<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:36:19.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:::Funkadellic::</title><subtitle type='html'>Esqueleto voando - carne, sangue e morango.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>878</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110974162369820438</id><published>2005-03-02T02:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T02:33:43.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nessa hora, minhas palavras não são nada. Então, tomo emprestadas as de um grande poeta.E agora, José?A festa acabou,a luz apagou,o povo sumiu,a noite esfriou.e agora, José?e agora, Voce?JOSÉ - Carlos Drummond de Andrade</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110974162369820438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110974162369820438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110974162369820438' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110974109333417056</id><published>2005-03-02T02:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T02:26:03.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu tenho um buracodentro de mimCavado com páde pura traiçãoEu tenho a faltae o espaço que me sobraArrumado confusopor minha própria causaSem meu pedaçoagora perdidoPor dentro apodreçoPor mim mesmo feridoE agora me sentosozinho aguardoChorando baixinhopedindo perdão</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110974109333417056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110974109333417056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110974109333417056' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110860870453069608</id><published>2005-02-16T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:51:44.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não tenho ânimo pra nada.Quero desistir de tudo.O desânimo me comanda.Vou desistir de tudo.Olhe pra trás,me dê a mão.Não me deixe cair,nas garras da ilusão.Apenas fico paradoenquanto o mundo se movimenta.Me finjo de mortomas minha mente não se engana.Me deixe aqui sozinhosentado em um canto escuro.Somente acenda a luzquando eu tiver dormido.A vida é errada.As pessoas enganadas.As portas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110860870453069608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110860870453069608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110860870453069608' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110801290559460257</id><published>2005-02-10T02:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T02:21:45.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Queria me fechar num casulome isolar do mundome trancar dentro de mime jogar a chave foraAssim começaria uma conversacom  a pessoa que realmente souuma conversa entre amigosque não se falam há temposSe essa conversa desse frutossairíamos felizes e iríamos beber juntosSe nos desentendêssemos, puxaríamos nossas facase nos cortaríamos os pulsosDeitados em nossas poças de sanguepor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110801290559460257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110801290559460257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110801290559460257' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110671400351726221</id><published>2005-01-26T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T01:33:23.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por que morreste?Por que te fostes, para nunca mais voltar?Agora tudo que tenhoé sua carcaça inutilizada, no chão, ao meu lado.E quem pensar que foi minha culpa, digo não.Já estava ali, morta, quando cheguei.Já não tinhas mais energia neste seu corpo, frio e distante.E quando me aproximei, logo percebi que algo estava errado.Chegando mais perto, confirmei: havia morrido a bateria do meu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110671400351726221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110671400351726221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110671400351726221' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110498459220737915</id><published>2005-01-06T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T01:09:52.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E se a minha fúria se dissipasse?Seria eu só mais um entre tantosque engolem seus destinos com cara de amargoe simplesmente aceitam tudo que está por vir?E se meu descontentamento fosse embora?Seria eu só mais um entre tantosque gostam de serem vilipendiadosmaltratados e tratados com preconceitopor uma sociedade que os odeia?Quando eu fose tudo issoeu seria um nada.Deixaria minha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110498459220737915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110498459220737915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110498459220737915' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110420443360336922</id><published>2004-12-28T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:27:13.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não importa o número de pessoas ao meu redor. Eu estou sempre sozinho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110420443360336922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110420443360336922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110420443360336922' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110368471151320421</id><published>2004-12-22T01:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:05:11.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu ODEIO comprar coisas caras - tipo apartamentos, carros, computadores, etc...Sempre que tenho que me envolver com coisas assim algo sai errado no final. NUNCA as coisas podem ser simples. NADA é tão simples.É impensável eu comprar um computador que não apresente problemas graves no dia seguinte à compra. Do mesmo modo, é impossível eu comprar um carro que não comece a dar merda assim que sai </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110368471151320421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110368471151320421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110368471151320421' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110368419055854107</id><published>2004-12-21T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:56:30.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A minhas melhores idéias para presentes sepre aparecem na última hora. Bem, antes tarde do que nunca. Om problema é ter que enfrentar filas enormes e um mar de gente se estapeando para comprar coisas diversas e pela grande oportunidade de ficarem endividadas até o Natal do ano que vem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110368419055854107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110368419055854107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110368419055854107' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110368405402039878</id><published>2004-12-21T23:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:54:14.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série: 5 regras que regem a vida - mulheres1- Todas as mulheres são loucas2- Big tits, no ass. E vice versa.3- A modernosa de hoje era a baranga ignorada do colégio.4- Se você acha que entendeu de uma maneira, na verdade era tudo o contrário.5- Quem vê cara não vê bucetão. (antigo provérbio do motorista da van)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110368405402039878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110368405402039878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110368405402039878' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110341912631588517</id><published>2004-12-18T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:21:03.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MEDOAs pessoas têm medo da penaAs pessoas têm medo da palavraAs pessoas têm medo da menteAs pessoas têm medo da palavraE o pior medoé aquele que não se pode verAs pessoas têm medo de tudoAs pessoas têm medo do nadaAs pessoas têm medo da menteAs pessoas têm medo da palavraE o pior medoé aquele que nã se pode verVocê tem medo de mimEu tenho medo de vocêAs pessoas têm medo do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110341912631588517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110341912631588517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110341912631588517' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110299180534806970</id><published>2004-12-13T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:36:45.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não váMeu bemNão váMeu bemNão háAlguémNão háAlguémQue váfazer vocêfelizAssimPor mimSou simEnfimSem tervocêE terque esquecerViverpra quê?Sem tero que fazerNão maisquereralguémconhecer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110299180534806970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110299180534806970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110299180534806970' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110247086512825605</id><published>2004-12-07T22:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:54:25.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todo mundo quer empregoe dinheiro pra viverTodo mundo quer alguéme alguém que queira vocêEu não quero nada dissoSaio fora, vou correndoNão sei o que desejarSei apenas que não me contentoTodo mundo só usaos três primeiros lápis da caixaEu quero toda a paletapra rabiscar e fazer bagunçaVou colorir fora das linhase depois apagar tudoTodo mundo é borrachaEu sou tinta derramadaJá </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110247086512825605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110247086512825605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110247086512825605' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110152452966529489</id><published>2004-11-27T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:02:09.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom, a parada é a seguinte: eu sou mesmo um babaca e faço muito mais por alguns amigos do que eles fazem por merecer.Essa é a verdade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110152452966529489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110152452966529489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110152452966529489' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110044377740057893</id><published>2004-11-14T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T11:49:37.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CARALHO!!! Por que? Por que toda a vez que minha mãe fica sem fazer porra nenhuma ela resolve me infernizar??? Puta merda!!! Como eu me odeio por ainda morar aqui!! Assim que eu me formar e meu salário melhorar a primeira coisa que vou fazer é arranjar alguém pra rachar um apartamento, pra eu poder sair dessa merda.Algum amigo que leia isso aqui se habilita?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110044377740057893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110044377740057893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110044377740057893' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110031570032505342</id><published>2004-11-13T01:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:15:00.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ê avaiana de pau...¬¬</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110031570032505342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110031570032505342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110031570032505342' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110023300159607146</id><published>2004-11-12T01:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T01:16:41.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É impressionate como uma madrugada de ócio na net me faz ficar espantado com meus amigos.Cara, eu só conheço gente bizarra maluca. Pena que nem sempre é no bom sentido.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110023300159607146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110023300159607146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110023300159607146' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110022742731325072</id><published>2004-11-11T23:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:43:47.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agora que eu coloquei Velox aqui e posso acessar a net todo dia, nunca tem ninguém online e ninguém me manda e-mails, a não ser com aquelas piadinhas escrotas, correntes pentelhas e spams filhos da puta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110022742731325072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110022742731325072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110022742731325072' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110022728828281478</id><published>2004-11-11T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:41:28.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personalize seu tênis Nike aqui. E depois pode comprar por uma média de 120 doletas. Baratchiiiiinho...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110022728828281478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110022728828281478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110022728828281478' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110009909244006929</id><published>2004-11-10T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:17:34.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom pessoal, é isso aí...mais de 2 meses depois, tem show da In Vitro! E o melhor: dois!Dia 21/11 show na CPI do Rock, em São Gonçalo.Dia 28/11 show na Casa da Zorra, no Engenho de Dentro (esse é parte do concurso de bandas que a gente tá participando).É isso ae! Torcida e dedos cruzados!! O primeiro lugar ganha um democlipe!Quero ver todo mundo lá, gritando e se descabelando!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110009909244006929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110009909244006929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110009909244006929' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-110009857583882769</id><published>2004-11-10T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T11:56:15.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voltando com o blog...ou não.Depois de meses sem internet em casa, finalmente o Velox foi instalado hoje. Tive que pedir uma linha nova só pra ele, porque a minha linha antiga não suportava.Mas agora que estou conectado ao mundo digital novamente (ui), vou tentar manter isso aqui e o fotolog mais ou menos em dia. Vamos ver né... :/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110009857583882769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/110009857583882769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110009857583882769' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109417210993922797</id><published>2004-09-02T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:41:49.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por falar nisso...SHOW DA IN VITRO, DOMINGO, dia 05/09, às 17h, NA PRACINHA EM FRENTE À UERJ DE SÃO GONÇALO!!! TODOS LÁ!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109417210993922797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109417210993922797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109417210993922797' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109417198471334005</id><published>2004-09-02T21:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:39:44.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morreu hoje Tom Capone.Po, o cara era sinstro. Produziu discos pra praticamente todos os maiores nomes da música brasileira.E eu que pensava nele pra produzir o primeiro disco da In Vitro... :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109417198471334005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109417198471334005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109417198471334005' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109283483968984108</id><published>2004-08-18T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T10:13:59.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O mais novo fotolog da praça: GRAN CIRCO - sobre meu projeto final lá na faculdade.Só pra quem se interessar poder saber a quantas anda...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109283483968984108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109283483968984108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109283483968984108' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109253128752592108</id><published>2004-08-14T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T21:54:47.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Piece Of My HeartJanis JoplinDidn't I make you feel like you were the only man, yeah,An' didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can ?Honey, you know I did!And each time I tell myself that I, well I've just had enough,But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.I said come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,Take another little piece of my heart now, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109253128752592108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109253128752592108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109253128752592108' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109211057720471129</id><published>2004-08-10T00:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T01:02:57.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tudo é possívelTudo podeDe tudo, tomo posseE depressa, quero tudoQuero o mundoDevorar tudo e a todosAbsorver as mentesSorver suas essênciasDescartar as coisas pequenasNão penso em amanhã,nem no dia depoisQuero o agora,  o momentoPra poder conhecer e não ter o depois pra me arrependerTudo posso naquilo que me satisfazTudo quero daquilo que me comprazDesejo tudo, seja caro ou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109211057720471129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109211057720471129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109211057720471129' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109210572083090173</id><published>2004-08-09T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T01:09:42.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nuvens negras se aproximam...Hoje fui me consultar na nutricionista de manhã e de tarde fui fazer avaliação física na academia. Amanhã começo a malhar - spinning e musculação. Tenham medo, tenham muito medo. ¬¬'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109210572083090173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109210572083090173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109210572083090173' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109150511045673650</id><published>2004-08-03T00:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:51:50.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Você é novomas parece velhoA cabeça é velhamas a mente é de criançaÉ um engano que te enganae você transfere pra mimsuas frustraçõesEu que não tenho nadae sempre estive aquiFui o ombro e a razãomas de repente fui trocadoE você mudouque não se reconhece maisAnda com certa genteque o faz querer sero que você não éEu só posso olharme sentindo preteridoE mesmo querendonão vou falar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109150511045673650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109150511045673650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109150511045673650' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109150425837409371</id><published>2004-08-03T00:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:37:38.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>se toda a gente parassee olhasse pra toda a genteveria que, quem sabe, de repentevaleria a pena olhar pra frenteandar rente, por uma linha perenesem esquecer do passadopra não repetir seus errosmas sim errar sempre coisas novasBlah...que merda...Não sei rimar.:P </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109150425837409371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109150425837409371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109150425837409371' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109150108208136397</id><published>2004-08-02T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T23:44:42.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sá MarinaWilson SimonalTom: C(O tom original é D)C                      F  Descendo a rua da ladeira       G                C    F   CSó quem viu, que pode contar                        FCheirando a flor de laranjeira    G                 C    F   CSá Marina vem pra cantar                   FDe saia branca costumeira      G                   C     F   CGira o sol, que parou pra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109150108208136397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109150108208136397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109150108208136397' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109141722075875599</id><published>2004-08-02T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T00:27:00.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu não vou ser ridículo. Eu não vou me expor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109141722075875599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109141722075875599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109141722075875599' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-109081325992768957</id><published>2004-07-26T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T00:40:59.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you look at meand you don't like what you seethuis is the price, mamaof belonging to youif I couldI would take it backonly if I couldI would cry and regretyou look at yourselfand you don't like what you seethis is the price, sonthat you paid to growand I can't erase all your scarsit's much too lateto take back what's been saidyou're my only friendyou're my only friendyou're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109081325992768957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/109081325992768957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109081325992768957' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108965847186969983</id><published>2004-07-12T15:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T15:54:31.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fui chamado pra entrar numa banda que vai tocar num desfile de moda aqui em Niterói. Estou realmente diversificando minha área de atuação. heheheEm tese a temática é rock brasileiro, mas é óbvio que no fim o repertório só engloba o pop do pop nacional.Mas está sendo divertido, apesar da rotina corrida e sobrecarregada de ensaios - o ecento é dia 28 deste mês e precisamos ter 20 músicas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108965847186969983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108965847186969983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108965847186969983' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108847733972816456</id><published>2004-06-28T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:48:59.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só não me jogoporque tenho medo da alturaSó não me cortoporque não suporto sangueSó não me enforcoporque me dá falta de arO pior do tiroé o gelado do cano na cabeçaO pior do venenoé o amargo na bocaQuem se esquecese sente plenoQuem não se conheceque se compreSou algoz de mim mesmo,porque sei do que sou capaz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108847733972816456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108847733972816456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108847733972816456' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108812523317727506</id><published>2004-06-24T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T22:01:29.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O quão a internet é bizarra e acaba promovendo toda a sorte de eventos bisonhos?Deixe-me explicar assim: acabei de encontrar no Orkut um amigo que estudou comigo em 91 e 92, que depois se mudou pra São paulo e não nos falávamos desde então.Isso é a internet (pelo menos o lado bom dela).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108812523317727506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108812523317727506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108812523317727506' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108753912408467999</id><published>2004-06-18T03:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T03:12:04.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não definanão me julgueSó mastiguenão me cuspaMe agarreme arrasteNão me solteme descarteÀs vezes sou dóciloutras arredioÀs vezes corro soltooutras sou estanqueÀs vezes sou criançaoutras vezes já morriTodas as vezes sou muito maisdo que aparento serEu confundome enganoTe confundodesenganoMe aproximoe passo ao largoMe apertee eu me soltoÀs vezes sou puro sonhooutras </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108753912408467999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108753912408467999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108753912408467999' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108742885632871266</id><published>2004-06-16T20:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T20:34:16.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quanto mais eu começo a pensar mais eu fico revoltado. Tá, eu sei que na vida a gente NUNCA deve esperar que as pessoas tenham com a gente a mesma consideração que a gente tem por elas e tampouco esperar o mesmo tratamento que se dispensa, mas mesmo assim é difícil se acostumar com essa idéia.Mandando a minha humildade, que já é muito pouca, às favas, eu sou chegado a concluir que eu sou um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108742885632871266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108742885632871266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108742885632871266' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108736194125382938</id><published>2004-06-16T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T01:59:01.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É isso ae macacada! Sábado agora, dia 19/06, tem sho da In Vitro lá em Beautiful River!!!Sábado, 19/06, às 20hShow com as bandas:Jodie Foster (pop - alternativo)Unbreakable (alternativo - grunge - metal)The Feitos (rock du bom)In Vitro (alternativo)Local: American Fitness ClubPrecinho: R$5,00Para maiores informações me mande um e-mail.:)COMPAREÇAM!!!!E quem ficar de merda e não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108736194125382938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108736194125382938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108736194125382938' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108736133569654935</id><published>2004-06-16T01:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T01:48:55.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depois de muuuitos dias sem escrever nada, tô de volta.O feriadão do da dos namorados foi muito maneiro. Filmes, pizza e dormir agarradinho são o que há. Teve até maratona cinéfila: vimos Tróia e Harry Potter no mesmo dia!! Saímos de uma sessão e emendamos na outra.Também alugamos Gangues de Nova York e Tratamento de Choque para ver em casa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108736133569654935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108736133569654935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108736133569654935' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108563747039641941</id><published>2004-05-27T02:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T02:57:50.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah...tô sem assunto...Sábado tem uma festa na ECO na qual eu fingirei ser DJ das 20 às 21h, tocando, junto com a Merél,  o melhor e o pior dos anos 80.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108563747039641941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108563747039641941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108563747039641941' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108534112912188640</id><published>2004-05-23T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T16:38:49.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sempre desconfiei e hoje tive a confirmação: minha mãe é louca. Completamente louca.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108534112912188640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108534112912188640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108534112912188640' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108529668328162160</id><published>2004-05-23T03:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T04:18:03.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabe quando você tem a sensação de que a sua vida não decola? Você tem vários projetos, você se mata e se divide em 10 e mesmo assim não consegue dar conta de todos os seus deveres/obrigações, você sonha, às vezes bem alto, mas no fim nada parece sair do lugar. Pois é, tô meio assim. Parando pra pensar, não tem como não ficar bolado. Sério.Analisemos:Faculdade. Tá, isso me dá um certo retorno, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108529668328162160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108529668328162160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108529668328162160' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108529510646776729</id><published>2004-05-23T03:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T03:51:46.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108529510646776729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108529510646776729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108529510646776729' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108520535747209483</id><published>2004-05-22T02:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T02:55:57.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toda sexta-feira é dia de reunião e serviços internos do escritório. Até hoje eu só havia passado pela experiência da reunião. A gente senta, conversa algumas horas sobre os trabalhos, sobre o que deve ser feito, sobre o que já foi feito e mais alguns assuntos diversos. Depois a gente envereda por papos aleatórios, fala bobagens e se diverte. Pois é, isso foi até hoje. Hoje foi o dia dos serviços</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108520535747209483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108520535747209483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108520535747209483' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108502603036638000</id><published>2004-05-20T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T01:07:10.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porra, eu NUNCA vou conseguir tocar guitarra!! Que merda!!!XP:-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108502603036638000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108502603036638000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108502603036638000' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108485142002944369</id><published>2004-05-18T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T00:37:00.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sobre as comemorações dos 2 anos de namoro, bem, foram perfeitas! Muita doideira, perversão, amor e carinho. Foi daquelas experiências que você pode contar pros seus netos, só pra eles ficarem te achando um velho maluco e tarado. heheheEnfim, foi FODASSO!!!Destaque para o Fábio e a Danny, que deram uma força pela qual eu nunca terei como agradecer. É nestas horas que a gente diferencia as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108485142002944369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108485142002944369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108485142002944369' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108485096967830103</id><published>2004-05-17T22:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T00:32:22.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poesia tosca pro meu amorMenina, eu estou aqui pra lhe falar.Coisas que não tenho como dizer.Ainda não inventaram palavras,pra eu descrever o que sinto por você.Nos meus sonhosseu retrato.Na minha vidasua presença.No meu coraçãovocê.Se toda canção de amor é piegasE toda declaração é clichêDigo agora que te amo tantoe não vivo sem você.Das lembranças, as melhores.Dos momentos,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108485096967830103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108485096967830103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108485096967830103' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108449041787207572</id><published>2004-05-13T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T20:20:17.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sábado está chegando!!!YAY!!!X):-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108449041787207572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108449041787207572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108449041787207572' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108433713960401729</id><published>2004-05-12T01:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T01:45:39.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu ODEIO gente que não faz seu trabalho. Odeio mais ainda gente que faz corpo mole e dá uma de João-sem-braço pra poder passar despercebido e não precisar ter trabalho!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108433713960401729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108433713960401729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433713960401729' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108433708650193497</id><published>2004-05-12T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T01:47:13.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E hoje recebi aqui em casa minhas primeiras DUAS multas, ambas por escesso de velocidade!!! E o pior é que nem sou de correr!!! Culpa daquela maldita estrada que leva pra São Gonçalo, que é mal sinalizada!! O limite era 60km/h e em uma multa veio que eu estava a 76km/h e na outra a 73 km/h. Detalhe quer a diferença de hora entre uma e outra é de 7 minutos!!! SETE MINUTOS!! Porra, fala sério! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108433708650193497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108433708650193497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433708650193497' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108416427623066205</id><published>2004-05-10T01:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T01:44:36.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Essa música é foda! Baixem!Mad SeasonWake upWake up young man, it's time to wake upYour love affair has got to goFor 10 long years, for 10 long yearsThe leaves to rake upSlow suicide's no way to go, ohBlue, clouded greyYou're not a crack upDizzy and weakened by the hazeMoving onwardSo an infection not a phaseYeah, ohThe cracks and lines from where you gave upThey make an easy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108416427623066205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108416427623066205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108416427623066205' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108416158079239189</id><published>2004-05-10T00:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T00:59:40.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DOIS ANOS!!!DOIS ANOS!!!DOIS ANOS!!!DOIS ANOS!!!DOIS ANOS!!!DOIS ANOS!!!DOIS ANOS!!!DOIS ANOS!!!DOIS ANOS!!!TE AMO!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108416158079239189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108416158079239189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108416158079239189' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108416149580655124</id><published>2004-05-10T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T00:58:15.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sexta fomos festa na Mariana. Pessoas doidas, amigos bebuns, drinks coloridos e papos legais! Muito maneiro!Descobri que tenho um talento natural pra barman! hahahaha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108416149580655124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108416149580655124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108416149580655124' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108372266060874625</id><published>2004-05-04T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T23:07:32.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Na época da escola às vezes eu entrava numa de não estudar e não fazer nenhum dever de determinada matéria. E ficava pensando: "ah, eu assisti às aulas...tenho noção de como é...é tranquilo...quando chegar perto da prova eu estudo, faço tudo, pois já sei mais ou menos como é e tá tranquilo..."Ledo engano. Quando chegava perto da prova - e esse perto, na maioria das vezes significava a véspera - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108372266060874625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108372266060874625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108372266060874625' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108364520734130197</id><published>2004-05-04T01:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T01:36:32.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Projetos parados me dão agonia. Apesar de eu ser basicamente uma pessoa preguiçosa, gosto de ver as coisas nas quais eu me envolvo andando. Atualmente, quando elas não estão se arrastando feito feridos de guerra, estão paradas, feito mortos na guerra.Vamos dar um gás, vamos dar um gáááááááááássss!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108364520734130197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108364520734130197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108364520734130197' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108364510634942876</id><published>2004-05-04T01:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T01:34:36.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faculdade (projeto final), estágio, Villa-Lobos, aula de guitarra, programa de rádio, banda, projeto de site com professor e mais alguns projetos paralelos...Retroceder nunca, render-se jamais.(alguém além de mim já viu este filme?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108364510634942876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108364510634942876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108364510634942876' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108360966534001955</id><published>2004-05-03T15:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T16:08:26.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Então aí vai uma retrospectiva:Sexta-feira retrasada, dia 23/04, fomos tocar em Sampa. Muito foda. Conhecemos uma galera sinistramente maneira, fomos recebidos MUITO melhor do que imaginávamos e o show foi bem bacana, apesar de vazio. Chegamos an sexta de tarde, tocamos de noite e no dia seguinte, com os corações na mão, tivemos que ir embora. Mas foi daquelas experiências que, apesar de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108360966534001955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108360966534001955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108360966534001955' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108360708707654792</id><published>2004-05-03T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T15:01:24.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voltando depois de mais de 10 dias de muita correria e nenhum tempo nem saco de postar.Pra animar, uma piadinha que inventei agora a pouco:Eu mandei calar a boca. Você não calou, mas a Frida Khalo.hohohohoTurum Tshhh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108360708707654792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108360708707654792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108360708707654792' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108251644891623720</id><published>2004-04-21T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T00:03:46.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Então vamos deixar combinado o seguinte: talento não vale merda nenhuma nessa vida. Quem tem os contatos é que se dá bem.Como eu não fui criado na zona sul do Rio e nem tampouco tenho contato nenhum, tô fudido.É isso.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108251644891623720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108251644891623720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108251644891623720' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108234114747904817</id><published>2004-04-18T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T23:22:03.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por mais que as pessoas tentem escapar de suas vidas se escondendo em blogs, fotologs e outros logs da vida, no fundo elas conhecem a lama na qual chafurdam. Talvez por isso toda esssa necessidade de auto-afirmação e narcisismo exacerbado - pra tentar enterrar cada vez mais fundo a consciência de que na verdade é tudo uma casca, fina e frágil. Ah, mas não adianta. O subconsciente fala mais alto e</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108234114747904817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108234114747904817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108234114747904817' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108233956549723942</id><published>2004-04-18T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T22:56:17.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que porra é essa??? Isso é CÂNCER!!!Aguardem...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108233956549723942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108233956549723942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233956549723942' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108233670212899572</id><published>2004-04-18T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T22:10:05.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agora é certo! Nesta sexta-feira a In Vitro embarca no Catarro (apelido do meu carro verde) pra São Paulo para seu primeiro show fora do estado. Vai ser um esquema guerreiro: acordaremos cedo, iremos pra lá, daremos uma volta de tarde pela cidade, de noite tocaremos e no dia seguinte de manhã voltaremos. Vamos dormir em um hotel bem barato ou então na casa do cara que tá organizando esse show - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108233670212899572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108233670212899572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233670212899572' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108233447890735229</id><published>2004-04-18T21:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T21:30:54.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O showzim de sábado foi bem bacana. Apesar das tradicionais bandas ruins (que por sinal são, em sua maioria, da panelinha escrota niteroiense), tiveram boas bandas. Na verdade a que eu gostei mesmo foi a The Feitos. Muito maneiro o som dos caras! Rock bem homorado, com uma levada bacana e com bastante presença de palco. Até comprei a demo dos caras!Fora isso teve gente poser (às toneladas) e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108233447890735229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108233447890735229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233447890735229' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108233420655256266</id><published>2004-04-18T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T21:26:48.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É Fábio... você tem razão mesmo. O maior talento do ser humano é falar mal dos outros.Porque é bom demaissssssssss!!!!!!!!!hahahahahaAh, vai...algumas pessoas, pra não dizer 99,9% delas, merecem!:)-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108233420655256266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108233420655256266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233420655256266' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108212397901633446</id><published>2004-04-16T10:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T11:04:13.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.                                                                                ..                                                                               .    Contemplem acima a minha mais nova obra. "Quadrado branco sobre fundo branco no monitor"Call me Malevich 3000.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108212397901633446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108212397901633446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212397901633446' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108191831161049150</id><published>2004-04-14T01:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T02:02:38.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Como pode ser digno alguém que só sorri?"- Autoramas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108191831161049150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108191831161049150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191831161049150' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108191389541120658</id><published>2004-04-14T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T00:41:05.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Você sabe que está na hora de se formar (ou que passou da hora) quando chega na faculdade um tempinho antes da aula e não reconhece absolutamente ninguém que está de bobeira nos trailers. Isso já acontece comigo há uns dois anos, pelo que eu me lembro...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108191389541120658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108191389541120658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191389541120658' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108191345329740899</id><published>2004-04-14T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T00:34:23.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Certas pessoas não sabem a hora de parar.Eu adoro postar coisas que só eu vou etender. Eu sou meu próprio clubinho. hehehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108191345329740899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108191345329740899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191345329740899' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108182557824953765</id><published>2004-04-13T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T01:17:50.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As reações ao meus novos piercings foram as mais diversas possíveis. De um ignorante "Por que?" a uma pseudo mensagem de conscientização pela moral e bom-senso. As pessoas não cansam de me surpreender com sua capacidade de serem medíocres e ridículas. Não que ter um piercing faça de mim alguém acima da média, mas é a reação dessas pessoas que as diminui. Elas estão tão presas em seus mundinhos e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108182557824953765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108182557824953765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182557824953765' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108182320836213783</id><published>2004-04-12T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T23:31:27.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pois é...alegria de pobre dura pouco. Eu já estava achando antes e a mensagem de e-mail da minha chefe hoje só me confirmou: o meu piercing tá torto. Tem um mais alto do que o outro. Que merda! Eu não aprendo mesmo. Na vez que furei o do meio do lábio nesse mesmo cara ele furou torto. Ae me emputeci e paguei carão na mulher que eu confio mais pra furar direito. Dessa vez foi a mesma coisa. O foda</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108182320836213783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108182320836213783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182320836213783' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108174364241296754</id><published>2004-04-12T01:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:27:06.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>União familiar é quando seu avô, que atualmente é uma das três únicas pessoa com quem você realmente se importa desse lado da família, passa por uma operação e ninguém sequer te liga pra avisar.*sarcasmo* E sesse pessoal cada vez mais só me dá alegrias! *sarcasmo*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108174364241296754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108174364241296754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108174364241296754' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108163967779951464</id><published>2004-04-10T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T18:32:27.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fiz DOIS piercings!WEEEEEE!!!!Mais detalhes e foto depois, porque agora não estou em casa. Tô de putão na casa dele. hehehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108163967779951464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108163967779951464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108163967779951464' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108148514249859721</id><published>2004-04-09T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T01:35:07.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Danny fez cocô. Muito feio. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108148514249859721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108148514249859721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108148514249859721' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108148480408460455</id><published>2004-04-09T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T01:29:29.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E hoje foi minha primeira aula de guitarra. Muito legal. O professor é gente fina, se amarra em rock e parece ter um método bem sério e legal de ensino. Hoje foi mais um bate-papo; matéria mesmo foi coisa pouca. Mas já tenho dever de casa! haha Tenho que estudar as revistas de violão que eu tenho aqui - que é só uma - pra ver os acordes maiores e menores. :)-Estou empolgado e espero que essa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108148480408460455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108148480408460455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108148480408460455' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108130455227163270</id><published>2004-04-06T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T23:25:15.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Família é uma merda mesmo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108130455227163270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108130455227163270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108130455227163270' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108121421721147468</id><published>2004-04-05T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:20:40.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Passei também nas Lojas Americanas hoje e tinha lá vendendo Laranja Mecânica, 2001 - Uma Odisséia no Espaço, Nascido para Matar, Um Estranho no Ninho e South Park - Bigger, Longer and Uncut (dos que eu tive tempo de ver). Todos faziam parte da promoção na qual você pagava R$36,90 e levava dois DVDs. Queria ter podido levar todos esses que eu listei, mas nem dava. Odeio ter que economizar! :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108121421721147468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108121421721147468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108121421721147468' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108121155962061223</id><published>2004-04-05T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:35:21.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finalmente comprei!!!! Estava na promoção na Saraiva por R$29,90.Agora só falta o DVD do Unplugged, só que esse ainda tá carão. :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108121155962061223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108121155962061223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108121155962061223' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108121079812153661</id><published>2004-04-05T21:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:22:40.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já está praticamente certo: iremos pra São Paulo tocar no dia 23/04. Ainda não tenho nenhum detalhe, mas deve mesmo rolar. Só um problema: não vou ter grana, porque já tenho viagem marcada pro dia 27, que vai me consumir um bom dinheiro. Ou seja, em tese, iremos dia 23, voltaremos dia 24 e eu irei de novo com o Emmanoel e o Felipe no dia 27, pra voltar dia 02/05. Não sei como vou fazer. Bem que o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108121079812153661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108121079812153661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108121079812153661' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108113429423914986</id><published>2004-04-05T00:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:07:35.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quero ir a mais um show dos Los Hermanos.E quero parar de fazer posts de uma ou duas linhas. :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108113429423914986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108113429423914986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108113429423914986' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108112880740538074</id><published>2004-04-04T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:36:08.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Os ladrilhos estão quebrados e o gelo derreteu."E o biscoito da sorte ficou maluco! :PSe alguém entendeu, me explique.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108112880740538074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108112880740538074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108112880740538074' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108091512531999442</id><published>2004-04-02T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T11:14:44.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A arte e todos os seus filhos estão destinados a morrer de fome no Brasil.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108091512531999442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108091512531999442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108091512531999442' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108087466499395549</id><published>2004-04-01T23:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T00:00:40.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não estou desmerecendo minha guitarra, de jeito nenhum. Mas essa aí em cima é a meta. Um dia serás minhas, querida.Alguém quer adiantar meu presente de Natal? :)-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108087466499395549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108087466499395549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087466499395549' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108087433440619819</id><published>2004-04-01T23:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T23:54:52.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A minha guitarra é igualzinha a essa. Finalmente ela entrará em uso! hehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108087433440619819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108087433440619819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087433440619819' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108087292167456468</id><published>2004-04-01T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T23:31:19.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me matriculei na aula de guitarra!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!Quando eu começar a tocar vou poder compor sem precisar de ajuda, ae ninguém me segura! hehehehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108087292167456468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108087292167456468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087292167456468' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108079413085936379</id><published>2004-04-01T01:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T01:39:14.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Preciso começar a fazer meu projeto final. Preciso começar a fazer meu projeto final. Preciso começar a fazer meu projeto final. Preciso começar a fazer meu projeto final. Preciso começar a fazer meu projeto final. Preciso começar a fazer meu projeto final. Preciso começar a fazer meu projeto final. Preciso começar a fazer meu projeto final. Preciso começar a fazer meu projeto final. Preciso </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108079413085936379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108079413085936379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108079413085936379' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108079026091161653</id><published>2004-04-01T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T01:39:25.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porra, como tem nego que chóra!!XP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108079026091161653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108079026091161653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108079026091161653' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108078003293239071</id><published>2004-03-31T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T21:43:10.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E a onda do momento são bottons! Já fiz váááááários modelos! Os bottons sempre foram uma maneira rápida e bem concisa de divulgar idéias, principalmente na política e no rock. Muitas bandas tinham seus modelos de bottons clássicos disputados entre a galera jovem. De uns tempos pra cá, não sei por quê, eles sumiram. A gente não encontra mais nenhum vendendo nas bancas do centro do Rio, onde </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108078003293239071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108078003293239071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108078003293239071' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108077941560961734</id><published>2004-03-31T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T21:34:22.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depois de um pequeno inverno, aqui estou de volta.O show sexta-feira passada foi fodasso, apesar do som não estar muito bom! Bendis nada me diz (ui, que infame), Matanza é muuuito legal, Zumbi do Mato é tudo de tosco no mundo e Rogério Skylab é muito bacana também. Pena que, como estávamos cansados pra caralho, não deu pra ver todo o show dele. Mas no proximo estarei presente!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108077941560961734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108077941560961734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108077941560961734' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108027099691124595</id><published>2004-03-26T00:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T00:19:08.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E hoje começamos o POLAINA! Apesar de probleminhas técnicos com o microfone, no começo, foi muito legal! Gostei de brincar de locutor! hehehehePOLAINAQuintas-feiras às 17h na INTERFERÊNCIA 91,5 FMOu pela internet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108027099691124595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108027099691124595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108027099691124595' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108017701134468221</id><published>2004-03-24T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:12:41.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Einstein uma vez disse que na vida as coisas são 10% de inspiração e 90% de transpiração. Estou chegando à conclusão de que na verdade as coisas são 10% inpiração, 45% pose de quem tá abafando, 20% de cagada, 12% malandragem, 7% dos outros, 9% da rede globo, 3% no bolso dos políticos e 5% de lei de Murphy.Notou algo estranho?Pois é, na vida nem as contas são certas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108017701134468221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108017701134468221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108017701134468221' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108010376759246031</id><published>2004-03-24T01:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T01:51:56.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Preciso aprender a tocar guitarra urgentemente! Tenho uma enxurrada de idéias pra músicas, mas não dá pra compô-las sem uma guitarrinha... :P-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108010376759246031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108010376759246031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108010376759246031' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108010097206732234</id><published>2004-03-24T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T01:05:21.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pra não chegar sem saber nada no show de sexta, resolvi baixar umas músicas. Comecei pelo Matanza. Não é que é muito legal?? Olhem só a letra de uma das músicas:IMBECILMatanzaQuando eu acabarNinguém vai esquecerDe quem foi o piorDo mundo, vocês vão verQue o mal vai renascerE não vai sobrar nenhumPorque eu vou dinamitarExplodir é um por umE quando eu acabarNinguém vai me chamarDe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108010097206732234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108010097206732234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108010097206732234' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-10800646559520696</id><published>2004-03-23T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T01:27:18.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agora, falando de coisas divertidas:É isso ae cambada! Sexta-feira, dia 26/03, tem show do BENDIS, MATANZA, ZUMBI DO MATO e ROGÉRIO SKYLAB lá no Le Village! Quem se anima? Estaremos lá!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/10800646559520696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/10800646559520696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10800646559520696' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108006405520502675</id><published>2004-03-23T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T14:50:03.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E hoje, após 3 meses de irritação, finalmente a novela do computador acabou. Vieram aqui colocar a plaa Fire Wire e trocar as caixas de som. Acabei optando por deixar o gabinete que estava, afinal, ia dar um trabalho do cão e sempre que ocorrem estes tipod de transplante de órgãos num computador ele acaba dando algum tipo de rejeição. Sem conta que esse gabinete que está é mais bonito que o novo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108006405520502675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108006405520502675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006405520502675' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-108000899457892017</id><published>2004-03-22T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T23:37:04.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ATENÇÃO! ATENÇÃO!A partir dessa semana, POLAINA na Rádio Interferência 91,5 FM. Toda quinta-feira às 17h, Merél e TC, os arautos da volta ao passado, trazem para quem conseguir ouvir o melhor e o pior dos anos 80!   Para ouvir pela internet clique aqui.Para dar sugestões e/ou fazer comentários sobre o programa, mande-nos um e-mail.Pena que o alcance é curto. Pra ouvir pelo rádio mesmo só</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108000899457892017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/108000899457892017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000899457892017' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-107991215917088818</id><published>2004-03-21T20:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T20:38:26.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já tinha tanto tempo que encerrei este blog que agora eu acabo esquecendo de atualizá-lo...Se bem que nestes dias, além do esquecimento, rolou uma falta de tempo também.Sexta-feira rolou o segundo show no Garage. Vazio, como sempre. De todas as pessoas que eu chamei só a Carol, o Fábio, o Marco, a Eliza e a Tatiana foram. O resto furou feião. Porra, é foda. Não custa nada dar uma força né? Eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/107991215917088818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/107991215917088818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107991215917088818' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-107953357052147064</id><published>2004-03-17T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T11:28:33.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ultimamente eu só tenho sentido vontade de ficar em casa desenhando, pintando, compondo, adiantando meu projeto final, de vez em quando dar uma saída com os amigos, comer no Sunsaki, ensaiar com a banda, ou seja, fazer as minhas coisas. Pequenas coisas que me fazem feliz. Só que, apesar da vontade, não tenho conseguido fazer nada disso. As minhas aventuras e desventuras para ir ao trabalho, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/107953357052147064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/107953357052147064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107953357052147064' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-107949536323213742</id><published>2004-03-17T00:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T00:53:57.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger filho da puta!!! Agora resolveu escrotizar de vez é? Não tá aceitando acentos, sumiu com meu contador, com o i-eu e os arquivos!!! DESGRAÇADO!!!&gt;:(----UPDATE---Assim que eu mandei postar essa reclamação ele consertou o problema do texto (pelo menos isso). Estranho...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/107949536323213742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/107949536323213742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949536323213742' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-107949520103737610</id><published>2004-03-17T00:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T00:52:28.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Será que TODO funcionário público é estúpido, mal-educado e imprestável?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/107949520103737610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/107949520103737610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949520103737610' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185161.post-107949153672693525</id><published>2004-03-16T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:47:58.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhhhh vida, como eu adoro quando você me dá uma banda e faz eu despencar do pedestal, me quebrando e me humilhando. Continue assim, tá?Comigo é assim: não me julgo muito bom em quase nada. Quando encontro algo que tenho a epserança de que eu possa ser muito bom e vou procurar me aprofundar, acabo tendo contato com outras pessoas e realizando que eu na verdade não era nada. Apenas um bonzinho, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/107949153672693525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185161/posts/default/107949153672693525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkadellic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949153672693525' title=''/><author><name>TC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347091405575865354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
