<?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-5459096</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:34:31.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ataduras</title><subtitle type='html'>porque na vida você pode sofrer contusões</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataduras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataduras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05840495221263722576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ataduras/meikoakizu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459096.post-113301368351648317</id><published>2005-11-26T11:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T12:40:57.893-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sinto falta de blogar, com pessoas lendo, ou n?o. Descobri em todo esse tempo longe do blogger, que ataduras s?o eterna. Uma vez que voc? as use, vai precisar sempre para as outras contus?es que estar?o por vir (filosófico n?o?)Esse ano, apesar de ser um dos mais puxados da minha vida, eu estou feliz. Tenho amigos a minha volta que me ajudam a superar meu problemas e tenho a mim, que n?o deixa de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataduras.blogspot.com/feeds/113301368351648317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5459096&amp;postID=113301368351648317' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459096/posts/default/113301368351648317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459096/posts/default/113301368351648317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataduras.blogspot.com/2005/11/sinto-falta-de-blogar-com-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Meiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05840495221263722576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ataduras/meikoakizu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459096.post-110176801457521447</id><published>2004-11-29T20:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:40:14.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por quĂŞ?!Essa Ă© minha Ăşltima semana na escola. Depois de tantos anos de espera eu estou finalmente terminando o colegial. Provas e trabalhos nĂŁo param de acontecer e hoje, quando eu ia apresentar meu trabalho final de portuguĂŞs, minha professora pediu um minutinho e perguntou quem tinha tido aula com o prof. Marco.Eu fiquei surpresa e fiquei atenta a cada palavra que ela ia falar. Eu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataduras.blogspot.com/feeds/110176801457521447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5459096&amp;postID=110176801457521447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459096/posts/default/110176801457521447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459096/posts/default/110176801457521447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataduras.blogspot.com/2004/11/por-qu-essa-minha-ltima-semana-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Meiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05840495221263722576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ataduras/meikoakizu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459096.post-110010095479525813</id><published>2004-11-10T14:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:35:54.796-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reencontro com o passadoFaz 3 anos que eu parei de fazer volei. Como eu gostava de jogar apesar de nĂŁo nem me comparar a uma jogadora profissional, mas acima de tudo, como eu me divertia!Falava com todo mundo, ria, jogava. Era assim que eram todos os dias que tinham volei. Era tudo tĂŁo legal, mas por uma sĂ©rie de problemas eu tive que sair.Passou um bom tempo atĂ© que um dia desses </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataduras.blogspot.com/feeds/110010095479525813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5459096&amp;postID=110010095479525813' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459096/posts/default/110010095479525813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459096/posts/default/110010095479525813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataduras.blogspot.com/2004/11/reencontro-com-o-passado-faz-3-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Meiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05840495221263722576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ataduras/meikoakizu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459096.post-110003028231298957</id><published>2004-11-09T17:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T18:14:38.656-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LiĂ§Ăµes de vĂ´oMe sinto como um passarinho que precisa aprender a voar. O tempo passa tĂŁo rĂˇpido!Eu sempre esperei pelo dia em que eu sairia da escola e comeĂ§aria a viver a minha vida no mundo, mas me sinto tĂŁo estranha porque Ă© como se eu nunca tivesse vivido nele realmente, e agora teria que aprender a conhecer depois de tanto tempo.Uau, crescer Ă© mesmo muito estranho.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataduras.blogspot.com/feeds/110003028231298957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5459096&amp;postID=110003028231298957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459096/posts/default/110003028231298957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459096/posts/default/110003028231298957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataduras.blogspot.com/2004/11/lies-de-vo-me-sinto-como-um-passarinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Meiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05840495221263722576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ataduras/meikoakizu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
