<?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-3248889390208631318</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:21:05.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehab</title><subtitle type='html'>Music is my imaginary friend</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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música do momento :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTpmz3uYlLI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTpmz3uYlLI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My love's a revolver&lt;br /&gt;My sex is a killer&lt;br /&gt;Do u wanna die happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8399649891453303059?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-9009364555628079995</id><published>2009-03-07T02:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T02:21:08.561Z</updated><title type='text'>Toxic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xwXOj55nIY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xwXOj55nIY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E isto é o q se encontra pela net quando não se consegue dormir mais q 3 horas seguidas e tenta-se desperadamente passar o tempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Não gostam, não gostam, mas ultimamente têm sido só &lt;em&gt;covers&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-9009364555628079995?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/9009364555628079995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=9009364555628079995' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/9009364555628079995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/9009364555628079995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-3262435780408569479?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/3262435780408569479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=3262435780408569479' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3262435780408569479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3262435780408569479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-weakness-caused-you-pain.html' title='My weakness caused you pain.'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6722650583930898334</id><published>2009-02-27T19:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:11:22.520Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Na merda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6722650583930898334?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/6722650583930898334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=6722650583930898334' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6722650583930898334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6722650583930898334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_27.html' title='...'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6806891738425498607</id><published>2009-02-22T14:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:18:00.290Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Estou mesmo, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mesmo&lt;/span&gt;, mas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MESMO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chateada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6806891738425498607?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/6806891738425498607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=6806891738425498607' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6806891738425498607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6806891738425498607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2353729723566233463</id><published>2009-02-14T18:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:40:09.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Ursinho de Peluche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aquele espaço ocupado anteriormente na minha cama por ti dá agora lugar ao meu ursinho de peluche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele não é uma presença tão forte, nem tão agradável quanto a tua, mas consigo colocá-lo meticulosamente de maneira a que, de olhos fechados, consiga preencher o vazio que ali deixaste. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu urso &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não procura os meus lábios&lt;/span&gt;. O meu urso &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não me faz rir&lt;/span&gt;. O meu urso é bastante apetecível a ser acariciado tal e qual como tu também és, mas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não me toca de volta&lt;/span&gt; como tu me tocas. O meu urso &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não respira ao meu ouvido&lt;/span&gt; mas deixa-me respirar ao dele. O meu urso &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não me beija&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nem diz que precisa de mim&lt;/span&gt;, mas consegue sentir que estou triste. O meu urso encaixa perfeitamente nos meus braços, e vice-versa, tal e qual como nós. O meu urso &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não se mexe, não tem vida,&lt;/span&gt; mas consegue de certa forma preencher o vazio deixado por ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu urso olha para mim enquanto durmo, abraça-me quando o abraço, beija-me quando o beijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando lhe digo que o amo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesse momento... bem, nesse momento as palavras dão lugar ao silêncio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É essa a diferença entre ti e o meu ursinho de peluche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2353729723566233463?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2353729723566233463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2353729723566233463' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2353729723566233463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2353729723566233463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/02/ursinho-de-peluche.html' title='Ursinho de Peluche'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-7378679379922014510</id><published>2009-02-05T03:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:38:30.806Z</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="215" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhCcdLwGeA0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhCcdLwGeA0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-7378679379922014510?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/7378679379922014510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=7378679379922014510' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7378679379922014510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7378679379922014510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/02/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2775046573711454957</id><published>2009-02-02T21:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:50:01.479Z</updated><title type='text'>My Life Would Suck Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actualmente, sinto uma pessoa totalmente diferente. Uma pessoa que, de certa forma depende de algo e/ou de alguém. De vez em quando encontro me a deambular nos meus pensamentos, a pensar, mas que raio se passa comigo? Entre pensamentos, perguntas e respostas não consigo encontrar algo que me consiga explicar no que me tornei. Não, não estou com isto a dizer que é mau, mas mudou tudo muito abruptamente. Mas focalizando me agora no «&lt;em&gt;problema» &lt;/em&gt;... O que é que mudou? Mudou a minha capacidade de depender de alguém. Depender de alguém nunca esteve nos meus planos. Sempre tive planos para ter uma vida estável, rodeada de pessoas que gostam de mim e eu delas, mas nunca depender delas para algo. Neste momento dependo de alguém. Sim, dependo de ti. Tu sabes que sim. Quem é que me faz chorar baba e ranho porque penso que algo está mal? Sim, és tu. Podem ou não acreditar no que sinto, estou me nas tintas. É tudo demasiado meu para saberem realmente do que falam. EU sei do que falo. E sei, que neste momento dependo de ti. Dependo de ti como dependo da comida, da bebida e do sol que me aquece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas depender de ti faz me bem. Faz me sentir bem, e faz me sentir que &lt;em&gt;my life sucked and would suck without you&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GBgJjvE7hP8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GBgJjvE7hP8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="314"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2775046573711454957?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2775046573711454957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2775046573711454957' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2775046573711454957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2775046573711454957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/02/depender.html' title='My Life Would Suck Without You'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6711179041065128755</id><published>2009-01-29T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:37:52.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Freeze It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã melhoria a História do Cinema e Das Artes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatcha Think About That ?&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdloscjY9tY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdloscjY9tY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="314"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Freeze time, I wanna freeze time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I wanna stay this way forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6711179041065128755?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-271497756167432822</id><published>2009-01-24T21:20:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:38:37.341Z</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Does Nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Audio&lt;/span&gt; já foi, e com isso sinto, e sei, que é a primeira vez na minha vida de universitária que não vou passar na frequência e lá vou ter q ir a exame. Exame, esse, q é um sabádo, ás 9h da manhã. Óptimo não é?&lt;br /&gt;Só falta uma, Oficina de TV. Não há muito para se preocupar... mais esta, e, férias :) Ou... mais ou menos. Vai haver um exame pelo meio e talvez, talvez, uma melhoria. Logo se vê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 To Go :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he wash up? Never wash up&lt;br /&gt;Does he clean up? No, he never cleans up&lt;br /&gt;Does he brush up? Never brushed up&lt;br /&gt;He does nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy does nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Completamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;v i c i a d a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nesse som, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e no video :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xn9lLnVurYI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xn9lLnVurYI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-271497756167432822?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/271497756167432822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=271497756167432822' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/271497756167432822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/271497756167432822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-does-nothing.html' title='The Boy Does Nothing.'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1272987490604989603</id><published>2009-01-22T20:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:57:02.946Z</updated><title type='text'>This Love - 2 To Go</title><content type='html'>I tried &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bes&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feed her appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep her coming every night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So hard to keep her&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fix these broken things&lt;br /&gt;Repair your broken wings&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make sure everything's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My pressure on her hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinking my fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Into every inch of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I know that's what you want me to do.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIGN já foi. Espera-se o resultado final :) Mas, tranquilo. Tá feita.&lt;br /&gt;Next?&lt;br /&gt;A mais temida.&lt;br /&gt;AUDIO&lt;br /&gt;Supostamente deveria ter passado o dia todo a estudar. Mas, guess what? Fiz o q faço sempre. Finjo q estudo. E depois f*d*-m*. É mm assim.&lt;br /&gt;Amanha: &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorte PRECISA-SE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 To Go :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ah, God Damm it. Fuck Frequências)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1272987490604989603?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1272987490604989603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1272987490604989603' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1272987490604989603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1272987490604989603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-love-2-to-go.html' title='This Love - 2 To Go'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-702622546355495247</id><published>2009-01-18T14:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:00:13.804Z</updated><title type='text'>I Like It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SXNDQwIH-vI/AAAAAAAAA0A/w5XbMrl5piY/s1600-h/DSC_4659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292647942166412018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SXNDQwIH-vI/AAAAAAAAA0A/w5XbMrl5piY/s320/DSC_4659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like it&lt;/span&gt; when you go to extremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like it&lt;/span&gt; when you enter my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like it&lt;/span&gt; when I feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like it so much&lt;br /&gt;I like it&lt;/span&gt; when we're one on one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like it&lt;/span&gt; when we come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like it&lt;/span&gt; when we go to extremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You let me live my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-702622546355495247?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/702622546355495247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=702622546355495247' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/702622546355495247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/702622546355495247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-it.html' title='I Like It'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SXNDQwIH-vI/AAAAAAAAA0A/w5XbMrl5piY/s72-c/DSC_4659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1735544394276338167</id><published>2009-01-17T13:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:45:34.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva</title><content type='html'>Já lá vai mais uma frequência. Também não sei o que esperar dela, mas sim, a cadeira está feita, &lt;em&gt;for sure&lt;/em&gt;. Vamos ver é se se vai a exame de melhoria. Um mínimo de 15 pede-se, mas é mesmo muito pouco provável.&lt;br /&gt;Next? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;DESIGN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem me vou preocupar em estudar. Estudar o quê?&lt;br /&gt;A frequência de sexta é que importa. ( A U D I O ) &lt;- &lt;strong&gt;MEDO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 to go :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1735544394276338167?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1735544394276338167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1735544394276338167' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1735544394276338167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1735544394276338167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/01/retrospectiva.html' title='Retrospectiva'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8990548144913671092</id><published>2009-01-14T03:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T03:12:34.952Z</updated><title type='text'>Design?</title><content type='html'>3.10h da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Acabei agora o trabalho de Design.&lt;br /&gt;Se gosto do resultado final?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece q não foi feito por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é de tar óptimo, é por tar uma autêntica  m e r d @ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequência de HCA?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;F O T O G R A F I A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8990548144913671092?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8990548144913671092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8990548144913671092' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8990548144913671092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8990548144913671092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/01/design.html' title='Design?'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2567742717340349469</id><published>2009-01-12T22:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:47:16.842Z</updated><title type='text'>1º</title><content type='html'>Ora chegámos à época das frequências. Aquela época em que penso que vou andar bastante ocupada a estudar, e sem tempo para fazer mais algumas coisas que queira fazer, mas é tudo mentira. Nesta época não faço nada. Finjo que estudo na semana da frequência, finjo o dobro na véspera, e... depois ando a rezar para fazer as cadeiras todas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente preguiçosa é assim...&lt;br /&gt;Não fazem um c* até ao dia em que se f*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HISTÓRIA DO CINEMA E DAS ARTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VAMO&lt;/span&gt; LÁ COLEGAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S.: Porque é q eu ainda não estou a estudar? :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello? Frequência amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2567742717340349469?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2567742717340349469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2567742717340349469' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2567742717340349469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2567742717340349469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title='1º'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-39869170951132959</id><published>2009-01-11T00:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:16:06.478Z</updated><title type='text'>Those are the things that make you mine</title><content type='html'>Everybody's looking for that something&lt;br /&gt;One thing that makes it all complete&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the strangest places&lt;br /&gt;Places you never knew it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me it's waking up beside you&lt;br /&gt;To watch the sunrise on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I can say I love you&lt;br /&gt;In any given time or place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little things that only I know&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things that make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's like flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're my special thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-39869170951132959?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/39869170951132959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=39869170951132959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/39869170951132959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/39869170951132959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2009/01/those-are-things-that-make-you-mine.html' title='Those are the things that make you mine'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4328974579450621694</id><published>2008-12-02T23:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:29:05.080Z</updated><title type='text'>2 de Dezembro de 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;27 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novo album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novo video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="395" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NTD3Vw-SIhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NTD3Vw-SIhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4328974579450621694?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4328974579450621694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4328974579450621694' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4328974579450621694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4328974579450621694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-de-dezembro-de-2008.html' title='2 de Dezembro de 2008'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-5275248927929432020</id><published>2008-11-02T20:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:36:54.255Z</updated><title type='text'>É Real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tás bem? Perguntas-me tu. Preocupação sempre presente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tou bem, não te preocupes, digo eu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Felicidade e tristeza. 2 coisas misturadas num só dia, mas fizeste me esquecer as partes más e deste-me novas para pensar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que se passou hoje...? Já não sei. Mas, tás ali comigo. Ias ficar ali comigo. O resto já não interessava de certa forma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conversas, desabafos, muita pergunta pelo meio. Até que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ganhei coragem e arrisquei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ganhei. Arrisquei e ganhei. Meio caminho andado para me sentir bem. Meio caminho literalmente. O resto do caminho foi construído com a tua perfeição, com a tua maneira de ser, como estavas a agir... como me tratavas. Morri e estou no paraíso? Uma das perguntas que mais vezes me surgiu na cabeça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não. Não morreste, dizes-me tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suspirei... Ninguém pode ser assim. Ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu conceito de perfeição estava bem errado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A perfeição mora ali naquela casa. Naquela casa onde tudo é perfeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-5275248927929432020?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/5275248927929432020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=5275248927929432020' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5275248927929432020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5275248927929432020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/11/real.html' title='É Real.'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8716353929605957551</id><published>2008-11-01T13:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:47:50.759Z</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Afinal a &lt;strong&gt;perfeição&lt;/strong&gt; existe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8716353929605957551?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8716353929605957551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8716353929605957551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8716353929605957551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8716353929605957551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-3164186679794538247</id><published>2008-10-26T19:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:09:42.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Draft</title><content type='html'>"Segue em frente", dizem-me. Seguir em frente? Em frente? Estou bem, aqui. Sou forte para querer continuar aqui e não me preocupar com o que estará lá á frente. Continuo aqui, a cair e a erguer-me, até que todas as forças que tenha se acabem, ou simplesmente até ao dia que sinta o minimo de curiosidade para saber o que possa estar lá frente, e esse dia vai chegar, como sempre. Mas... estou bem aqui, para lutar contra tudo mais o que possa vir, sou forte para dizer: "Estou bem", mesmo que não esteja tão bem quanto o gostaria de estar. Sou forte, gosto de pensar que sou forte. Não penso sequer que possa ser fraca, ignorar este facto, menospreza-lo, pode ser um acto de fraqueza, mas pensar que sou forte dá-me mais forças. Algo de mal nisto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu SOU forte. E vou continuar a pensar que o sou, sabendo no fundo que sou como qualquer ser humano de vez em quando. &lt;strong&gt;F-r-a-c-o.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Descobri isto nos Rascunhos. WTF? Como as coisas mudam em tão curto espaço de tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-3164186679794538247?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/3164186679794538247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=3164186679794538247' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3164186679794538247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3164186679794538247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/10/draft.html' title='Draft'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-3987071518018603734</id><published>2008-10-26T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:47:46.410Z</updated><title type='text'>PCD - I Hate This Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="324" width="395"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDoMHFWN9LI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDoMHFWN9LI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-3987071518018603734?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/3987071518018603734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=3987071518018603734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3987071518018603734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3987071518018603734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/10/pcd-i-hate-this-part.html' title='PCD - I Hate This Part'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2753247623893235013</id><published>2008-10-06T21:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:38:28.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Estranho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SOp22cibteI/AAAAAAAAApo/nxNiFQThP50/s1600-h/IMG079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254142593026733538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SOp22cibteI/AAAAAAAAApo/nxNiFQThP50/s320/IMG079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando for grande quero uma casa de banho com uma vista assim na minha casa :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UL&lt;/strong&gt; no seu melhor (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2753247623893235013?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2753247623893235013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2753247623893235013' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2753247623893235013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2753247623893235013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-estranho.html' title='Post Estranho'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SOp22cibteI/AAAAAAAAApo/nxNiFQThP50/s72-c/IMG079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8194106148583332120</id><published>2008-10-05T19:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:28:11.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>I hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That you would ever feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind&lt;br /&gt;When we're hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends?&lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last&lt;br /&gt;Last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;This crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="324" width="395"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNud3zxbcpc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNud3zxbcpc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8194106148583332120?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8194106148583332120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8194106148583332120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8194106148583332120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8194106148583332120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/10/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2553951760019447693</id><published>2008-09-28T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:12:39.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia menos bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem fiquei sem televisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Choveu mega mega bué.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O meu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Benfica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ganhou&lt;/span&gt;. (Ganhou? Nem acredito ahahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tive que ouvir o jogo por relato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Consegui ainda ver 35 minutos de jogo pois a TV voltou. E quando voltou, passado 30 segundos... GOLOOOOOOOOO :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E é isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah. E tive um pesadelo horrivel como não tinha há bué :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251057921698906642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SN-BW8XdQhI/AAAAAAAAApg/KoaPsZ-js2s/s400/wdiag.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Reyes (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2553951760019447693?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2553951760019447693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2553951760019447693' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2553951760019447693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2553951760019447693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/dia-menos-bom.html' title='Dia menos bom'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SN-BW8XdQhI/AAAAAAAAApg/KoaPsZ-js2s/s72-c/wdiag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-5004056281740878997</id><published>2008-09-26T23:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:15:10.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SN1dUeTGbbI/AAAAAAAAApY/EaX3__QKJh4/s1600-h/SL270628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250455346895809970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SN1dUeTGbbI/AAAAAAAAApY/EaX3__QKJh4/s320/SL270628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mega dia ontem :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde -&gt; Singstar. De partir a moca a rir :o I'm a survivor I'm gonna make itttttt I will survive, keep on survivinggggggg. GOLLLLLLLDDDD! ahahah Ihh a sério. Catarina, a maior. Rititi. A Rainha do Singstar :o até a fazer nanananana ganha :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite -&gt; 21h -&gt; Recepção ao Caloiro 2008 no Parque das Nações.&lt;br /&gt;Brutal :o&lt;br /&gt;Ihh a sério. Mega festão. Curti mega mega mega mega mega mega mega bué :D Principalmente do concerto de um grupo que acabei de descobrir: &lt;em&gt;You Should Go Ahead&lt;/em&gt;. Muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase 5h da manhã -&gt; casa da Franjinhas :p Nem comento. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixaram me dormir a que horas? Vá... 8h da manhã. :o&lt;br /&gt;Aii, tá de dia lá fora :o LOOOL Porque será...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-5004056281740878997?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/5004056281740878997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=5004056281740878997' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5004056281740878997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5004056281740878997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/mega.html' title='Mega'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SN1dUeTGbbI/AAAAAAAAApY/EaX3__QKJh4/s72-c/SL270628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6889925559345211645</id><published>2008-09-23T23:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:52:05.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que coisa.</title><content type='html'>Ora vamos lá ver uma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de andar trajada, a sério que gosto. Dá um ar importante e como a maioria diz, pareço uma senhora ahah mas vamos lá ver uma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;1º Quem me tira a minha roupinha "normal" tira-me tudo.&lt;br /&gt;2º Aqueles pensos nos meus piercings dão cabo de mim, já para não falar de ter que tirar os brincos, fios e pulseiras.&lt;br /&gt;3º O meu risco nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Epah, sem isto tudo. Quem sou eu? Jesus... Não gosto.&lt;br /&gt;É verdade e é assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traje? Para quando outra vez?&lt;br /&gt;2009 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6889925559345211645?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/6889925559345211645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=6889925559345211645' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6889925559345211645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6889925559345211645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/que-coisa.html' title='Que coisa.'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6836476665677395912</id><published>2008-09-22T21:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:28:14.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SNf_xjy8eoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lh82YHeslPc/s1600-h/DSC_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248945117611195010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SNf_xjy8eoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lh82YHeslPc/s320/DSC_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Walking In Circles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6836476665677395912?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/6836476665677395912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=6836476665677395912' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6836476665677395912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6836476665677395912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/im.html' title='I&apos;m...'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SNf_xjy8eoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lh82YHeslPc/s72-c/DSC_0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4896682127876307406</id><published>2008-09-21T15:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:19:09.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem sei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remodelado de fresco :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não merecia, pois anda meio parado... mas já estava farta do aspecto do outro :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ultimamente ando sem "pica" para postar, apesar de ás vezes até ter alguma coisa interessante (ou não) a partilhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho mal ainda não ter postado nada sobre as praxes. Sim, as belas das praxes. Já trajei, e já praxei :D Amanhã acho que há mais... depende do tempo. Porque não estou para assar com aquela roupa toda em cima ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adiante... as aulas "asério" também já vão começar esta semana. Acho que até estou preparada, plo menos as disciplinas que tive até agora agradaram-me. Até a disciplina do Professor Pestana :o ahah Este ano não irá ter que me convidar a sair Sr. Professor, prometo-lhe. Ou não... :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aguardo ansiosamente é pelas aulas de História do Cinema e Design Gráfico, o professor é uma comédia pegada. "Um par de estalos..." ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E bem, acho que já chega por hoje. Escrevi mais do que pensava que iria escrever ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO TOCA NA DOUTORA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarteto das Flautas (L) :P ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4896682127876307406?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4896682127876307406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4896682127876307406' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4896682127876307406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4896682127876307406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/nem-sei.html' title='Nem sei.'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2371570121388969095</id><published>2008-09-20T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:22:39.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SNVbWAYJ2_I/AAAAAAAAAn0/3uP5oOYrQjg/s1600-h/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248201374386740210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SNVbWAYJ2_I/AAAAAAAAAn0/3uP5oOYrQjg/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any thoughts of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;strong&gt;gone away&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2371570121388969095?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2371570121388969095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2371570121388969095' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2371570121388969095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2371570121388969095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SNVbWAYJ2_I/AAAAAAAAAn0/3uP5oOYrQjg/s72-c/DSC_0288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-5132178601119753383</id><published>2008-09-16T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:10:38.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praxe</title><content type='html'>A Britney Spears ganhou 3 prémios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clap, clap, clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Slave 4 U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;Parti-me toda :o&lt;br /&gt;Só tu Rititi :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-5132178601119753383?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/5132178601119753383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=5132178601119753383' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5132178601119753383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5132178601119753383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/praxe.html' title='Praxe'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8344828090835044077</id><published>2008-09-12T14:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:09:56.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tu:&lt;/em&gt; * Agarras-me no pescoço, numa de "simular" um abraço, mas sem ninguém ver estás me a cravar as unhas na pele... com raiva. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu:&lt;/em&gt; O que é que se passa ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu:&lt;/em&gt; Já sei de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu:&lt;/em&gt; Tudo o quê ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu:&lt;/em&gt; * Puxas-me para um canto à medida que vais falando... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu:&lt;/em&gt; O que é que te contaram ?! O que é que sabes ?! Diz-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu:&lt;/em&gt; Porque é que fizeste isto?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu:&lt;/em&gt; Isto o quê?! Alguma vez te contei algo?! Alguma vez te fiz parecer o que sentia?! Estraguei a tua vida?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu:&lt;/em&gt; Não... mas... ainda o sentes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu:&lt;/em&gt; Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu:&lt;/em&gt; Aproximaste de mim. * Beijas-me *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu:&lt;/em&gt; * Respiração acelerada * (Sinto tudo... os lábios, o vento na cara... tudo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ACORDO*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NÃOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8344828090835044077?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8344828090835044077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8344828090835044077' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8344828090835044077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8344828090835044077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4971904177892435795</id><published>2008-09-08T16:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:59:07.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VMA 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SMVLwZg_1nI/AAAAAAAAAnE/H5B7vwJloTY/s1600-h/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243680635997902450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SMVLwZg_1nI/AAAAAAAAAnE/H5B7vwJloTY/s320/025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rainha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; da Noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4971904177892435795?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4971904177892435795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4971904177892435795' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4971904177892435795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4971904177892435795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/vma-2008.html' title='VMA 2008'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SMVLwZg_1nI/AAAAAAAAAnE/H5B7vwJloTY/s72-c/025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-5969331047547004405</id><published>2008-09-03T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:34:42.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SL8e95pGfuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/pO1DjOKSfq8/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241942540076613346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SL8e95pGfuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/pO1DjOKSfq8/s320/DSC00636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-5969331047547004405?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/5969331047547004405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=5969331047547004405' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5969331047547004405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5969331047547004405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SL8e95pGfuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/pO1DjOKSfq8/s72-c/DSC00636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-3180604110572746057</id><published>2008-09-02T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:44:42.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                              each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-3180604110572746057?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/3180604110572746057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=3180604110572746057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3180604110572746057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3180604110572746057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/09/realize.html' title='Realize'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4023224012517830460</id><published>2008-08-31T16:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:51:21.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLq9cg7cLxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/I7oRY_THrX0/s1600-h/IMG075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240709413972225810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLq9cg7cLxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/I7oRY_THrX0/s320/IMG075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ow do you know everything I'm about to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;m I that obvious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd if it's written on my face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hope it never goes away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4023224012517830460?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4023224012517830460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4023224012517830460' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4023224012517830460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4023224012517830460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces Of Me'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLq9cg7cLxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/I7oRY_THrX0/s72-c/IMG075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8143617924576120513</id><published>2008-08-30T18:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:12:05.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLl-_lihD7I/AAAAAAAAAms/9C-E_lZlTOA/s1600-h/Imagem(189).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240359272296026034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLl-_lihD7I/AAAAAAAAAms/9C-E_lZlTOA/s320/Imagem(189).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Há coisas que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUNCA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mudam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8143617924576120513?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8143617924576120513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8143617924576120513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8143617924576120513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8143617924576120513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/h-coisas-que-nunca-mudam.html' title=''/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLl-_lihD7I/AAAAAAAAAms/9C-E_lZlTOA/s72-c/Imagem(189).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1932244528974170850</id><published>2008-08-29T16:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:34:17.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fac.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLgWr5UfAJI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_TlX26XTGU4/s1600-h/DSC02432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239963109822496914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLgWr5UfAJI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_TlX26XTGU4/s320/DSC02432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ultimamente ando sem inspiração para postar... bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faculdade, faculdade... já andas aí perto eheh Dia 3 lá vou eu fazer a minha matricula e sondar já a área pa ver como é que aquilo anda xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É impressionante como sinto falta daquela rotina... em que não se faz nada sem ser basicamente chatear muito os setores. Sim... o que é que se faz na faculdade sem ser isso? Estuda-se? Ás vezes ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim... o que interessa é que tenho muiiitas saudades daquele sitio... das pessoas... e DA pessoa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1932244528974170850?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1932244528974170850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1932244528974170850' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1932244528974170850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1932244528974170850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/fac.html' title='Fac.'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLgWr5UfAJI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_TlX26XTGU4/s72-c/DSC02432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-5211066661846855583</id><published>2008-08-26T22:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:56:25.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(L) Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLR8AC3xOdI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jIdCbY6raYs/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238948606751357394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLR8AC3xOdI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jIdCbY6raYs/s320/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From all the drugs the one I like more is music&lt;br /&gt;From all the junks the one I need more is music&lt;br /&gt;From all the boys the one I take home is music&lt;br /&gt;From all the ladies the one I kiss is music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Music is my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Music is my dead end&lt;br /&gt;Music is my imaginary friend&lt;br /&gt;Music is my brother&lt;br /&gt;Music is my great-grand-daughter&lt;br /&gt;Music is my sister&lt;br /&gt;Music is my favorite mistress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-5211066661846855583?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/5211066661846855583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=5211066661846855583' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5211066661846855583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5211066661846855583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/l-music.html' title='(L) Music'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLR8AC3xOdI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jIdCbY6raYs/s72-c/DSC00655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4974220121258141620</id><published>2008-08-25T14:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:01:56.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLKtGFccnxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/efXbK9goL4s/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238439636637622034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLKtGFccnxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/efXbK9goL4s/s320/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oeiras ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4974220121258141620?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4974220121258141620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4974220121258141620' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4974220121258141620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4974220121258141620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SLKtGFccnxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/efXbK9goL4s/s72-c/DSC01003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-3390529229452928623</id><published>2008-08-25T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:39:56.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É verdade e é assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sina &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a minha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-3390529229452928623?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/3390529229452928623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=3390529229452928623' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3390529229452928623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3390529229452928623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/verdade-e-assim.html' title='É verdade e é assim'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2952683007843424822</id><published>2008-08-23T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:07:49.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouting For Girls - It's Not About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said its not about you&lt;br /&gt;it's not about you, it's me&lt;br /&gt;She said it's not about you&lt;br /&gt;it's not about you, it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes its good&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you, well it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes its good&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you is, well it's becomming a drag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a beautiful smile, she's a gleam in your eye&lt;br /&gt;dresses like a princess, playing games in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Falling out of her top, runs a hand through her hair&lt;br /&gt;playing so hard to get, cause she knows that you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to love you more, how to love you more&lt;br /&gt;how to love you more, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to love you more, how to love you more&lt;br /&gt;how to love you more, my....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we got, i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I guess we got, i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about you(don't you go)&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;It's not about you(don't you go)&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes its good&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you, well it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes its good&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you is, well it's making me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this how it ends? Well nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;she'll be gone for a year and we'll see how it goes&lt;br /&gt;Moving out of your flat, slipping right through your hands&lt;br /&gt;she's a difficult girl and your a sillier man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to love you more, how to love you more&lt;br /&gt;how to love you more, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to love you more, how to love you more&lt;br /&gt;how to love you more, my....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to love you more, how to love you more&lt;br /&gt;how to love you more, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to love you more, how to love you more&lt;br /&gt;how to love you more, my....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we got, i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I guess we got, i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about you(don't you go)&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;It's not about you(don't you go)&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about about you&lt;br /&gt;(don't you go home, don't you go home, don't you leave me here alone)&lt;br /&gt;(And sometimes its good&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you, well it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes its good&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you is, well your driving me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, i don't know, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;how to love you, but i love you so&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, i don't know, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;why i love you, but i love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, i don't know, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;why i love you, but i love you so&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, i don't know, i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we got, i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I guess we got, i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got(nothing to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about about you&lt;br /&gt;(don't you go home, don't you go home, don't you leave me here alone)&lt;br /&gt;(And sometimes its good&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you, well it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes its good&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you is, well your driving me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="324" width="395"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSCI7yZurMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSCI7yZurMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2952683007843424822?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2952683007843424822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2952683007843424822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2952683007843424822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2952683007843424822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/scouting-for-girls-its-not-about-you.html' title='Scouting For Girls - It&apos;s Not About You'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2864081010333068755</id><published>2008-08-22T18:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:01:24.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloured Pencils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs19/i/2007/260/c/e/My_very_own_rainbow_by_Stormchaser_Thorne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs19/i/2007/260/c/e/My_very_own_rainbow_by_Stormchaser_Thorne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://stormchaser-thorne.deviantart.com/art/My-very-own-rainbow-65146138"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2864081010333068755?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2864081010333068755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2864081010333068755' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2864081010333068755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2864081010333068755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/coloured-pencils.html' title='Coloured Pencils'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8086510241378870367</id><published>2008-08-21T13:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:45:21.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SK1jJTam0eI/AAAAAAAAAmE/9XpwJzlUv28/s1600-h/IMG018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236950953183597026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SK1jJTam0eI/AAAAAAAAAmE/9XpwJzlUv28/s320/IMG018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois quarentões passam por mim a comer uvas. &lt;div&gt;Olham pa mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Param.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vira-se um, "Porra, que até me engasguei!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/me faz olhar de "Epah, importam-se de parar de olhar seus rebarbados?! Mas ainda não?! Ah bom! Assim tá melhor. Pirem-se!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh meu Deus, nem na praia se pode tar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que os homens nasceram &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; só com um neurónio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8086510241378870367?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8086510241378870367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8086510241378870367' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8086510241378870367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8086510241378870367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/enfim.html' title='Enfim'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SK1jJTam0eI/AAAAAAAAAmE/9XpwJzlUv28/s72-c/IMG018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-5315652027533010155</id><published>2008-08-20T21:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:30:40.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas Estranhas</title><content type='html'>Opah, será que eu sou a única rapariga neste mundo que tem a capacidade de, de vez em quando, ter desejos estúpidos e inventar comidas parvas ?&lt;br /&gt;É que acho que hoje foi o cúmulo dos cúmulos, depois disto até tenho medo.&lt;br /&gt;Então não é que o meu jantarzinho foi uma sandes de pão rico (sem côdea diga-se :D) com uma folha de alface e MAÇÃ? Sim... maçã. Definitivamente, sou muiiiiito estranha :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-5315652027533010155?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/5315652027533010155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=5315652027533010155' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5315652027533010155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5315652027533010155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/coisas-estranhas.html' title='Coisas Estranhas'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-162044521256964131</id><published>2008-08-19T20:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:00:58.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SKsmJ7rLLfI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IyA4T_96mvo/s1600-h/13082008983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236320943827791346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SKsmJ7rLLfI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IyA4T_96mvo/s320/13082008983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até nas férias me acompanhaste :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Preciso de umm psicólogo não preciso... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-162044521256964131?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/162044521256964131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=162044521256964131' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/162044521256964131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/162044521256964131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/photo.html' title='Photo'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SKsmJ7rLLfI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IyA4T_96mvo/s72-c/13082008983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-7822862079741497938</id><published>2008-08-17T19:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:20:59.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duffy - Stepping Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SKhr90t0oyI/AAAAAAAAAl0/K1xluW2hKfM/s1600-h/dge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235553276685230882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SKhr90t0oyI/AAAAAAAAAl0/K1xluW2hKfM/s320/dge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember way back way back when&lt;br /&gt;I said i never wanna see your face again&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were loving yes you're loving somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And I knew oh yes I knew I couldn't control myself&lt;br /&gt;And now they bring you back into my life again&lt;br /&gt;And so I put on a face just like your friend's&lt;br /&gt;But I think you know oh yes you know whats going on&lt;br /&gt;Cause the feelings in me oh yes in me are burning strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing upright on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;You used to call me up from time to time&lt;br /&gt;And it would be so hard for me not to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;The words of love layed on my lips just like a curse&lt;br /&gt;And i knew oh yes i knew they'd only make it worse&lt;br /&gt;And now you have the nerve to play along&lt;br /&gt;Just like the maestro beats in a song&lt;br /&gt;You got your kicks you get your kicks from playing me&lt;br /&gt;And the less you give the more i want so foolishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing upright on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing upright on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing upright on my own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-7822862079741497938?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/7822862079741497938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=7822862079741497938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7822862079741497938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7822862079741497938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/duffy-stepping-stone.html' title='Duffy - Stepping Stone'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SKhr90t0oyI/AAAAAAAAAl0/K1xluW2hKfM/s72-c/dge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8624250983089662341</id><published>2008-08-16T14:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:08:08.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SKbQsmibW0I/AAAAAAAAAls/fj9IVdfrFgE/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235101081542548290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SKbQsmibW0I/AAAAAAAAAls/fj9IVdfrFgE/s320/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's good to be home again :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive alto sonho hoje :D :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8624250983089662341?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8624250983089662341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8624250983089662341' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8624250983089662341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8624250983089662341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SKbQsmibW0I/AAAAAAAAAls/fj9IVdfrFgE/s72-c/DSC00830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4133470025813814348</id><published>2008-08-07T21:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:30:32.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FÉRIAS&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portimão aí vou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto dia 14... ou 16 LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4133470025813814348?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4133470025813814348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4133470025813814348' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4133470025813814348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4133470025813814348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-9223079985274500766</id><published>2008-08-07T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:33:11.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>30 dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; Mês&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-9223079985274500766?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/9223079985274500766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=9223079985274500766' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/9223079985274500766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/9223079985274500766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/30-dias.html' title='30 dias'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8459596880961067557</id><published>2008-08-06T21:46:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:18:51.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>05/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJoS1GPsAgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ZdvvHaenxiQ/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231514620563030530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJoS1GPsAgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ZdvvHaenxiQ/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ihhh. Não postava há tantos dias. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Devia ter dedicado um post ontem á minha amiga Filipinha e nem isso tive tempo de fazer... desnaturada :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem, tive um dia bué longo e cansativo ontem. Acordar ás 8.20h, gym, ir apanhar o comboio pa Lisboa ás 11h e perde-lo pq as pessoas não sabem chegar as horas LOL. Conclusão, uma hora á espera do próximo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chega-se a Lisboa já 14h e tal, vai-se ao Zoo com um sol brutal a bater na minha cabecinha :( Andar de um lado po outro... ver uns bichos, almoçar, ver mais bichos, andar mais de um lado para o outro, tirar fotos pelo caminho, andar mais um bocadinho, apanhar mais sol na cabeça, sentar durante 1 minuto, andar mais... e andar e andar e andar. E finalmente, o espectáculo dos leões marinhos e golfinhos. Meia hora sentada! YAY! Recorde do dia... Ahhh, recebi um beijinho de um leão marinho :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJoTIeLQeYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/6nSYBLRrcfA/s1600-h/IMG054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231514953404414338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJoTIeLQeYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/6nSYBLRrcfA/s320/IMG054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois... andar mais, e andar, e andar, e ver mais bichos, e tirar mais fotos e puff. Quase 19 horas apanha-se o comboio para o fim do mundo. Chega-se a casa, janta-se, e tenho tempo de me sentar mais 15 minutos. A seguir, feira de Santiago, David Fonseca ao vivo. Seca total. Só via era pessoal a abrir a boca ahah 4 ou 5 musicas e esquece, vai-se passear pela feira que é bem mais interessante. Ah, tirando o facto que, tive um momento bastante embaraçoso nessa noite :( Chego-me ao pé duma barraquinha de artesanato, e mostram me uma peça que lá estava. Grito eu muito alto: "ISSO É HORRIVEL!!" Só oiço uma voz a dizer "Obrigado menina" Ahahaha ai, até fiquei vermelha! Mas no fim lá dei a volta à senhora a dizer que aquilo era feio (ok, n disse feio, disse que... preferia outro LOL) mas o resto era muiiiiiito bonito (e por acaso era) ahah Enfim, mais um bocadinho na feira até à 1h da manhã, vou pa casa, aparro de tal maneira que já não me levantei. Completamente KO! É verdade e é assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJoUbd-w8PI/AAAAAAAAAlU/AV4GGWni-T0/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231516379281158386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJoUbd-w8PI/AAAAAAAAAlU/AV4GGWni-T0/s200/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJoUxTB9tGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/9GgDA7Mm-B4/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231516754298909794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJoUxTB9tGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/9GgDA7Mm-B4/s200/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231516590250872866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJoUnv53UCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/fnkbN6niLpk/s200/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8459596880961067557?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8459596880961067557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8459596880961067557' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8459596880961067557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8459596880961067557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/0508.html' title='05/08'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJoS1GPsAgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ZdvvHaenxiQ/s72-c/DSC00740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-7063132657712332248</id><published>2008-08-02T22:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:43:42.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tock Tock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJTU6EkpsbI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vNP3nFtKLns/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230039161408958898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJTU6EkpsbI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vNP3nFtKLns/s320/t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E depois de 1 ano e 10 ou 11 meses fiz um video do CR7. Pequenino... não tinha grande material deste ano pois desleixei-me um bocado a sacar/gravar cenas. Enfim. Deu para matar o bichinho que já se vinha a acumular xD Agora tenho que por a ideia do video do Rui Costa em prática... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKH3BB_Wd_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKH3BB_Wd_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-7063132657712332248?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/7063132657712332248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=7063132657712332248' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7063132657712332248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7063132657712332248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/tock-tock.html' title='Tock Tock'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJTU6EkpsbI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vNP3nFtKLns/s72-c/t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4211477502774463252</id><published>2008-08-01T23:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:55:46.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Match Point / Scoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www2.kwcinema.kataweb.it/matchpoint/locandina/match_point_bassa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www2.kwcinema.kataweb.it/matchpoint/locandina/match_point_bassa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruido.rhwinter.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/scoop_poster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ruido.rhwinter.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/scoop_poster.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque tou numa de Scarlett Johansson... amo mesmo ela como actriz xD Venho com 2 filmes que têm duas coisas em comum. 1º Scarlett. 2º Um dedinho de Woddy Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Match Point&lt;/em&gt; ? Adorei pela temática em si -&gt; Não tens que ser sempre bom, ter sorte também ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scoop&lt;/em&gt;? Não achei grande coisa, mas... adorei ahah Porquê ? Woody Allen? Parti-me a rir com ele. Scarlett? Sem comentários. Papel B-r-i-l-h-a-n-t-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, esqueci-me. Jonathan Rhys Meyers (Match Point), continuo a achar-te podre de bom. Mas... também continuo a achar que não tens jeitinho nenhum para cenas de amor ahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4211477502774463252?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4211477502774463252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4211477502774463252' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4211477502774463252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4211477502774463252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/08/match-point-scoop.html' title='Match Point / Scoop'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4606095228657468423</id><published>2008-07-30T13:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:05:48.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJBYnQOuERI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3QOPlgRNZ5s/s1600-h/Untitled-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228776598771994898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJBYnQOuERI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3QOPlgRNZ5s/s320/Untitled-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sessão de hoje á 1h da manhã ahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nada produtiva... em 50 e tal aproveitei 4 ou 5 =X LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4606095228657468423?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4606095228657468423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4606095228657468423' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4606095228657468423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4606095228657468423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/session.html' title='Session'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SJBYnQOuERI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3QOPlgRNZ5s/s72-c/Untitled-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-455380281258461042</id><published>2008-07-29T15:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:22:13.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Until It All Goes Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8nInlX_4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/iBLzoc_9be8/s1600-h/DSC03518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228440721418616706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8nInlX_4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/iBLzoc_9be8/s320/DSC03518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pensando melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou continuar assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-455380281258461042?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/455380281258461042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=455380281258461042' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/455380281258461042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/455380281258461042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/until-it-all-goes-away.html' title='Until It All Goes Away'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8nInlX_4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/iBLzoc_9be8/s72-c/DSC03518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1389917001442470800</id><published>2008-07-28T23:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:40:16.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>They Talk Sh*t About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeTh-B3BA8g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeTh-B3BA8g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My body, you're body.&lt;br /&gt;Baby do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagesforum.doctissimo.fr/mesimages/3562844/247540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://celebrite.aol.fr/content.do?id=54193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228244039841415650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI50QPnNAeI/AAAAAAAAAj8/DCAvN_LSA-I/s320/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Pokora (L)&lt;br /&gt;Ai o que eu fazia a este rapazinho se o visse á frente... :x Desde que apareceu em 2004 que morro de amores por ele ahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1389917001442470800?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1389917001442470800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1389917001442470800' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1389917001442470800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1389917001442470800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-talk-sht-about-me.html' title='They Talk Sh*t About Me'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI50QPnNAeI/AAAAAAAAAj8/DCAvN_LSA-I/s72-c/a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1055522336862534716</id><published>2008-07-27T22:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:48:58.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUUA5xD8dJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUUA5xD8dJ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Acabei de descobrir que a Rihanna já lançou outro video :o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lembrei-me do &lt;em&gt;Everybody &lt;/em&gt;dos BSB ahahah não sei pq :x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ainda não sei se gosto do som ou não... gosto da &lt;em&gt;bridge&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. O resto não sei... pode ser que daqui a uns minutos já saiba...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its a thief in the night To come and grab you It can creep up inside you And consume you A disease of the mind It can control you Its too close for comfort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Edit: Gosto. Nada de especial, mas gosto ahah xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1055522336862534716?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1055522336862534716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1055522336862534716' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1055522336862534716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1055522336862534716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-7841276027568442592</id><published>2008-07-26T22:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:19:24.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w229/stuntsneo/gia-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w229/stuntsneo/gia-poster01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem sei... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É o filme que revelou &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;, premiada com o Globo de Ouro de Melhor Actriz pela sua actuação. Ela faz o papel título desse drama biográfico e encarna Gia Carangi, dona de uma beleza estonteante. Ela deixa a sua pequena cidade do interior e vai para Nova York tentar a carreira de modelo. Torna-se a primeira supermodelo americana, enquanto vai mergulhando nas drogas e depressão. Gia morreu antes de completar 27 anos, vítima de SIDA, consequência do vício em heroína."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-7841276027568442592?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/7841276027568442592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=7841276027568442592' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7841276027568442592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7841276027568442592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/gia.html' title='GIA'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-3243180230591219486</id><published>2008-07-25T17:37:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:46:36.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Bother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIn_fvb_eTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ky1o_N-hwUM/s1600-h/DSC05359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226989763315071282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIn_fvb_eTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ky1o_N-hwUM/s320/DSC05359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doesn't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;how to touch u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb37JyhGr1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb37JyhGr1w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="295" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-3243180230591219486?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/3243180230591219486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=3243180230591219486' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3243180230591219486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3243180230591219486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-bother.html' title='Don&apos;t Bother'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIn_fvb_eTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ky1o_N-hwUM/s72-c/DSC05359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-757162207226466761</id><published>2008-07-24T21:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:13:29.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIjiRF260iI/AAAAAAAAAjk/fRPlzSzM57g/s1600-h/IMG035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226676150821638690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIjiRF260iI/AAAAAAAAAjk/fRPlzSzM57g/s320/IMG035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje fui a uma praia que não ia desde dos meus 15 anos =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tou mesmo panasca hoje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tou com o coração ao pé da boca ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda vou dizer merda... ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-757162207226466761?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/757162207226466761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=757162207226466761' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/757162207226466761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/757162207226466761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach.html' title='Beach'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIjiRF260iI/AAAAAAAAAjk/fRPlzSzM57g/s72-c/IMG035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2573805058211463031</id><published>2008-07-23T15:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:41:22.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIdCOk4hVYI/AAAAAAAAAjc/maA5XBYTcls/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226218710773093762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIdCOk4hVYI/AAAAAAAAAjc/maA5XBYTcls/s200/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why don't you kiss her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why don't you tell her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why don't you let her see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The feelings that you hide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cuz she'll never know If you never show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The way u feel inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh I'm so afraid to make that first move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just a touch and we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Could cross the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And everytime she's near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna never let her go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Confess to her what my heart knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hold her close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What would she say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder would she just turn away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or would she promise me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That she's here to stay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It hurts me to wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I keep asking myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2573805058211463031?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2573805058211463031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2573805058211463031' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2573805058211463031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2573805058211463031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/ly.html' title='LY'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIdCOk4hVYI/AAAAAAAAAjc/maA5XBYTcls/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1781922029505631470</id><published>2008-07-22T22:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:02:09.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://portalideia.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/closer_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://portalideia.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/closer_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom filme, não tava á espera. Apesar de confuso gostei da história em si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei especialmente das cenazinhas "picantes", não por haver algum acto mais arrojado, mas sim pelos diálogos em si. Podia agora dar uns exemplos mas é melhor não muahaha xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actores? Julia Roberts, aquela base... Jude Law ? Nunca fui grande fã. Clive Owen (L) Sexyyyyyyyyyy. Natalie Portman? Mudei um bocado a opinião que tinha dela. Gostei :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1781922029505631470?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1781922029505631470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1781922029505631470' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1781922029505631470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1781922029505631470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4827131824360400893</id><published>2008-07-21T23:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:03:33.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem sei...</title><content type='html'>Morri...&lt;br /&gt;Completamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sabia o que era ficar assim tão nervosa há tanto tempo LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4827131824360400893?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4827131824360400893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4827131824360400893' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4827131824360400893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4827131824360400893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/nem-sei.html' title='Nem sei...'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6088886666555556900</id><published>2008-07-21T18:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:06:30.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SITBaJmau_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/1mBi9BPRY8I/s1600-h/colorfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225514122654432242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SITBaJmau_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/1mBi9BPRY8I/s320/colorfull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm Walking On Sunshineeeeeeee ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6088886666555556900?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/6088886666555556900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=6088886666555556900' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6088886666555556900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6088886666555556900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SITBaJmau_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/1mBi9BPRY8I/s72-c/colorfull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8790619987238310887</id><published>2008-07-19T16:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:30:24.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIIIRjKMZII/AAAAAAAAAjI/6E9JHjiUF1E/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224747615291991170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIIIRjKMZII/AAAAAAAAAjI/6E9JHjiUF1E/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a question for u baby but... I already know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I Have U ?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And btw... take this flower :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana fora...&lt;br /&gt;Tróia no domingo :D&lt;br /&gt;Como vou sobreviver um dia sem net ? ahahaha Já não seria a primeira vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8790619987238310887?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8790619987238310887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8790619987238310887' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8790619987238310887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8790619987238310887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/flower.html' title='Flower'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIIIRjKMZII/AAAAAAAAAjI/6E9JHjiUF1E/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1866857662178728966</id><published>2008-07-18T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:43:45.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIENkJFju0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iHrajg2nG2Y/s1600-h/name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224471957292170050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIENkJFju0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iHrajg2nG2Y/s320/name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um nome pode ter muitos significados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo que não tinha um dia assim... &lt;strong&gt;memorável.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1866857662178728966?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1866857662178728966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1866857662178728966' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1866857662178728966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1866857662178728966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/memorvel.html' title='Memorável'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SIENkJFju0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iHrajg2nG2Y/s72-c/name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-7494704845087731794</id><published>2008-07-17T23:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:02:02.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten</title><content type='html'>10 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais uns quantos para vir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhoria de informática ? Não sei se é melhoria ou pioria... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-7494704845087731794?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/7494704845087731794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=7494704845087731794' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7494704845087731794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7494704845087731794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten.html' title='Ten'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-523315725929075677</id><published>2008-07-16T22:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:23:12.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumpled Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SH5mdg_S0EI/AAAAAAAAAi4/pNYvXgjTs_s/s1600-h/crumpledup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223725275054002242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SH5mdg_S0EI/AAAAAAAAAi4/pNYvXgjTs_s/s320/crumpledup2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há que se aproveitar quando há inspiração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã... melhoria a Informática Aplicada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se não melhorar a nota, passo-me. Tenho dito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-523315725929075677?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/523315725929075677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=523315725929075677' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/523315725929075677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/523315725929075677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/crumpled-up.html' title='Crumpled Up'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SH5mdg_S0EI/AAAAAAAAAi4/pNYvXgjTs_s/s72-c/crumpledup2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2480269759203665776</id><published>2008-07-14T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:54:36.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Fantasma :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pouco maIs de 2 meses não chegam para te esquecer, e Lá para fins de setembro, principios de Outubro lá vais tar tu outra vez... e... Vai começar tudo de novo... E... eu não qUeria. Mas não te quero esquecer. Significas mais pAra mim do que alguém possa imaginar. É estúpido mas é verdade. Não me fizeste nada paRa eu me sentir assIm, mas na realidAde sinto-me. Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta parte do post não existe. ahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E faltam 25 dias para as minhas férias :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E, já sairam as notas das frequências todas. Passei a tudo, mas... merda de média. Enfim. Pró ano será melhor... ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2480269759203665776?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2480269759203665776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2480269759203665776' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2480269759203665776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2480269759203665776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-fantasma-x.html' title='Post Fantasma :x'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-3881212556623655181</id><published>2008-07-13T19:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:41:42.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>Blog remodelado outra vez?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sim... o outro tava muito mórbito para  o meu gosto...&lt;br /&gt;E para ser sincera já tava farta de ver fotos daquela sessão á minha frente... ao menos esta é fresquinha ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-3881212556623655181?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/3881212556623655181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=3881212556623655181' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3881212556623655181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3881212556623655181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-3531040262608186706</id><published>2008-07-12T23:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:18:18.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/R-qd5X0hp8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/6sM4qzfLLJE/s1600-h/DSC03877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182127930215606210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/R-qd5X0hp8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/6sM4qzfLLJE/s200/DSC03877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I’ve kissed a guy... I’ve kissed guys. I just haven’t felt that thing.... That thing... that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy, and the only thing in focus is you and this person. And you realize that that person is the only person you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life. And for one moment you get this amazing gift. And you wanna laugh and you wanna cry, ‘cause you feel so lucky that you’ve found it, and so scared that it’ll go away all at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew Barrymore; from the movie "Never Been Kissed"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-3531040262608186706?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/3531040262608186706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=3531040262608186706' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3531040262608186706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3531040262608186706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-kiss.html' title='To Kiss'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/R-qd5X0hp8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/6sM4qzfLLJE/s72-c/DSC03877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6143019747110420167</id><published>2008-07-12T02:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:10:38.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Swank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/NrllAless/blog/news/covergirls/hilary_swank_esq_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/NrllAless/blog/news/covergirls/hilary_swank_esq_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há mulheres mesmo mesmo giras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ou que ás vezes ficam mesmo bem na fotos... pronto :x ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6143019747110420167?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/6143019747110420167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=6143019747110420167' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6143019747110420167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6143019747110420167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/swank.html' title='Swank'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-7058746896820860827</id><published>2008-07-11T14:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:05:41.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.: I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/ps-iloveyou-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/ps-iloveyou-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não tão bom quanto o livro, (como é normal) mas... gostei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muita lágrima pelo meio... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gerard Butler (L) ahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-7058746896820860827?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/7058746896820860827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=7058746896820860827' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7058746896820860827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7058746896820860827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-to-bom-quanto-o-livro-como-normal.html' title='P.S.: I Love You'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6003516416305852046</id><published>2008-07-10T22:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:59:10.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fossil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s7ondemand7.scene7.com/is/image/FossilPartners/JR9681_main?$fossil_thumb$"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://s7ondemand7.scene7.com/is/image/FossilPartners/JR9681_main?$fossil_thumb$" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É mesmo giro :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6003516416305852046?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/6003516416305852046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=6003516416305852046' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6003516416305852046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6003516416305852046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/fossil.html' title='Fossil'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2365722285628832848</id><published>2008-07-10T21:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:52:35.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SHZ11932U-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/WZwk2_NKsgw/s1600-h/lala11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221490387984995298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SHZ11932U-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/WZwk2_NKsgw/s320/lala11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;U'll Be Surprised 2 Know How Far U Can Go From The Point Where U Thought It Was The End&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pus esta frase no meu nick do MSN há praí 15 dias, e não é que desde dessa altura tem havido algumas novidades? E eu a pensar que não se ia passar mais nada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2365722285628832848?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2365722285628832848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2365722285628832848' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2365722285628832848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2365722285628832848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SHZ11932U-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/WZwk2_NKsgw/s72-c/lala11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2754574384656442956</id><published>2008-07-09T23:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:34:11.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironia...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os meus dias andam me a correr especialmente bem :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio discutir com alguém... ODEIO! Especialmente quando se gosta desse alguém, apesar de esse alguém ser naturalmente CASMURRO e ter atitudes que menos gostas. Vá... sabes que também não sou perfeita, mas viste que tentei mostrar o meu ponto de vista e o que sentia... mas lá está. A tal barreira :) Um dia vou quebra-la. Vou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Disse que talvez daqui a uns tempos poderia vir a existir outra discussão, e provavelmente irá existir... mas... não obrigado. Baba e ranho outra vez não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim. Sou mesmo panasca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Põe-te guicha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2754574384656442956?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2754574384656442956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2754574384656442956' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2754574384656442956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2754574384656442956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/ironia.html' title='Ironia...?'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6590939489786642910</id><published>2008-07-08T23:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T02:02:11.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3º Post no mesmo dia?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SHQJF6ELCpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/L4yf58Orhvs/s1600-h/DSC03618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220807865120000658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SHQJF6ELCpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/L4yf58Orhvs/s320/DSC03618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foda-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Não me consigo concentrar.&lt;/div&gt;Hoje tenho mil coisas a passarem-me pela cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Tou contente, triste, &lt;strong&gt;irritada&lt;/strong&gt;, confusa... e... sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;Tou farta de escrever e apagar... acho que a minha inspiração para textos voltou ao normal... que... foda-se. Tou mesmo mesmo mesmo irritada, ainda...&lt;br /&gt;Sou... parva.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que sou parva.&lt;br /&gt;Digo que vou mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Não mudo.&lt;br /&gt;Faço sempre a mesma asneira.&lt;br /&gt;E vou voltar a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Até um dia... até um dia que me vou fartar. Mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh......!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que irritação!&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me espancar alguém...&lt;br /&gt;E agora apetecia me apagar este post, porque foi totalmente inútil porque sinto o dobro da irritação e sei... que... coiso.&lt;br /&gt;Olha.&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez... Foda-se.&lt;br /&gt;Vou dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belo post sim senhora, sem dúvida. Que filha da p*ta de post foi este.. Lindo. Lindo ;)&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;Inspira... Expira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ouvir a minha música relaxante e espero definitavamente ficar melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;U only see what ur eyes want to see... how can life be what u want it to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mmmmm, If i could melt ur heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;U're FROZEN, when ur heart's not open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object height="144" width="194"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kbqr3UA3voc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kbqr3UA3voc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="194" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6590939489786642910?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/6590939489786642910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=6590939489786642910' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6590939489786642910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6590939489786642910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-post-no-mesmo-dia.html' title='3º Post no mesmo dia?!'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SHQJF6ELCpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/L4yf58Orhvs/s72-c/DSC03618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2053893166343060565</id><published>2008-07-08T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:13:58.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>M S N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosto tanto das conversas de grupo no msn :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;São muito úteis :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2053893166343060565?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2053893166343060565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2053893166343060565' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2053893166343060565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2053893166343060565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/m-s-n.html' title='M S N'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2527727665462121671</id><published>2008-07-08T20:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:55:47.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Once.. Twice...</title><content type='html'>Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ÓDIO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2527727665462121671?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2527727665462121671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2527727665462121671' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2527727665462121671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2527727665462121671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-twice.html' title='Once.. Twice...'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1577115056662420418</id><published>2008-07-06T15:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:56:49.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne - Losing Grip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Right now I feel invisible to you like Im not real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didnt you feel me lock my arms around you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whyd you turn away? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heres what I have to say,I was left to cry there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waitin outside there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grinnin with the lost stare,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thats when I decided&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why should I care,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause you werent there,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was scared,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was so alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You, you need to listen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im startin to trip,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im losin my grip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Im in this thing alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Am I just some chick you placed beside you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To take somebodys place? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When you turn around,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you recognize my face? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You used to love me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You used to hug me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But that wasnt the case,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everything wasnt okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was left to cry there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waitin outside there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grinnin with the lost stare,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thats when I decided&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why should I care? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause you werent there when I was scared,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was so alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You, you need to listen,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im startin to trip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im losing my grip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Im in this thing alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crying out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im crying out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crying out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im crying out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Open your eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Open up wide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why should I care? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause you werent there when I was scared&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was so alone (x2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why should I care?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; If you dont care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I dont care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Were not going anywhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why should I care? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause you werent there when I was scared&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was so alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why should I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; If you dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then I dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're not going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ice5CXw3Ez0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ice5CXw3Ez0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1577115056662420418?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1577115056662420418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1577115056662420418' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1577115056662420418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1577115056662420418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/avril-lavigne-losing-grip.html' title='Avril Lavigne - Losing Grip'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-7833649116236913367</id><published>2008-07-04T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:33:48.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou, vou e vou.</title><content type='html'>Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer 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esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer Vou-te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acho que Segunda-Feira é o último dia que te vou ver, pelo menos até Setembro ou Outubro... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-7833649116236913367?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/7833649116236913367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=7833649116236913367' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7833649116236913367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7833649116236913367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/vou-vou-e-vou.html' title='Vou, vou e vou.'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8429042637499200876</id><published>2008-07-01T23:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:29:18.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Only Think Of U On 2 Occasions. That's Day &amp; Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVVawAe2tFs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVVawAe2tFs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And M.C., U Know We Belong Together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8429042637499200876?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8429042637499200876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8429042637499200876' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8429042637499200876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8429042637499200876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-belong-together.html' title='I Only Think Of U On 2 Occasions. That&apos;s Day &amp; Night'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1806884756036307862</id><published>2008-06-30T20:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:39:25.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto, Aquilo e Acoloutro</title><content type='html'>Já nem nos transportes públicos se pode andar descansada. Que coisa. Há motoristas mesmo desavergonhados. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Som?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm. TALVEZ dê para o 4! I hope so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hmmm... tu não vês mesmo o que está á tua frente ou finges que não vês? Acho que és a pessoa mais tapadinha que conheço. Tá tudo tão OBVIO. Enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1806884756036307862?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1806884756036307862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1806884756036307862' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1806884756036307862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1806884756036307862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/isto-aquilo-e-acoloutro.html' title='Isto, Aquilo e Acoloutro'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4984823472787308606</id><published>2008-06-29T15:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:25:57.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrelinhas</title><content type='html'>Não vês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não escutas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Não lês as entrelinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas devias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introdução Ao Estudo Do Som?&lt;br /&gt;Gosto mesmo mesmo disto. E percebo tantoooooooo. :o&lt;br /&gt;Vou tirar um 20 na frequência! (NOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero estudar :( Odeio aquilo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4984823472787308606?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4984823472787308606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4984823472787308606' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4984823472787308606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4984823472787308606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/entrelinhas.html' title='Entrelinhas'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2146078573241874655</id><published>2008-06-28T23:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:55:34.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acho Que Sim</title><content type='html'>Acho que sim.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sim? Sim, acho que é hora de começar a pensar em esquecer-te.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente não sei porque "perdi" alguns meses da minha vida a gostar de ti. É estúpido. Comecei a gostar de ti, não soubeste. Decidi esquecer-te sem que alguma vez tenhas sabido o que sinto por ti. Do que é que me serviu isto? Volto a frisar... não percebo.&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente não sei o que me passou pela cabeça para começar, e deixar de gostar de ti sem que soubesses nada. Não sei se foi o melhor a ser feito, mas o mais correcto penso que tenha sido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... olha.&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar!&lt;br /&gt;Vai demorar... mas vou conseguir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ly M!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2146078573241874655?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2146078573241874655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2146078573241874655' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2146078573241874655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2146078573241874655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/acho-que-sim.html' title='Acho Que Sim'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6318850507627088720</id><published>2008-06-28T23:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:29:15.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estética Dos Audiovisuais</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ow6kHSktj-g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ow6kHSktj-g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="395" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Video para o trabalho de Estética dos Audiovisuais ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Realizador - Rititi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Voz - Rititi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Edição - Eu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6318850507627088720?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/6318850507627088720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=6318850507627088720' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6318850507627088720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6318850507627088720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/esttica-dos-audiovisuais.html' title='Estética Dos Audiovisuais'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1192973184761069787</id><published>2008-06-24T23:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:08:15.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4 anos, 4 meses e 15 dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;tive 10 minutos no wc a ver se me decidia. se tirava o piercing do sobrolho ou n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Luciano- "oh these ancients skies, i've had these wandering eyes, but u took by suprise when u let me inside of u..inside of u". diz:&lt;br /&gt;e kual foi a solucao? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;tirei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;tive prai 5 minutos a por e a tirar a por e a tirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas n tava a gostar de ver os 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;agr tenho uma cicatriz sexy na sombrancelha komo smp kiz ter ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Luciano- "oh these ancients skies, i've had these wandering eyes, but u took by suprise when u let me inside of u..inside of u". diz:&lt;br /&gt;looool sexy como a minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luciano- "oh these ancients skies, i've had these wandering eyes, but u took by suprise when u let me inside of u..inside of u". diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas tas a gostar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;pah. axo k prefiro assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;so k pah.. tou a axar estranho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;pk ja fazia parte de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Luciano- "oh these ancients skies, i've had these wandering eyes, but u took by suprise when u let me inside of u..inside of u". diz:&lt;br /&gt;tas a estranhar ainda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luciano- "oh these ancients skies, i've had these wandering eyes, but u took by suprise when u let me inside of u..inside of u". diz:&lt;br /&gt;axo k é normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;axas k fiz bem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Luciano- "oh these ancients skies, i've had these wandering eyes, but u took by suprise when u let me inside of u..inside of u". diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu axo k fizest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;tb axo k sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;fui la agr kom a mao e assustei me. n senti o ferrinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Luciano- "oh these ancients skies, i've had these wandering eyes, but u took by suprise when u let me inside of u..inside of u". diz:&lt;br /&gt;vais t habituar a n sentir la o ferrinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Luciano- "oh these ancients skies, i've had these wandering eyes, but u took by suprise when u let me inside of u..inside of u". diz:&lt;br /&gt;4 anos e tal c ele foi mt tempo, é normal k sintas a falta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;sinto me komo se tivesse akabado kom um namorado.. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:: αи∂яєια ::. ₪ тнє тιмє αи∂ ∂αу нαѕ ¢нαиgє∂, ωнєяє тнє ωσмєи ωєαя тнє ραитѕ ωιтнσυт ¢нαиgιиg тнє ℓαѕт иαмє ₪ .:: вѕ ::. diz:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Luciano- "oh these ancients skies, i've had these wandering eyes, but u took by suprise when u let me inside of u..inside of u". diz:&lt;br /&gt;looool n faz mal. arranjast outro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Luciano- "oh these ancients skies, i've had these wandering eyes, but u took by suprise when u let me inside of u..inside of u". diz:&lt;br /&gt;traist o ants d acabar c ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiii, muito bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adeus piercingzinho no sobrolho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi um prazer ter-te durante &lt;strong&gt;4 anos, 4 meses e 15 dias.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215604412055447634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SGGMlE2GaFI/AAAAAAAAAek/z0WQv-sP33s/s320/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Foto do dia em que o fiz.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215604880891384034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SGGNAXZTEOI/AAAAAAAAAes/NY9myrnE0mw/s320/DSC00790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Foto tirada praí uma semana depois de o ter feito... ahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parecia que tinha levado um banano xD)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1192973184761069787?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1192973184761069787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1192973184761069787' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1192973184761069787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1192973184761069787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-anos-4-meses-e-15-dias.html' title='4 anos, 4 meses e 15 dias'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SGGMlE2GaFI/AAAAAAAAAek/z0WQv-sP33s/s72-c/DSC00724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-5576060257168946297</id><published>2008-06-24T21:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:45:18.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SGFcRJlZXzI/AAAAAAAAAec/LXw8iiFcbVo/s1600-h/24062008912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215551293172047666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SGFcRJlZXzI/AAAAAAAAAec/LXw8iiFcbVo/s320/24062008912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não resisti :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiro ou não o outro do sobrolho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-5576060257168946297?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/5576060257168946297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=5576060257168946297' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5576060257168946297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5576060257168946297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/outro.html' title='Outro'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SGFcRJlZXzI/AAAAAAAAAec/LXw8iiFcbVo/s72-c/24062008912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1468132216458521834</id><published>2008-06-23T23:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:04:10.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranóia (NOT)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Persegues-me pah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Será um sinal que tenho que agir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É que não é normal ir a algum lado e só dar músicas que tenham o teu nome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente quando essas músicas não são propriamente recentes... o que não deviam andar a passar (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não, não é paranóia. É a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Antes fosse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequência 1/5 - Teoria da Comunicação&lt;br /&gt;Algum cabulanço à mistura. Não faço a minima ideia que nota irei ter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1468132216458521834?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1468132216458521834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1468132216458521834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1468132216458521834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1468132216458521834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/parania-not.html' title='Paranóia (NOT)'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-1058480028931048595</id><published>2008-06-23T21:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:58:55.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Papão ahahah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SGAMh78BmiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_uMIs_frECQ/s1600-h/papaooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215182145659705890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SGAMh78BmiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_uMIs_frECQ/s320/papaooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Alguma vez mudaram de curso para fugir à matemática ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não, não. Todos que aqui estamos é por gostarmos mesmo do curso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mas a mim aconteceu-me isso foi no secundário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Ai foi?! Então é de ti que nós precisamos. Vamos lá responder a umas perguntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Tá bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Vê a câmara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh meu Deus. Mas é a filmar ?! Ai, já não quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Vá anda lá... vais já ensaiar para o teu futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(suspiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E é isto que eu ganho por não saber estar calada... entrevistas para a SIC. Agora quando acabar o meu curso vou suborna-los com essa entrevista pra me darem emprego ahahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-1058480028931048595?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/1058480028931048595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=1058480028931048595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1058480028931048595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/1058480028931048595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-papo-ahahah.html' title='O Papão ahahah'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SGAMh78BmiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_uMIs_frECQ/s72-c/papaooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4644443887370701403</id><published>2008-06-22T21:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:53:02.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ly*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SF67pPSDqkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/m1Bnkzn7dCA/s1600-h/km.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214811735692913218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SF67pPSDqkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/m1Bnkzn7dCA/s320/km.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Desenhar com o rato ?&lt;br /&gt;Esquece! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4644443887370701403?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4644443887370701403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4644443887370701403' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4644443887370701403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4644443887370701403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/ly.html' title='Ly*'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SF67pPSDqkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/m1Bnkzn7dCA/s72-c/km.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-5177507269117440284</id><published>2008-06-21T23:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:21:22.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fod@-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fod@-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hoje tou naqueles dias que só me apetece mandar-te uma merd@ duma mensagem ou whatever a dizer tudo o que me apetece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fod@-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-5177507269117440284?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/5177507269117440284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=5177507269117440284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5177507269117440284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5177507269117440284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/foda-se.html' title='Fod@-se'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-8835555216068662546</id><published>2008-06-21T21:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:37:09.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SF1mB6xLxUI/AAAAAAAAAds/C7VqWHfL53c/s1600-h/IMG012_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214436126706353474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SF1mB6xLxUI/AAAAAAAAAds/C7VqWHfL53c/s320/IMG012_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que put@ de dia de praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo brutal :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-8835555216068662546?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/8835555216068662546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=8835555216068662546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8835555216068662546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/8835555216068662546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/isso.html' title='É isso'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SF1mB6xLxUI/AAAAAAAAAds/C7VqWHfL53c/s72-c/IMG012_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-5992438648801109550</id><published>2008-06-20T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:34:11.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite de Meninas Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drumline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXWlOjYA95g&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXWlOjYA95g&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="395" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opah, gostei bué :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-5992438648801109550?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/5992438648801109550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=5992438648801109550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/5992438648801109550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ch3hppFG3UQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ch3hppFG3UQ&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="395" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-3518445098963969530?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/3518445098963969530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=3518445098963969530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3518445098963969530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3518445098963969530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/read-my-mind.html' title='Read My Mind'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-4873687236813136618</id><published>2008-06-17T23:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:38:08.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprizeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>F*****************************da-se!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que bela prenda de anos que eu tive hoje!! Não desfazendo as de ontem, que gostei de todas, mas pronto... :x&lt;br /&gt;Não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt; à espera :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tou&lt;/span&gt; feliz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira frase que disse hoje quando acordei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ihh&lt;/span&gt; mãe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tou&lt;/span&gt; bué feliz, hoje já não sinto a pressão de fazer anos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou tão anormal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje... acho que não vou dormir. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tou&lt;/span&gt; demasiado histérica para o conseguir fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tavas&lt;/span&gt; á espera do dia do meus anos n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tavas&lt;/span&gt; ? :P&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Obrigado a todos amigos/conhecidos que ontem me desejaram os Parabéns ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-4873687236813136618?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/4873687236813136618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=4873687236813136618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4873687236813136618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/4873687236813136618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/surprizeeeeeee.html' title='Surprizeeeeeee'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-6369253718119264728</id><published>2008-06-16T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:00:43.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolução.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta coisa de ir ver fotos antigas deixa-me sempre com a lágrima no canto do olho... ;') Mas enfim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei bem a idade que tinha nas fotos mas vou tentar dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212138376007258930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFU8POYYEzI/AAAAAAAAAbM/tXQDIiXEOGY/s320/15062008869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculo que aqui tinha á volta de &lt;strong&gt;6 meses&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Que cara de bolacha :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212138739806460274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFU8kZo3WXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uj6iATzzg9Y/s320/15062008870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 ano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em trajes menores... mas feliz ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212139043114804978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFU82DjNZvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/YBNEXlDz9vY/s320/15062008872.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As minhas melhores amigas na altura, a fraldinha e a chupeta LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212139396288473186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFU9KnOX6GI/AAAAAAAAAbk/eao9gjN_gZI/s320/15062008871.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fazia mais em casa com 3 anos do que faço agora ahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tinha a mania que sabia lavar a loiça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212139650929985810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFU9Zb1pCRI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KgVUF5amLIo/s320/15062008877.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;4 anos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O belo do baptismo... berrei que me fartei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212139978401510434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFU9sfw79CI/AAAAAAAAAb0/rjbaVTQ4Shg/s320/15062008883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 ou 5 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida ao Zoo ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223339207024818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFWJgu9vYLI/AAAAAAAAAdk/R9HQMJu2Yhc/s320/15062008864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A primeira vez que andei a cavalo :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212140299860948162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFU9_NS1tMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lH_F6cB__xM/s320/15062008885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapatos de vernizzzz, argh! Que trauma! Ia-me matando um dia por causa deles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212140571517710466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFU-PBS28II/AAAAAAAAAcE/MS_dBe5_BnU/s320/15062008888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 ou 7 anos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que pose de panasca... Oh meu Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212141229045217314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFU-1SxoeCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/J4f__I3Gths/s320/15062008876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 ou 9 anos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Natal de 1996 se não me engano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cara de bolacha - Parte II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212144743633708002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFVCB3o04-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/9zpElLQlh2M/s320/Britney_em_p%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;13 ou 14 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quando tinha a mania que era rebelde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212144056077823602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFVBZ2SurnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/WoGd8_H2-Uk/s320/15062008884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando comecei a atinar (?) Ou não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212145334970939618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFVCkSim-OI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZgmJCIE3baA/s320/15062008882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 anos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando pesava 20 kilos (LOL) e já era loirinha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212145881054636450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFVDEE3G6aI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CB7cohS_tp4/s320/DSC01554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 anos&lt;/strong&gt; (ou mesmo mesmo quase...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Na idade da "convencidez"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212146116728994818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFVDRy0QPAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SSML8hOroDM/s320/Fotografia+6fdgfdg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;18 anos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Auge da "convencidez" ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212146643475971714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFVDwdGhPoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XP-iFf4E0EM/s320/DSC05274.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;19 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fase da transição ahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quando me fartei de ser loira e quis voltar á cor de origem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212148157118521890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFVFIj3BoiI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bAU9EBx5uSw/s320/261120073412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Morena outra vez ;) Mas não por muito tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212147838136341650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFVE1_jv1JI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Q2x1apLoAb4/s320/lala20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;20 e... quase 21 anos.&lt;br /&gt;E quase-loira outra vez...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;É impressionante como o tempo passa...&lt;br /&gt;Não é?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tou velha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a mim.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; já pesam... ahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-6369253718119264728?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/6369253718119264728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=6369253718119264728' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6369253718119264728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/6369253718119264728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/evoluo.html' title='Evolução.'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFU8POYYEzI/AAAAAAAAAbM/tXQDIiXEOGY/s72-c/15062008869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-7958722034526296370</id><published>2008-06-15T02:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:50:56.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariquices Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFR1MvUMxsI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ct3hiTo3LdU/s1600-h/15062008862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211919530494576322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFR1MvUMxsI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ct3hiTo3LdU/s200/15062008862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas há coisa melhor do que estar deitada na cama, a sentir a brisa a vir da janela e a olhar para a lua ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sou mesmo pindérica ahaha Enfim... vou continuar a ler o meu livrinho, enquanto oiço música e de vez em quando olho para a lua e penso em &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-7958722034526296370?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/7958722034526296370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=7958722034526296370' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7958722034526296370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7958722034526296370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/mariquices-parte-ii.html' title='Mariquices Parte II'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFR1MvUMxsI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ct3hiTo3LdU/s72-c/15062008862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-3281357867293535746</id><published>2008-06-14T21:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:06:03.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anouk - Nobody's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BytyXtiyeDU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BytyXtiyeDU&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="395" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for the times that I made you scream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for the times that I killed your dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for the times that I made your whole world rumble&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for the times that I made you cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for the times that I told you lies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for the times that I watched and let you stumble &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's too bad, but that's me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what goes around comes around, you'll see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that I can carry the burden of pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'cause it ain't the first time that a man goes insane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm suckin' out his love, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'cause I, I'll never be nobody's wife &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for the times that I didn't come home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;left you lyin' in that bed alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;was flyin' high in the sky when you needed my shoulder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you're like a stone hangin' round my neck, see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cut it loose before it breaks my back, see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've gotta say what I feel before I grow older &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry but I ain't gonna change my ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know I've tried but I'm still the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got to do it my own way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's too bad, but hey, that's me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what goes around comes around, you'll see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that I can carry the burden of pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'cause it ain't the first time that a man goes insane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm suckin' out his love, I, I'll never be nobody's wife &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's too bad, but hey, that's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what goes around comes around, you'll see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that I can carry the burden of pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'cause it ain't the first time that a man goes insane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm suckin' out his love, I, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll never be nobody's wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-3281357867293535746?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/3281357867293535746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=3281357867293535746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3281357867293535746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/3281357867293535746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/anouk-nobodys-wife.html' title='Anouk - Nobody&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-7820695935036110001</id><published>2008-06-13T21:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:40:23.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminismo xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFLZ2B2it4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/koaJX5UuFeQ/s1600-h/lala8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211467241054451586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFLZ2B2it4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/koaJX5UuFeQ/s320/lala8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Us girls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we are so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Soft skin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;red lips&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so kissable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hard to resist, so touchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to deny it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-7820695935036110001?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/7820695935036110001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=7820695935036110001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7820695935036110001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/7820695935036110001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/feminismo-xd.html' title='Feminismo xD'/><author><name>bS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SI8osL1k39I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUQakIrZlMo/S220/lala9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsLSEExmzpE/SFLZ2B2it4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/koaJX5UuFeQ/s72-c/lala8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248889390208631318.post-2639715200147776446</id><published>2008-06-12T22:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:48:47.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudo (?) Escaldão</title><content type='html'>Primeiro dia de praia do ano + Protector de Factor 15 = Pessoa algo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quentinha&lt;/span&gt; e que não pode sequer tocar na sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barriguinha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai ai.&lt;br /&gt;Olha, mas valeu a pena, eu disse que iria valer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahahah&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, tocaste-me 4 vezes hoje &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;muahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia que a minha pele de lagosta iria ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;irresistível&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248889390208631318-2639715200147776446?l=goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/feeds/2639715200147776446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3248889390208631318&amp;postID=2639715200147776446' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2639715200147776446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3248889390208631318/posts/default/2639715200147776446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodgirlgonebad7.blogspot.com/2008/06/pseudo-escaldo.html' title='Pseudo (?) 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