<?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-34128398</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:40:40.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't gonna be stopped like it or not</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-try-to-stop-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34128398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-try-to-stop-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01937916516273661216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128398.post-115784241666109792</id><published>2006-09-09T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T04:35:57.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito interessante....</title><content type='html'>¿Porque é bom ser homem?&lt;br /&gt;- O teu apelido mantem-se.&lt;br /&gt;- A garagem e toda tua.&lt;br /&gt;- Nao tens de planear o casamento.&lt;br /&gt;- O chocolate e apenas um aperitivo.&lt;br /&gt;- Nunca te sentes "obrigado/a a falar com um amigo/a para conseguir um trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;- Os mecânicos dizem-te sempre a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;- Nao te importa se ninguém nota o teu novo corte de cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;- A cera quente nunca se aproxima da tua zona pubica.&lt;br /&gt;- O mesmo trabalho... mais dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;- O vestido de casamento 5000 euros;&lt;br /&gt;- Ninguém olha para o teu peito enquanto falas.&lt;br /&gt;- Um humor, tooodo o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;- As chamadas telefonicas duram 30 segundos.&lt;br /&gt;- Para uma semana de férias so precisas de uma mala.&lt;br /&gt;- A tua roupa interior custou no maximo 6 euros&lt;br /&gt;- Três pares de sapatos são suficientes&lt;br /&gt;- Não te preocupas com as rugas na cara.&lt;br /&gt;- O mesmo estilo por anos ou décadas.&lt;br /&gt;- Podes brincar com bonecos a vida toda.&lt;br /&gt;- Podes usar calções sem te importares com o estado das tuas pernas.&lt;br /&gt;- Podes limar as unhas com a tua navalha.&lt;br /&gt;- Podes escolher se queres bigode ou não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34128398-115784241666109792?l=dont-try-to-stop-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-try-to-stop-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115784241666109792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34128398&amp;postID=115784241666109792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34128398/posts/default/115784241666109792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34128398/posts/default/115784241666109792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-try-to-stop-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/muito-interessante.html' title='Muito interessante....'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01937916516273661216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128398.post-115783832180233152</id><published>2006-09-09T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T14:45:21.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>Resolvi postar aqui esta letra simplesmente porque adoro esta musica!!! Podem ouvi-la no meu radio blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were, but I walked away&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know today&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;I would hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I would take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you've done&lt;br /&gt;Forgive all your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you&lt;br /&gt;But I know you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to this, oooh&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me understand?&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking down upon me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who I am?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To have just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see you looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself, ohh&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been awayOoh, it's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line&lt;br /&gt;To try and turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34128398-115783832180233152?l=dont-try-to-stop-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-try-to-stop-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115783832180233152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34128398&amp;postID=115783832180233152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34128398/posts/default/115783832180233152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34128398/posts/default/115783832180233152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-try-to-stop-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01937916516273661216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
