<?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-7146315074499880775</id><updated>2011-10-31T18:38:17.595-07:00</updated><category term='devaneios'/><category term='simelesdãomedo'/><title type='text'>Devaneios...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-882163847704783994</id><published>2011-10-28T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:57:23.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My beauty number 2</title><content type='html'>I was watching the video of this song on youtube, and people were discussing on the comments about what was this song about. I think it's about not having what you want, and going to the second choice so you don't stay alone and behind. But.. that's meLadytron-Beauty*2I sent you out to play last nightthe alarms went off at 3funny how im not laughing nowlonelyness a guarenteeI sent you out to play last nightthe alarms went off at 3funny how im not laughing nowhe's not coming home to meSent you out to play last nightthe alarms went off at 3funny how im not laughing nowhes not coming home to metry to get out on a to move out of loveif only there was no consequencewatch it all turn to dusthey can i go with youmy beauty number2hey can i go withwhen the rendez vous overits over[repeat]hey can i go with when the rendez vous overits overits not overno its not over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-882163847704783994?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/882163847704783994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=882163847704783994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/882163847704783994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/882163847704783994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-beauty-number-2.html' title='My beauty number 2'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-5719161838199297015</id><published>2011-10-13T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T15:17:15.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai ai...</title><content type='html'>Maldito seja você. Deixei uma frestinha minúscula aberta, numa janelinha pequena do lugar aonde tudo que eu sinto fica, e você entrou. Entrou, achou um lugar estratégico aonde a brisa da compreensão mais passa e por isso não consigo sequer me irritar de verdade com você.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta da tua presença, mesmo que seja daquela distancia desconfortável que a gente era obrigado a manter pra não virar o mundo de cabeça pra baixo antes da hora. &lt;br /&gt;Tudo aconteceu na pior hora. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-5719161838199297015?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/5719161838199297015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=5719161838199297015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/5719161838199297015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/5719161838199297015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2011/10/ai-ai.html' title='Ai ai...'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-6586817849153472153</id><published>2011-09-11T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:23:16.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I would never imagine I would be thinking of you again, and I know it's probably wrong...&lt;br /&gt;I know we would probably never do well side by side,&amp;nbsp;although&amp;nbsp;what you say shows something else. So what I see. So what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Every time&amp;nbsp;I think about all this things I just hate the way you came into my life, slowly charming, saying what you knew would impress, but never trying too hard to make it look too much like a game&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how you fucked up my mind by doing&amp;nbsp;exactly the&amp;nbsp;opposite&amp;nbsp;of what I though you would&lt;br /&gt;"I hate you"&lt;br /&gt;But you know I don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-6586817849153472153?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/6586817849153472153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=6586817849153472153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6586817849153472153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6586817849153472153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2011/09/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-3533509347945408561</id><published>2011-07-16T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:25:51.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saudades.</title><content type='html'>Saudades é de fato um dos sentimentos mais bizarros do universo pra mim. Ele junta o fato de se acostumar com a pessoa por perto, aquela velha historia de uma possessão, nem que seja de leve, e a saudades em si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lidar com saudades pode ser uma coisa bizarra, pra mim ela vem e volta, vem forte em especial quando eu lembro de situações, quando passo por lugares ou simplesmente quando eu me perco nos meus próprios pensamentos, mas pra mim também é algo que grande parte das vezes eu sobrevivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivo porque na maior parte das vezes quando a saudades se torna algo próximo do insuportável existem grandes chances de, se houver reaproximação do alvo, as coisas serem tao diferentes que so trarão sentimentos piores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas né, falhei na minha propria regra mais uma vez, as coisas aparentemente eram do jeito que eu queria, na minha mente que pensava com saudades. Esqueci do meu lado racional, que sabia do que eu &lt;b&gt;precisava&lt;/b&gt;, DE NOVO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah... vão rolar corações partidos mais uma vez... &lt;br /&gt;Que bom que não se morre disso... espero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-3533509347945408561?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/3533509347945408561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=3533509347945408561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3533509347945408561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3533509347945408561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2011/07/saudades.html' title='saudades.'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-1836910362629770111</id><published>2011-07-15T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:22:49.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again</title><content type='html'>Your hands pressed up tightly against me, &lt;br /&gt;pulling me to where I know I should not want so badly to go&lt;br /&gt;You tease me with a stare, singing to the devil inside me, &lt;br /&gt;who gives everything you need to know with a bad girl smile&lt;br /&gt;We both know this is more dangerous than it seems, &lt;br /&gt;but it only leaves a bigger trail of want each time we pretend to be nice&lt;br /&gt;Not in love, but so insanely in desire, &lt;br /&gt;doing everything out of the lines, &lt;br /&gt;listening to all of the wrong sides of my head &lt;br /&gt;trying to take your bites out of there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;representing everything that was looked for&lt;br /&gt;against the one there was hope to get&lt;br /&gt;breaking hearts and causing serious trouble&lt;br /&gt;that s what i'm made of, that's what im sadly here for&lt;br /&gt;never accepting whats known and trusty&lt;br /&gt;always wanting the dangerous and blurry&lt;br /&gt;always running from what s safe&lt;br /&gt;never afraid of what ill break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-1836910362629770111?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/1836910362629770111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=1836910362629770111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/1836910362629770111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/1836910362629770111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-6147826129046703774</id><published>2008-12-11T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:42.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>atworksp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEHasdJUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/krbGvRhg1c4/s1600-h/DSC00228+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEHasdJUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/krbGvRhg1c4/s320/DSC00228+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278575132470486338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEBMcGySI/AAAAAAAAAKY/T9sGbUMqmaY/s1600-h/DSC00227+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEBMcGySI/AAAAAAAAAKY/T9sGbUMqmaY/s320/DSC00227+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278575025564600610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEAzBB4XI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dKyDcHjjTAA/s1600-h/DSC00225+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEAzBB4XI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dKyDcHjjTAA/s320/DSC00225+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278575018740146546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEAmIBLKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0xa1YmCkcs0/s1600-h/DSC00224+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEAmIBLKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0xa1YmCkcs0/s320/DSC00224+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278575015279799458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEAtw0YFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yZgxqiAT2J0/s1600-h/DSC00222+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEAtw0YFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yZgxqiAT2J0/s320/DSC00222+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278575017329975378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFD_6lrk7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RfTVRE7LrHg/s1600-h/DSC00221+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFD_6lrk7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RfTVRE7LrHg/s320/DSC00221+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278575003593053106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-6147826129046703774?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/6147826129046703774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=6147826129046703774' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6147826129046703774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6147826129046703774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/12/atworksp.html' title='atworksp'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SUFEHasdJUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/krbGvRhg1c4/s72-c/DSC00228+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-6005044154804331827</id><published>2008-12-03T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:44:11.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>Tá certo que a minha mente é bizarra mas... Quando vi o BP de bigode me lembrou um certo personagem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,16037314-GDH,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 218px;" src="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,16037314-GDH,00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma idéia do que diabos eu to falando?&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.getreligion.org/wp-content/photos/Ned_Flanders2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.getreligion.org/wp-content/photos/Ned_Flanders2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, eu sei que o problema sou eu,é a segunda pessoa hoje que eu achei que lembrava um simpsom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-6005044154804331827?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/6005044154804331827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=6005044154804331827' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6005044154804331827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6005044154804331827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/12/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-4667204952358141599</id><published>2008-11-13T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:28:52.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gutter Demons- Out of sight</title><content type='html'>We're getting closer, I still can feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;In the ashes of my memory&lt;br /&gt;A cold silence (yeah) too early to tell&lt;br /&gt;But I have lost already.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the room, I'm waiting, standing still&lt;br /&gt;There's sparks of lights into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the wwarm kiss of death, why am I feeling hypnotized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is one more chance&lt;br /&gt;You pull the strings, I'm rolling the dice&lt;br /&gt;Your pain and tears will bring me back to life&lt;br /&gt;Down in Hell and Out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, I can see through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Most of the shadows have disappear&lt;br /&gt;You're moving slow (yeah) I'm hiding in vain&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling under the ground&lt;br /&gt;Lost I am, Trapped in your arms&lt;br /&gt;You stabbed me, leaving me insane&lt;br /&gt;My mind is stuck in a daze&lt;br /&gt;Dying in the oblivion of your charms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost I'm leaving an empty space&lt;br /&gt;You're standing near in Grace&lt;br /&gt;Your bloody red lips (yeah) touching my skin&lt;br /&gt;In the flames I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Your look like a Child under your spider disguise&lt;br /&gt;Even the ray of light can't go through you web&lt;br /&gt;My mind is stuck in a daze, thirsty I'm begging for more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musica bonita que desde que eu conheci nunca mais parei de ouvir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-4667204952358141599?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/4667204952358141599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=4667204952358141599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/4667204952358141599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/4667204952358141599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/11/gutter-demons-out-of-sight.html' title='Gutter Demons- Out of sight'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-4323126433345104771</id><published>2008-10-07T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:23:09.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh, cof cof... *tirando a poeira que acumulou aqui no blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bom, eu andei sumida de todos os lugares da internet resolvendo questões pessoais (agora perfeitamente resolvidas se interessar aos curiosos ahahaha) mas estou de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem quando você toma decisões que não fazem sentido algum, nem emocionalmente, nem racionalmente, que parecem completamente erradas mas mesmo assim tem algo no fundo da tua mente que diz que é a coisa certa?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, atualmente eu diria vão em frente, porque as vezes é nessas coisas que a tua vida toda toma um sentido inesperado, completamente diferente de tudo mas que vale MUITO a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SOv7fmBSlxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LSForoRO_Qc/s1600-h/DSC01746+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SOv7fmBSlxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LSForoRO_Qc/s200/DSC01746+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254569910458291986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, voltando a program... (perai, esse blog não segue regra alguma, então não tem como voltar a programação normal) ...digo, mudando de assunto, deixo com vocês pérolas do novo lolsite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/the-flintstones-fighting-high-gas-prices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/the-flintstones-fighting-high-gas-prices.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/yoda-pimping-easy-it-is-not.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/yoda-pimping-easy-it-is-not.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/harrison-ford-etal-star-wars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/harrison-ford-etal-star-wars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/hugh-laurie-wanna-see-me-make-this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/hugh-laurie-wanna-see-me-make-this.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://roflrazzi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROFLRAZZI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; divirtam-se! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alexross.com/FF8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.alexross.com/FF8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje é só pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-4323126433345104771?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/4323126433345104771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=4323126433345104771' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/4323126433345104771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/4323126433345104771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/10/argh-cof-cof.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SOv7fmBSlxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LSForoRO_Qc/s72-c/DSC01746+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-3951930579856117602</id><published>2008-09-07T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:55:43.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pff</title><content type='html'>Bah. É nessas horas que se pá eu acredito em destino, ou pelo menos em premonição aiuhaiuhuiahiuah&lt;br /&gt;O post de ontem tem tanto haver com o que aconteceu agora pouco que eu tenho medo de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-3951930579856117602?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/3951930579856117602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=3951930579856117602' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3951930579856117602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3951930579856117602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/09/pff.html' title='pff'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-8817287633182995883</id><published>2008-09-06T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:56:25.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow.</title><content type='html'>Sabe, eu nunca fui aquela pessoa que acredita em destino, que acredita que algo sobrenatural rege nossa vida, sempre fui muito cética, afinal, quem não fica perturbado ao pensar que não somos nós mesmos que cuidamos de tudo que nos acontece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia eu realmente queria conseguir acreditar em destino, pensar que tudo que acontece é totalmente nossa responsabilidade é algo extremamente dificil, quando a culpa é toda nossa as coisas mudam muito de figura; "eu poderia ter evitado isso", "talvez se eu tivesse feito aquilo não teria que passar por essa situação" e por aí vai... O peso na consciencia não é nada leve quando paramos pra pensar nisso, não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, as coisas tomam rumos que eu me peguei pensando "putz, que coincidencia bizarra" coincidencia o caralho, certeza que tudo aconteceu porque até mesmo inconscientemente eu levei a isso, eu posso ser devagar, mas uma hora eu percebo pff ahhahaha e hipocrita jamé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, ser tão cético pode ser algo tão irritante, adoraria ter a inocencia necessária pra olhar pro que acontece na minha vida e suspirar apaixonadamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SMIzb0XudgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NbzlzxNUkDQ/s1600-h/DSC01455+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SMIzb0XudgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NbzlzxNUkDQ/s200/DSC01455+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242809469220320770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe as velhas loucas de historinha que tem milhões de gatos? Então, certeza que elas começaram assim, já que enquanto eu escrevo esse post tendo certeza que vou acabar a vida solteira, meu kitkat tá aqui ronronandinho no meu colo, me dando tapa na cara pra eu fazer carinho hiuaiuhauhaiuhiuaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SMI3BFkCQPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DlKzFK05k2U/s1600-h/DSC01526+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SMI3BFkCQPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DlKzFK05k2U/s200/DSC01526+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242813408025395442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SMI3BQADnQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rJgj0m_aZ7o/s1600-h/DSC01523+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SMI3BQADnQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rJgj0m_aZ7o/s200/DSC01523+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242813410827279618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Take this&lt;br /&gt;And run far away&lt;br /&gt;Far as you can see&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Tainted&lt;br /&gt;And happiness and peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Were never meant for me&lt;br /&gt;All these&lt;br /&gt;Pieces&lt;br /&gt;And promises and left behinds&lt;br /&gt;If only I could see&lt;br /&gt;In my&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;You meant everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-8817287633182995883?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/8817287633182995883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=8817287633182995883' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8817287633182995883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8817287633182995883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/09/sabe-eu-nunca-fui-aquela-pessoa-que.html' title='Meow.'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SMIzb0XudgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NbzlzxNUkDQ/s72-c/DSC01455+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-2688064342026098790</id><published>2008-09-03T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:46:11.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hum....</title><content type='html'>Tem sempre algo que a gente não consegue explicar não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;No momento tem várias coisas assim... Mas nada me deixa muito aflita, o que eu digo? hhehehehe let's dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance put on your red shoes and dance the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance to the song&lt;br /&gt;they're playin' on the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's sway&lt;br /&gt;while color lights up your face&lt;br /&gt;Let's sway&lt;br /&gt;sway through the crowd to an empty space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say run, I'll run with you&lt;br /&gt;If you say hide, we'll hide&lt;br /&gt;Because my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Would break my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;If you should fall&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms&lt;br /&gt;And tremble like a flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance for fear&lt;br /&gt;your grace should fall&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance for fear tonight is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's sway you could look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let's sway under the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;this serious moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say run, I'll run with you&lt;br /&gt;If you say hide, we'll hide&lt;br /&gt;Because my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Would break my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;If you should fall&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms&lt;br /&gt;And tremble like a flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance put on your red shoes&lt;br /&gt;and dance the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance to the song&lt;br /&gt;they're playin' on the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's sway you could look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let's sway under the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;this serious moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SL9Z4rFQvQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/g9p_5GCeDSg/s1600-h/DSC01288+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SL9Z4rFQvQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/g9p_5GCeDSg/s200/DSC01288+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242007321454886146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-2688064342026098790?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/2688064342026098790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=2688064342026098790' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/2688064342026098790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/2688064342026098790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/09/hum.html' title='hum....'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SL9Z4rFQvQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/g9p_5GCeDSg/s72-c/DSC01288+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-3419238848627088400</id><published>2008-08-26T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:18:16.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keanu Reeves</title><content type='html'>Peguei no final do South Park uma menção a ele, fiz nham e vim postar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.lycos.nl/Reinreeves/KeanuReeves2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://members.lycos.nl/Reinreeves/KeanuReeves2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eu não vou postar nada sobre o joker do novo batman. eu não vou postar nada sobre o joker do novo batman. eu não vou postar nada sobre o joker do novo batman. eu não vou postar nada sobre o joker do novo batman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-3419238848627088400?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/3419238848627088400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=3419238848627088400' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3419238848627088400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3419238848627088400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/08/keanu-reeves.html' title='Keanu Reeves'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-5215762047854215587</id><published>2008-08-18T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:16:34.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*suspiro*</title><content type='html'>Quando eu era mais nova ficava sonhando como eu ia ser como crescer, ao contrário das meninas que queriam ficar cercadas de animais, casar na igreja com homens ricos ou ter uma carreira como modelo eu queria ser empresária, sonhava com o dia que eu estaria andando de tailler e salto alto, coque preso com um lápis e óculos, correndo com uma bolsa de laptop na mão. O mais engraçado é que eu nunca foquei em nenhuma profissão mesmo, só tinha essa imagem na cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é mais ou menos o que eu imaginava que ia parecer quando era só uma criança não tão inocente ahaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3117656"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkVOOFpZcnR0M1JHdlh4dldCZ1R2UlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Successss" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se pá eu vou ficar daqui uns 3 anos, sendo mais realista possivel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3118045"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkpoUHpETVZ0M1JHYVQ0UUdGRElvdFEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Tomorrow me?" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu hoje, melissa, cabelo enrolado (no caso com bobs mesmo), oculos do walmart que é igual a esse gucci (hahahaha), terninho mofado que eu enchi de oncinha, sobreposição sem frase divertida e tal ahahha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3118075"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkxrOG1VOFp0M1JHSmdnZjlCNzVOYXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Me today" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje com 19 anos, nova pacarai pra achar que já cheguei em algum lugar, eu sinto que apesar disso eu tenho um lifestyle bem similar ao que eu tinha imaginado, de um jeito bem diferente é claro, mas que dá pra ter comparações ahahahha&lt;br /&gt;No lugar do lápis prendendo o coque veio os pincéis de maquiagem (porque sendo cabeleireira você nunca vai achar algo pra prender o cabelo quando precisa ahahha), no lugar do tailler veio a calça jeans com salto de dança e cinto de caveira, no lugar da bolsa de laptop vem as minhas malas cheias de tranqueiras e o meu celular, aaaah o celular, esse bendito que não sai do meu lado, que tem contato de deus e o mundo, que tá velho e feio, mas que é a minha agenda, sem ele só com muito google calendar pra funcionar essa cabeça ahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na real o que mais me impressiona é a sensação de "uffa" no final de um dia de trabalho, sentar pra ler uma vogue ouvindo a rádio cultura (no celular, só pra constar ahahha), com bobes de espuma no cabelo, um gato de cada lado ronronando na cama, eu posso respirar fundo e ficar feliz e muito com o que eu tenho, ainda mais nessa idade, e posso afirmar que eu não duvido nada que eu chegue aos 30 de tailler e quem sabe um louboutin no pé. Solteira, é claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não ganho sempre bem, não eu não trabalho horrores, mas sim eu AMO o que eu faço, e esse post tá tão cheio de segurança que vai precisar de benção, aiuaiuhuiaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogtorcedorpalmeiras.globolog.com.br/patua%20verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogtorcedorpalmeiras.globolog.com.br/patua%20verde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-5215762047854215587?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/5215762047854215587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=5215762047854215587' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/5215762047854215587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/5215762047854215587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/08/suspiro.html' title='*suspiro*'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-5996744289587758973</id><published>2008-08-05T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:45:25.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil-sil-sil!</title><content type='html'>Ok, acabo de me lembrar como a saúde do nosso país está cada vez pior:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SJi7kmWlIjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Uv1bZcT6yqI/s1600-h/MEDO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SJi7kmWlIjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Uv1bZcT6yqI/s320/MEDO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231137204635771442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher com elefantíase nos glúteos ter virado sex symbol sem ninguém nem pensar em levar a bicha pro hospital, tem prova maior que esse país tá mal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BTW, imagem roubada com amor do &lt;a href="http://shoe-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shoe Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-5996744289587758973?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/5996744289587758973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=5996744289587758973' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/5996744289587758973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/5996744289587758973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/08/brasil-sil-sil.html' title='Brasil-sil-sil!'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SJi7kmWlIjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Uv1bZcT6yqI/s72-c/MEDO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-6481213382710551061</id><published>2008-07-23T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:54:03.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes e depois capilar</title><content type='html'>Cortei ontem o cabelo da &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?origin=is&amp;uid=6071043201782356250"&gt;Debby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/DSC00226Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/DSC00226Medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/DSC00227Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/DSC00227Medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/DSC00236Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/DSC00236Medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/DSC00238Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/DSC00238Medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/DSC00240Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/DSC00240Medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos pra você gracinha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-6481213382710551061?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/6481213382710551061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=6481213382710551061' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6481213382710551061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6481213382710551061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/07/antes-e-depois-capilar.html' title='Antes e depois capilar'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/antes%20e%20depois/th_DSC00226Medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-6319457967120505603</id><published>2008-07-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:48:11.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabatz-Leap the frog (torment cover)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KeIJtgRKESo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KeIJtgRKESo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah eu amo essa musica, nas duas versões, e sorte pra essas meninas que na minha opinião fizeram psychobilly do jeito certo de verdade (6)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-6319457967120505603?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/6319457967120505603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=6319457967120505603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6319457967120505603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6319457967120505603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/07/diabatz-leap-frog-torment-cover.html' title='Diabatz-Leap the frog (torment cover)'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-4495422337065477428</id><published>2008-07-21T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:06:27.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinua Real em: "a revolta da comida saudável"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUkbEEQV_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CTBD-0WxTl4/s1600-h/DSC00135+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUkbEEQV_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CTBD-0WxTl4/s320/DSC00135+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225622989999986674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link no receitáculo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.receitaculo.com/receita/2368/"&gt;http://www.receitaculo.com/receita/2368/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-4495422337065477428?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/4495422337065477428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=4495422337065477428' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/4495422337065477428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/4495422337065477428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/07/quinua-real-em-revolta-da-comida.html' title='Quinua Real em: &quot;a revolta da comida saudável&quot;'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUkbEEQV_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CTBD-0WxTl4/s72-c/DSC00135+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-2821671719994795481</id><published>2008-07-21T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:19:02.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera nova!</title><content type='html'>Uhuuu comprei uma camera nova, não é nada muito chique, mas tava precisando de uma que ficasse mais que 10 minutos ligada ahahhahaha viva o stand center e o contrabando que foram responsáveis pela minha nova amiga aqui ahahha&lt;br /&gt;A bendita é uma sony DSC-S750 aprovadinha até agora (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vão as primeiras fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYFyf7yKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AZ07mOJfn6A/s1600-h/DSC00011+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYFyf7yKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AZ07mOJfn6A/s320/DSC00011+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225609430367455394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYHZs0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/AdlKE6sSi28/s1600-h/DSC00016+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYHZs0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/AdlKE6sSi28/s320/DSC00016+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225609458070340530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYHR0gL8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/udGGijTZRPg/s1600-h/DSC00023+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYHR0gL8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/udGGijTZRPg/s320/DSC00023+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225609455955095490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYHWCOG6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/c1S33qOHezI/s1600-h/DSC00025+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYHWCOG6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/c1S33qOHezI/s320/DSC00025+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225609457086372770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYHuNbK2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2HGgKtlYRes/s1600-h/DSC00032+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYHuNbK2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2HGgKtlYRes/s320/DSC00032+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225609463575817058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUY54mmZsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NRgUKRLOOrc/s1600-h/DSC00120+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUY54mmZsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NRgUKRLOOrc/s320/DSC00120+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225610325359224514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUY566zCOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NLCqjugStOs/s1600-h/DSC00121+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUY566zCOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NLCqjugStOs/s320/DSC00121+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225610325980809442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUY6DBcyYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zyf7Y8J1HR0/s1600-h/DSC00127+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUY6DBcyYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zyf7Y8J1HR0/s320/DSC00127+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225610328156195202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUY6JunACI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9b6MgqMG2GU/s1600-h/DSC00128+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUY6JunACI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9b6MgqMG2GU/s320/DSC00128+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225610329956220962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que se eu desse uma mudada na cor no photoshop ia ficar melhor, mas eu nunca faço isso, preguiça man ahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-2821671719994795481?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/2821671719994795481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=2821671719994795481' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/2821671719994795481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/2821671719994795481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/07/camera-nova.html' title='Camera nova!'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SIUYFyf7yKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AZ07mOJfn6A/s72-c/DSC00011+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-8182775489453190802</id><published>2008-07-15T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:31:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming Jay Hawkins</title><content type='html'>i'm tired &lt;br /&gt;i'm so weak&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;i've heard so much until it's hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;i cant trust in love&lt;br /&gt;because it won't stand a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tireed&lt;br /&gt;i'm so weaaaak&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lonelyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lonelyyyy, kinda all by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Siapac1HTpo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Siapac1HTpo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escutem, esse é O cara, e antes de mais nada, não venham com "mimimiii, quem te fudeu?", eu era gotica, eu curto musica de fossa iuahuahuhaiua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-8182775489453190802?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/8182775489453190802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=8182775489453190802' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8182775489453190802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8182775489453190802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-tired-im-so-weak-and-im-lonely-ive.html' title='Screaming Jay Hawkins'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-8651100171181851112</id><published>2008-07-14T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:03:43.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Claudinha ... diz:&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas se embaralham quando veem uma mulher que realmente gosta de ser admirada ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não? Sorte a minha que eu não to do lado de quem se embaralha, nem a Claudinha heheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-8651100171181851112?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/8651100171181851112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=8651100171181851112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8651100171181851112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8651100171181851112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/07/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-680957842136536311</id><published>2008-07-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:01:32.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget me not...</title><content type='html'>Comecei mais uma tattoo ontem, ela tá linda demaaaaais, e foi inspirada nesse desenho de uma das minha artistas favoritas, Angelique Houtkamp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/tattoos/forgetmenot-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/tattoos/forgetmenot-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é o que ela significa que mais me fez gostar dela, traduzindo da maneira mais brasil que eu, Gonta e Rach achamos, um simples "esquece deu não, fafavô" HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, a idéia toda surge em volta da idéia de fazermos diferença na vida alheia, de que eu não gosto de entrar na vida de ninguém se não for pra fazer diferença e pra ser lembrada por tempos e não importa o classico "por mal ou por bem", desde que seja assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, até alguém entrar na minha vida de verdade ela tem que ter se provado algo a mais, então não quero que ninguém faça diferenças absurdas pra mim e eu não passe de fulano pra essa pessoa, não quero que se algum dia eu tenha que lutar por uma amizade que eu tenha que lutar sozinha, porque se for assim, qual o sentido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, fiquem com uma prévia beeeeeeem meia boca da dita tatuagem, que só tá traçada ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SHONPeJX4kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MMtcyx-CHoQ/s1600-h/Imag.047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SHONPeJX4kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MMtcyx-CHoQ/s320/Imag.047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220671689982468674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Sem contar toda a história dessa coisa old school de ser deixada enquanto o marinheiro/marido foi para o mar :~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA: Suuuuuper bepantol coadjuvando tão bem quanto o pessoal da favela que aparece subliminarmente no clipe do Michael Jackson com o Olodum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2rW76RRtzOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2rW76RRtzOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7146315074499880775-680957842136536311?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/680957842136536311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=680957842136536311' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/680957842136536311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/680957842136536311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/07/forget-me-not.html' title='Forget me not...'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c189/supervixen456/tattoos/th_forgetmenot-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-9188652617815389309</id><published>2008-07-01T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:36:36.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><title type='text'>Santa Academia</title><content type='html'>Quem nunca desistiu de se matricular em uma academia que atire a primeira pedra, agora estar decidida a fazer, gostar de se exercitar, mas entrar em panico e desistir de fazer a matricula TRES VEZES não pode ser normal. Ok, eu minto, sei que isso acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, só o fato de ser muita gente aglomerada em uma sala grande fazendo mil e uma coisas diferentes já me deixa atordoada, agora musica, suor, roupas justas, me deixam apavorada! &lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos lá, quem sabe amanhã eu consigo, blergh ahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem com tirinhas infames sobre exercicios hahahaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yachigusaryu.com/blog/pics/gym_cartoon_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.yachigusaryu.com/blog/pics/gym_cartoon_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yachigusaryu.com/blog/pics/gym_cartoon_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.yachigusaryu.com/blog/pics/gym_cartoon_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-9188652617815389309?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/9188652617815389309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=9188652617815389309' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/9188652617815389309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/9188652617815389309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/07/santa-academia.html' title='Santa Academia'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-768717707575821946</id><published>2008-06-29T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:55:30.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversariantes queridos!</title><content type='html'>Esse povo adora fazer aniversário junto e fuder com o meu bolso, então vamo lá dar o parabéns pra negaiada toda junta e punir a "faszessção" de aniversário em massa com fotos péeeessimas hahahaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, a Mari não sai péssima nunca, e eu tenho poucas fotos dela, então vai uma inédita da minha japa do coração trabalhando! Parabéns coisa fofa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SGhzOS49A8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/opG9XhlEMqM/s1600-h/Imag.002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SGhzOS49A8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/opG9XhlEMqM/s320/Imag.002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217546857734800322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha nega do coração provando que na real ela é branca! HAHAHAHAHHA Parabéns logo mais fiiiia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SGhzOuAG19I/AAAAAAAAAEk/oT3EG5YLaBM/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SGhzOuAG19I/AAAAAAAAAEk/oT3EG5YLaBM/s320/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217546865012561874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matar alguns coelhos com uma cajadada só com essa, inclusive eu por ter colocado a foto, mas parabéns pra Bibys que fez aniversário essa sexta, e melhoras, e o Shoker faz logo mais também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SGhymJP_KxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FkH3QSDXQUY/s1600-h/DSC0491556465645656564(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SGhymJP_KxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FkH3QSDXQUY/s320/DSC0491556465645656564(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217546167952288530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA Beavis que é mais meu amigo que todos imaginam e a mais tempo que todos imaginam também, parabéns! HAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SGhymZxg2oI/AAAAAAAAAEM/67PBYPQyb2I/s1600-h/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SGhymZxg2oI/AAAAAAAAAEM/67PBYPQyb2I/s320/Image093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217546172387875458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um comentário, agradecimentos os meus arquivos recebidos do msn pelo patrocinio fornecendo tantas fotos PÉSSIMAS HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;To vendo que logo mais esse post vai pro limbo auhaiuhaiuhaiuiuah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-768717707575821946?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/768717707575821946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=768717707575821946' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/768717707575821946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/768717707575821946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/aniversariantes-queridos.html' title='Aniversariantes queridos!'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SGhzOS49A8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/opG9XhlEMqM/s72-c/Imag.002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-3538371822033839384</id><published>2008-06-29T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:31:50.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><title type='text'>Ai ai...</title><content type='html'>Bom começo de semana mais gripada que sei lá o que, minha compania nesse exato momento são os 98474849857 mil bordados que eu comecei a fazer, chimarrão, chocolate quente, e 1001 lencinhos de papel, se a semana não for melhor que isso eu vou ter uma pneumonia, sem brincadeira hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bão, boa parte das minhas filosofadas internéticas começam no santo orkut, e &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=7694285&amp;tid=5217000820587113934"&gt;esse tópico&lt;/a&gt; me fez ter certeza que o que eu escrevi ainda vai me servir de conselho um dia ahahhaha porque é simples, a gente pode falar, mas quando é com a gente, é bem mais dificil se achar, e é tão mais fácil se achar projetando seus problemas nos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas muitas muuuuuitas noites já passei com alguém chorando no meu colo, e eu falando coisas que eu teria dado a vida pra escutar de outra pessoa em alguma situação no passado, mas infelizmente não funciona assim&lt;br /&gt;Só não se permitam se tornar pessoas frias por causa disso, eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sei&lt;/span&gt; que eu evito muitas coisas por saber que aquilo pode e vai me machucar algum dia.&lt;br /&gt; Quando você vê todas as pessoas proximas de você te falando o quanto você é fria, arisca, antisocial e coisas do tipo, você vai parar e pensar "nossa, o que eu to fazendo de errado? Todas as vezes que essas pessoas precisaram eu sempre fui aquele ombro que elas sabiam que ia estar ali e mesmo assim to sendo chamada de fria??" é aí que você para e vê, na real, elas só tão retribuindo e não te querem do lado delas porque você é uma boa conselheira, uma mãezona, porque se sentem seguras, mas porque gostam de você e te querem bem e por perto, agora me diz, tem algo mais gostoso que isso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-3538371822033839384?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/3538371822033839384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=3538371822033839384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3538371822033839384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3538371822033839384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/ai-ai.html' title='Ai ai...'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-8096991677813440707</id><published>2008-06-26T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:57:59.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahhahahah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://punditkitchen.com/2008/06/25/political-pictures-george-bush-bill-clinton-women/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1351882" src="http://punditkitchen.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/political-pictures-george-bush-bill-clinton-women.jpg" alt="Obama Pictures and McCain Pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see &lt;a href="http://punditkitchen.com/tag/obama/"&gt;Obama pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geeeeeeeeenial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-8096991677813440707?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/8096991677813440707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=8096991677813440707' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8096991677813440707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8096991677813440707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahhahahah.html' title='Hahhahahah'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-7210606476326059429</id><published>2008-06-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:31:38.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra descontrair</title><content type='html'>Gangsta rap made me do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HzeZhCt5PVA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HzeZhCt5PVA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-7210606476326059429?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/7210606476326059429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=7210606476326059429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/7210606476326059429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/7210606476326059429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/pra-descontrair.html' title='Pra descontrair'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-8305073380409669376</id><published>2008-06-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:47:28.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meia Amazonia NÃO</title><content type='html'>Estão querendo aprovar um projeto que &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vai permitir que 50% da Amazonia e florestas brasileiras em geral seja derrubado e vendido pra propriedades privadas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é absurdo, ridiculo, bizarro e meldelsaondeomundovaiparar? Se você também acha, faça sua parte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meiaamazonianao.org.br/"&gt;http://meiaamazonianao.org.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-8305073380409669376?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/8305073380409669376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=8305073380409669376' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8305073380409669376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8305073380409669376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/meia-amazonia-no.html' title='Meia Amazonia NÃO'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-5809597746326643425</id><published>2008-06-18T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:05:14.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biografia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bom, vamos começar do começo, Camila Maraschin Irala nasceu no dia 6 de dezembro de 1988 no centro de São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, apesar de ter morado em SBC por alguns anos, minha vida sempre continuou acontecendo em São Paulo. Uma das perguntas foi sobre como eu comecei a adentrar o mundo do underground e afins, então vamos lá. Quando eu tinha 12 anos eu e a minha irmã saiamos de carro de vez em quando, davamos voltas pela Rua Augusta mas praticamente nunca entramos em nenhum lugar por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Minha primeira saida oficial foi quando conheci o falecido Gotham, virei fã de bloody mary, enquanto ouvia falar das pessoas que eram conhecidas por lá. Mas até os 15 anos de idade eu era chatissima pra sair de casa, conhecia sons por indicaçoes de amigos e fuçando pela internet mesmo, mas com 15 eu resolvi ceder a um dos convites e fui com o pessoal do meu segundo ano e pessoas do colégio em geral (FECAP, que já tinham me mostrado um pouco de psychobilly) no show do Haunted Boys com o Chibuku dai que eu comecei a entrar no mundo do psychobilly.&lt;br /&gt;Eu mantenho meu conhecimento por coisas novas fuçando sites em geral, Myspace e LastFm são os mais simples porque você pode escutar tudo na hora, mas eu acabo fuçando no site da &lt;a href="http://www.raucousrecords.com/"&gt;Raucous Records&lt;/a&gt; e no fórum de psychobilly &lt;a href="http://www.psychobilly.com.br/forum"&gt;brasileiro&lt;/a&gt; e adicionei mais uns links aqui: &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/supervixen456/psychobilly"&gt;http://del.icio.us/supervixen456/psychobilly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde eu busco inspiração? Uau hahahaha, bom, eu sou curiosissima por natureza, então sempre to fuçando tudo ao meu redor, desde livros, revistas, filmes, sites e coisas do tipo, mas nada disso é util se você não consegue parar pra materializar as coisas na cabeça, por exemplo, ver uma maquiagem em uma revista, analizar porque eu gostei, com o que ela combina, pra que situação se adaptaria, e com tudo eu tento pensar assim, o segredo pra aumentar a criatividade é manter o cerebro funcionando sempre. Apesar de muitos não saberem disso, eu sou uma pessoa muito ligada a arte, tenho uma paixão absurda por pintura, fotografia e cinema e tenho certeza que o fato de eu sempre pesquisar muito sobre isso ajuda a me manter inspirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu decidi que carreira seguir? Bom, sair do tradicional "se formar na escola, prestar vestibular e fazer uma faculdade" não é nada fácil, preconceito sempre existe em relação a quem não opta pelo convencional, é claro, mas com a falta de dinheiro e necessidade de começar a trabalhar cedo eu resolvi que ia optar por uma formação mais rápida e que, acima de tudo, eu gostasse de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;No final das contas acho que eu não poderia ter escolhido melhor, fiz um curso profissional de maquiagem e um de cabelo, e comecei a trabalhar com curtas de um diretor amigo meu, (e sinto informar a todas, mas QI (quem indica) conta muito nessa área mesmo, mas correr atrás conta mais ainda) e depois comecei a trabalhar em um salão, mas nesse momento que eu percebi que fazer esses trabalhos com produção é o que eu realmente gosto e não abro a mão por nada atualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho vontade siiim de fazer uma faculdade, mas só pelo prazer de aprender mesmo, e a escolhida seria farmácia (oh yé, ao contrário do que muitos pensam também, eu sou apaixonada por ciencia ahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho meia manga do braço direito fechado, e uma tatuagem nas costas/cofre/coccix/lugarquetodosfalamquesóputatemtatuagem, no braço tenho uma vitrola, um par de sapatos (que é uma das capas da revista bizarre), um gato preto com um treze, e diversos patuas, tudo cercado com nuvens cor de rosa e morcegos (awwwwwn HAHAHHA) e nas costas tenho rosas azuis e amarelas, com uma navalha e um rubi aka diamante vermelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filosofia de vida vem em um proximo post ahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, eu não sei mais o que vocês poderiam querer saber, escrever sobre si mesmo é terriiiiiiiivel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-5809597746326643425?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/5809597746326643425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=5809597746326643425' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/5809597746326643425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/5809597746326643425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/biografia.html' title='Biografia?'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-4496038467625957420</id><published>2008-06-11T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:32:54.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50'z</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SE_RKKBOiSI/AAAAAAAAADk/QeNRzzkq-xk/s1600-h/novas+diversas+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SE_RKKBOiSI/AAAAAAAAADk/QeNRzzkq-xk/s320/novas+diversas+229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210613266309351714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SE_RKwZfpoI/AAAAAAAAADs/wd1n0xpCgy8/s1600-h/novas+diversas+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SE_RKwZfpoI/AAAAAAAAADs/wd1n0xpCgy8/s320/novas+diversas+196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210613276611683970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SE_P96KnQ8I/AAAAAAAAADc/CxbpS7f8oVU/s1600-h/novas+diversas+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SE_P96KnQ8I/AAAAAAAAADc/CxbpS7f8oVU/s320/novas+diversas+213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210611956383695810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse foi um trampo de caracterização de um curta chamado 50'z que eu fiz pro pessoal da metodista, foi divertidissimo e eu me orgulhei porque as meninas ficaram muito diferentes, a Larissa das primeiras fotos tinha um cabelo liso com umas camadas bem mais curtas, e a Cris tinha um cabelão assim na altura do peito, isso porque a gente não tinha muito tempo e eu tava sem laque e com uma duzia de grampos, argh ahhahahahh&lt;br /&gt;Amo amo amo fazer isso&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tá meio zumbi nesse exato momento sou eu que fui tirada da cama *draminha* ahhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E podem continuar mandando as perguntas que eu to formulando aqui o FAQ "Coisas que você sempre quis saber e nunca teve cojones de perguntar" HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Frenzy-Clockwork Toy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-4496038467625957420?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SE_RKKBOiSI/AAAAAAAAADk/QeNRzzkq-xk/s72-c/novas+diversas+229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-8038000093552566511</id><published>2008-06-09T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:03:39.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que você gostaria de perguntar pra mim?</title><content type='html'>Bão, eu tava querendo fazer um about mais interativo, então, vamos lá, depositem todas as suas duvidas sobre a minha pessoa! ahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Não vou garantir respostas de perguntas que balancem minha integridade (duvido de mim mesma nessa HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;PS2: Estou sentindo que surgirão anonimos xingantes do além nesse post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-8038000093552566511?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/8038000093552566511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=8038000093552566511' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8038000093552566511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8038000093552566511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-que-voc-gostaria-de-perguntar-pra-mim.html' title='O que você gostaria de perguntar pra mim?'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-7477504423125184160</id><published>2008-06-09T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:51:28.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simelesdãomedo'/><title type='text'>Sim, eles dão medo- Parte 1</title><content type='html'>Bão, partir de hoje eu vou colocar algumas pérolas masculinas que eu já escutei pelas ruas de São Paulo que eu espero que ninguém que não tenha um bom senso de humor tenha que presenciar hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começarei pela que me inspirou a ter a idéia de criar uma sessão toda sobre isso ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda-feira, dia 9 de junho de 2008, 19 horas e alguns minutos, na lotada de adolescentes e pessoas pós trabalho, com suas camisas abertas e ternos jogados no braço, eis que uma entediada Camila (trajando botas vermelhas, saia e casaco de veludo preto, tudo meio rasgado e surrado, afinal, segunda-feira) rondava a sessão de livros de culinária quando ela tem aquela leve sensação de estar sendo perseguida, olha pra um lado, olha pro outro, e acaba pegando o mesmo caminho do individuo que estava por ali (o que acabou parecendo com que quem estava perseguindo alguém era ela, e pela ironia divina, nós perdoamos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de passar um longo tempo olhando a sessão de moda (afinal, maquiadores e cabeleireiros costumam ter essa mania, e pra gente é puramente saudável, alias, e pra quem não?), nossa querida vitima resolve visitar a sessão de arte, ironicamente (sim, afinal, a vida adora tirar uma da nossa cara)pensando o quanto ela conseguiria viver sem contato social, somente com a cara enfiada nos livros, ela sente algo olhando fixamente pra ela, que tolamente enfia mais a cara nos livros, e sai andando, eis que no maldito ato de abaixar o livro que ela tinha em mãos, ela vê um cidadão (bom, pra salvar o dia era o dito cujo citado logo acima, ironia? Nem brinquem...) olhando fixamente para ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como nesses lados ela sempre aprendeu sobre bons modos, antes de sair xingando e qualquer coisa do tipo ela cometeu o erro de soltar um "Oi???" na esperança ingenua que o ser que estava parecendo mais um &lt;a href="http://lemur.duke.edu/animals/ayeaye/more.jpg"&gt;Ai-Ai&lt;/a&gt;, inicia o dialogo: &lt;br /&gt; "Oi, é que, você não foi capa de revista agora?" &lt;br /&gt; "hahhaahhahaha não!"&lt;br /&gt; "Ah, é, tá, é que, você é tão bonita"&lt;br /&gt; "Haaaaahahhahha (se encolhendo pra tras das estantes num ato desesperado de fuga causado por vergonha alheia) obrigada"&lt;br /&gt; "...(individuo olhando fixamente)"&lt;br /&gt; "Argh...(Camila se escondendo atrás de livros, estantes, pessoas e afins, pra perceber que o ser ainda estava olhando fixamente)"&lt;br /&gt; "...(ser olhando fixamente) então..."&lt;br /&gt; "Hehehehehhe ("FUGA FUGA FUGA!")"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que a vantagem de ser baixinha e desaparecer quando se senta entre prateleiras de livros se tornou a coisa mais util da face da terra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais pérolas masculinas contadas em tom dramático soon, mais do que eu gostaria ahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-7477504423125184160?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/7477504423125184160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=7477504423125184160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/7477504423125184160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/7477504423125184160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/sim-eles-do-medo-parte-1.html' title='Sim, eles dão medo- Parte 1'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-8917896993705339463</id><published>2008-06-07T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:49:19.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resumo do ano- 1º semestre</title><content type='html'>Meu primeiro semestre em numeros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino de namoro&lt;br /&gt;Aquisição fantástica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagens; Curitiba e Guarujá (em um domingo de madrugada com um semi estranho que estava ficando com uma amiga minha HAHHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Pedidos de casamento (por motivos diplomáticos é claro)&lt;br /&gt;Lugares fantásticos descobertos&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças radicais de visual&lt;br /&gt;Dias de amnésia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elogios que valeram a pena (alguns, mas vindos de 3 pessoas diferentes)&lt;br /&gt;Crises de choro no colo alheio&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhos que me deram gosto de fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Outros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barracos: Provavelmente uns 4 ou 5 querendo meus direitos de consumidora, e se eu dei mais algum por algum outro motivo, me avisem.&lt;br /&gt;Brigas desnescessarias: 47658748587684765874687568476863554164 ugh&lt;br /&gt;Metas conquistadas: todas, mesmo as minhas maiores realizações esse semestre virem todas de coisas não planejadas, homens conquistados idem hahahahhha&lt;br /&gt;Paixões (re)descobertas: umas 10 no minimo&lt;br /&gt;Aventuras e presepadas: 6546563521584845635143212021603651651&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que eu colocaria a mão no fogo por: 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-8917896993705339463?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/8917896993705339463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=8917896993705339463' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8917896993705339463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8917896993705339463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/resumo-do-ano-1-semestre.html' title='Resumo do ano- 1º semestre'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-2733775765076818166</id><published>2008-06-06T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:13:56.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Louboutin</title><content type='html'>É, essa hora ia chegar, apesar de não ser uma consumidora assidua de praticamente nada além de comida e bebida, se tem algo que eu tenho uma fixação é sapatos, mesmo que não compre nenhum, eu amo muitos, mas sou um pé no saco quando coloco um modelo especifico na minha cabeça, e atualmente não vou parar até conseguir algo parecido com um clássico da moda 'sapatistica'; um Very Privé do deus dos sapatos; Christian Louboutin&lt;br /&gt;Se você não sabe quem é, eu vou ser justa e pularei o puxão de orelha e resumirei com uma breve biografia, o dito começou a vender sapatos com 16 anos de idade e foi o criador dos sapatos de solado vermelho, sem mais, vamos ao meu modelo favorito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/31011/31011_in_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/31011/31011_in_xl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Very Privé... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(minutos babando em cima do teclado depois eu continuo meu post...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, mas como todo real criador de grandes coisas, o maldito faz sapatos lindos com uma frequencia de dar ódio, assim como este:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/27351/27351_in_dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/27351/27351_in_dl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/27344/27344_bk_dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/27344/27344_bk_dl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/30980/30980_in_dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/30980/30980_in_dl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.styleforstyle.it/wp-content/file/820_5193_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.styleforstyle.it/wp-content/file/820_5193_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/25594/25594_in_dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/25594/25594_in_dl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.psy.ohio-state.edu/NPSA/photogallery/2005.11.11-14%20Neuroscience/homer%20drool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www2.psy.ohio-state.edu/NPSA/photogallery/2005.11.11-14%20Neuroscience/homer%20drool.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Comentário: Ok, devo ter demorado umas duas horas pra escrever isso, porque eu parei em todos os sites que tinham sapatos do CL e fiquei braindead por alguns instantes, argh, longos instantes, eu admito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS: Pra quem não viu o começo do blog, a imagem do header é de uma das fotos da parceria &lt;a href="http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/04/combinao-dos-infernos.html"&gt;Linch+Louboutin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-2733775765076818166?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/2733775765076818166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=2733775765076818166' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/2733775765076818166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/2733775765076818166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/christian-louboutin.html' title='Christian Louboutin'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-1875040512972131526</id><published>2008-06-05T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:13:13.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalaaa</title><content type='html'>Achei isso perdido nos arquivos do computador, dialogo ficticio, mas como foi um bom desabafo achei legal publicar, sei lá porque ehhehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Sabe, eu acho isso tão absurdo, pela primeira vez que isso poderia acontecer sem ninguem se machucar, não deu certo&lt;br /&gt;-Ué, as coisas não são do jeito que a gente quer que sejam.. fazer o que?&lt;br /&gt;-Mas argh, por alguns instantes eu estava convencida do que estava passando pela minha cabeça, mas, mas...&lt;br /&gt;-Você tem medo de ter tido mais razão do que imaginava no passado?&lt;br /&gt;-Como assim?&lt;br /&gt;-Ué, essa coisa que paixão é só uma e tudo mais...&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;-Pois é meu bem, as vezes a gente tá mais certo do que pensa, e você nem devia ficar tão preocupada em relação a isso, afinal, desse jeito você corre menos riscos&lt;br /&gt;-Argh, queria ser menos especial nesse caso... e tenho medo que eu comprove que a teoria estava errada tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;-Heh, você tem mania de fazer tudo atrasado mesmo né?&lt;br /&gt;-Hahhaahhaha, maldita hora pra piadas ahahaha"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-1875040512972131526?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/1875040512972131526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=1875040512972131526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/1875040512972131526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/1875040512972131526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/lalalaaa.html' title='Lalalaaa'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-1155988800842092868</id><published>2008-06-04T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:31:17.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not going to think about h...</title><content type='html'>Ah, tales of mere existance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PSdjixBTNE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PSdjixBTNE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá aí um video que não vi ninguém assistir sem ficar levemente bicha heheheheh, mas o que me intriga é que ele faz pensar loucamente em tudo que as pessoas que gostam de você devem lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, ter alguém que observe as coisas em você e ache especial desde o jeito que você dá risada no meio de uma crise de choro, até o pijama tosco que você usa de vez em quando é uma coisa que não tem preço.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora imaginar o que certas pessoas vem como um charme em você é que deixa tudo mais interessante, pensar que um dia a gente pode esbarrar em alguém que ame o barulho de quando você assoa o nariz é algo de certa maneira louco mas absurdamente reconfortante.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eis que o meu computador desligou enquanto eu escrevia e eu só consegui sentar aqui 24 horas depois, com a cabeça nas nuvens de jeito que nem vou conseguir concluir isso direito, mas termino o post com uma pergunta o que vocês acham que as pessoas devem lembrar de vocês?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Amor de trapo e farrapo-Demonios da Garoa e&lt;br /&gt;         Oscillate Wildly-The Smiths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-1155988800842092868?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/1155988800842092868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=1155988800842092868' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/1155988800842092868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/1155988800842092868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-going-to-think-about-h.html' title='I&apos;m not going to think about h...'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-8067791856046197130</id><published>2008-06-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:22:59.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Design Fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2008/04/13/intelligent-design/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2008/04/jesusfail.jpg" alt="" width="207" height="400" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-596" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;funny fail pictures at FAIL Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail Blog, eu recomendo. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-8067791856046197130?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/8067791856046197130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=8067791856046197130' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8067791856046197130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8067791856046197130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/fail.html' title='FAIL!'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-1882353452749916737</id><published>2008-06-01T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:56:49.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra quem pode...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SEN84J7DqQI/AAAAAAAAABs/9_HeZOc6-v0/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SEN84J7DqQI/AAAAAAAAABs/9_HeZOc6-v0/s320/imagem.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207142898348566786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...não pra quem quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahaha agora sério, sair com cara de autista no fundo de foto de semana da moda no site da uol, não tem preço e ponto final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;É só clicar que a foto abre ahhah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-1882353452749916737?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/1882353452749916737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=1882353452749916737' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/1882353452749916737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/1882353452749916737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/pra-quem-pode.html' title='Pra quem pode...'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SEN84J7DqQI/AAAAAAAAABs/9_HeZOc6-v0/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-839535259722163802</id><published>2008-06-01T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:47:30.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drool</title><content type='html'>Ok, me sinto suja por isso, afinal, ele faz um dos personagens mais 'ouuun' da tv atualmente, mas vamos lá, vai me dizer que não faria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20070906/293.pace.lee.090607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20070906/293.pace.lee.090607.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00455/AnnaFriel_LeePace_2_455407a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00455/AnnaFriel_LeePace_2_455407a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.austinchronicle.com/binary/7168/screens_TVeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.austinchronicle.com/binary/7168/screens_TVeye.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty Faria, eu faria, e você?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-839535259722163802?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/839535259722163802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=839535259722163802' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/839535259722163802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/839535259722163802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/06/drool.html' title='Drool'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-8645310245587854244</id><published>2008-05-29T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:10:28.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing Daisies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.watchingpushingdaisies.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/normal_cast20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.watchingpushingdaisies.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/normal_cast20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meio que continuando o post anterior eu começo esse, tenho que comentar sobre a série mais fantástica que eu já assisti; Pushing Daisies.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo nessa série é absurdamente bem feito, a fotografia é uma coisa perfeita, os atores são geniais, a produção é inteira detalhada, o roteiro é uau, e sem contar que é uma das poucas, se não for a unica, série que consegue juntar drama, romance, comédia e suspense de uma maneira tão harmonica, e o mais engraçado é que isso torna ela uma das séries que mais dá pra se relacionar ao cotidiano (ao meu pelo menos, e bato na tecla que nunca disse que sou normal heheheh) em muitos sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, deixo vocês com uma das frases pra se pensar que saiu quentinha do episodio dessa semana:&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes a crime of passion is not realizing the passion in time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pra quem quiser assistir, quartas feiras as 21 hr na Warner Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-8645310245587854244?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/8645310245587854244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=8645310245587854244' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8645310245587854244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/8645310245587854244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/05/pushing-daisies.html' title='Pushing Daisies'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-5930632433210098582</id><published>2008-05-28T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:40:02.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Eu cresci de uma certa maneira que pra algo me atingir, me chamar a atenção, me fazer pensar, tem que ter uma essencia muito unica. Nunca defini nenhum padrão pra coisas que me chamam a atenção, acho que nunca conseguiria pra ser bem sincera, mas de fato tem certas coisas que simplemente fazem eu voltar a cabeça e olhar de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente isso acontece muito com fotos, e hoje postaram um site na DIY for vixens no orkut que conseguiu o que poucos conseguem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whokilledbambi.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.whokilledbambi.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, é um site com conteudo esquizofrenico, mas como eu digo: "Nunca falei que não sou louca!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas teve uma imagem em especial nesse site, do fotografo &lt;a href="http://www.aaronhobson.com/cinemascapes2.php"&gt;Aaron Hobson&lt;/a&gt; que me fez voltar algumas vezes a página pra olhar de novo, e acho que é bizarramente raro ver imagens que passem tanta coisa como essa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SD4y08e_USI/AAAAAAAAABk/6C1VTiDssTg/s1600-h/aaronhobsontoolittletoolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SD4y08e_USI/AAAAAAAAABk/6C1VTiDssTg/s200/aaronhobsontoolittletoolate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205654104457564450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá se vai outra madrugada com filosofias baratas, ainda terá uma só sobre como eu odeio colocar titulos nas postagens, blé&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-5930632433210098582?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/5930632433210098582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-5274132430817585058</id><published>2008-05-19T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:45:51.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>3 da manhã de uma futura terça-feira, o silencio, o sono, a insonia e a ansiedade fazem  o proprio silencio parecer um milhão de agulhas penetrantes ao redor, aumentando cada frequencia do meu pensamento, e me deixando ficar mais louca que o normal, hehehe então pra isso uma boa musica é necessária, vamos a playlist de uma noite bizarra como essa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NICK CAVE-INTO MY ARMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8owifmb8n2s&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8owifmb8n2s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mestre costuma ajudar a minha propria loucura ser mantida beeeem longe de mim hehhe, pra mim esse fdp é um dos poucos musicos que consegue ter letras fantasticamente romanticas sem cair em cliches, e olha que eu não suporto bichisses demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra:&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in an interventionist God&lt;br /&gt;But I know, darling, that you do&lt;br /&gt;But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him&lt;br /&gt;Not to intervene when it came to you&lt;br /&gt;Not to touch a hair on your head&lt;br /&gt;To leave you as you are&lt;br /&gt;And if He felt He had to direct you&lt;br /&gt;Then direct you into my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms, O Lord&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms, O Lord&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms, O Lord&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't believe in the existence of angels&lt;br /&gt;But looking at you I wonder if that's true&lt;br /&gt;But if I did I would summon them together&lt;br /&gt;And ask them to watch over you&lt;br /&gt;To each burn a candle for you&lt;br /&gt;To make bright and clear your path&lt;br /&gt;And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love&lt;br /&gt;And guide you into my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms, O Lord&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms, O Lord&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms, O Lord&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in Love&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you do too&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in some kind of path&lt;br /&gt;That we can walk down, me and you&lt;br /&gt;So keep your candlew burning&lt;br /&gt;And make her journey bright and pure&lt;br /&gt;That she will keep returning&lt;br /&gt;Always and evermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms, O Lord&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms, O Lord&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms, O Lord&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMY WINEHOUSE-LOVE IS A LOSING GAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVMTshWbtpo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVMTshWbtpo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, sem muitos comentários, mas só olhem o tamanho dessa mulher, e essa facilidade pra sair esse vozeirão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra:&lt;br /&gt;For you I was a flame&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;Five story fire as you came&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I wish I never played&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a mess we made&lt;br /&gt;And now the final frame&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played out by the band&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing hand&lt;br /&gt;More than I could stand&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self professed... profound&lt;br /&gt;Till the chips were down&lt;br /&gt;...know you’re a gambling man&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m rather blind&lt;br /&gt;Love is a fate resigned&lt;br /&gt;Memories mar my mind&lt;br /&gt;Love is a fate resigned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over futile odds&lt;br /&gt;And laughed at by the gods&lt;br /&gt;And now the final frame&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CYPRESS HILL-LOWRIDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SJ7p1uJIOQ&lt;br /&gt;Mudando total de rumo, hehehee mas cypress hill é fueda demás (auhiuhiauiau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/cypress_hill_lyrics_2095/stoned_raiders_lyrics_5673/lowrider_lyrics_67076.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRANTIC FLINTSTONES-ALLEY CAT KING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zwZk1nLJy4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zwZk1nLJy4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoçãozinha ver esse clipe, "cause i'm a mean cool cat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra:&lt;br /&gt;I cruise through the city when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;I roam the streets in a midnight town&lt;br /&gt;And you can hear me sing, I'm the alley cat king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the moon comes up, you better run and hide&lt;br /&gt;But I'll get you, baby, if you catch my eye&lt;br /&gt;And you can hear me sing, I'm the alley cat king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a mean cool cat, gonna catch you up&lt;br /&gt;If I see you, baby, you're out of luck&lt;br /&gt;And you can hear me sing, I'm the alley cat king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see me coming you better stay at home&lt;br /&gt;But if I catch you, baby, you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;And you can hear me sing, I'm the alley cat king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ECHO AND THE BUNNYMEN-KILLING MOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aX1PwkgwsG0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aX1PwkgwsG0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que alguém ainda me mata por pedir essa pros djs da vida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra:&lt;br /&gt;Under blue moon I saw you&lt;br /&gt;So soon you'll take me&lt;br /&gt;Up in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Too late to beg you or cancel it&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it must be the killing time&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate&lt;br /&gt;Up against your will&lt;br /&gt;Through the thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;He will wait until&lt;br /&gt;You give yourself to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In starlit nights I saw you&lt;br /&gt;So cruelly you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Your lips a magic world&lt;br /&gt;Your sky all hung with jewels&lt;br /&gt;The killing moon&lt;br /&gt;Will come too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate&lt;br /&gt;Up against your will&lt;br /&gt;Through the thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;He will wait until&lt;br /&gt;You give yourself to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under blue moon I saw you&lt;br /&gt;So soon you'll take me&lt;br /&gt;Up in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Too late to beg you or cancel it&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it must be the killing time&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate&lt;br /&gt;Up against your will&lt;br /&gt;Through the thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;He will wait until&lt;br /&gt;You give yourself to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate&lt;br /&gt;Up against your will&lt;br /&gt;Through the thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;He will wait until&lt;br /&gt;You give yourself to him&lt;br /&gt;You give yourself to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-5274132430817585058?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/5274132430817585058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=5274132430817585058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/5274132430817585058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/5274132430817585058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/05/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-3665511192009170452</id><published>2008-05-19T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:21:59.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh2</title><content type='html'>Mais uma postagem filosofica, causada pela grande quantidade de acontecimentos deveras peculiares presentes na minha vida, heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu não sei nem por onde começar direito, mas algo que me deixa sentindo absurdamente impotente é quando vejo alguém que tem uma importancia na minha vida se sentindo um lixo e não ter como tirar isso da cabeça do individuo e tacar bem longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma pessoa que passou e ainda passo por todo tipo de apuro por causa da minha personalidade, jeito, preferencias e afins, e achar pessoas que acompanhem meu estilo de vida sem me julgar cada dia se torna mais dificil, e por isso cada pedacinho desse quebra cabeça se torna especial demais pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai vem a pergunta, o que são as pessoas pra gente? O que a gente espera de amigos e pessoas ao redor em especial? São perguntas complexas que precisam ser respondidas; sim, eu acho que todo relacionamento começa ou com algum tipo de interesse ou com alguma situação que nos faz cair em uma amizade, mas será que é só isso? Pra mim encontrar pessoas que eu possa falar sobre as partes mais obscuras da minha mente, que eu possa abraçar, que eu possa ficar em silencio ao lado assistindo um filme sem sofrer nenhum tipo de julgamento ou cobrança (no máximo ter esses momentos de volta), é o que me faz sentir que nem tudo tem que ser tão complicado, o convivio é algo que me interessa, seria esse um interesse ruim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu cheguei a uma conclusão junto com uma amiga, que possivelmente com o tempo eu estarei pensando que é uma idiotice, mas existe um nivel de amor que está acima da possessão e do interesse, que é um amor que você simplesmente quer ver a pessoa envolvida num estado de consciencia plenamente satisfatório &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;para ela&lt;/span&gt;, mesmo que isso não tenha nada haver conosco, e que a pessoa não esteja presente de maneira alguma ou respondendo com os nossos supostos interesses de maneira alguma também&lt;br /&gt;Se eu já senti isso? Atualmente acho que é o unico tipo de sentimento realmente positivo que eu consigo ter em relação as pessoas, como me dizem, 'nada me pertence', e se tenho algo que eu acredito nesse momento, definitivamente é isso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-3665511192009170452?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/3665511192009170452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=3665511192009170452' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3665511192009170452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3665511192009170452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/05/argh2.html' title='Argh2'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-6857417557863303056</id><published>2008-05-07T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:09:16.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you creative minds!</title><content type='html'>Ok, primeiro a coisa criativa do dia, que apesar de ser criativa me deixou pensando, quem diaxo realmente paga caro por isso? Do que diabos eu to falando? Do novo hit dos No Time Watches de um designer aí chamado Tom Binns, bom, vejam por vocês mesmos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/fashion/2008/03/tom-binns-neon.html"&gt;http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/fashion/2008/03/tom-binns-neon.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, pelo menos eu não me senti tão mal quando percebi que eu não fui a unica pessoa que pensou nisso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughtysecretaryclub.blogspot.com/2008/04/diy-project-make-faux-no-time-watch-in.html"&gt;http://naughtysecretaryclub.blogspot.com/2008/04/diy-project-make-faux-no-time-watch-in.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples, não? Bom, vamos a parte dois do post, pra acabar ou começar qualquer dia com boas risadas (levemente sádicas, mas que risada é realmente ruim? muahaaaahhahah), eu sabia que eles contra atacariam... tsc tsc tsc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimosegundo.ig.com.br/economia/2008/04/25/crocs_sustos_nos_shoppings_1286925.html"&gt;http://ultimosegundo.ig.com.br/economia/2008/04/25/crocs_sustos_nos_shoppings_1286925.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heeeehehehhehhehehhehehheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-6857417557863303056?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/6857417557863303056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=6857417557863303056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6857417557863303056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/6857417557863303056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-you-creative-minds.html' title='Damn you creative minds!'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-7129943565670953449</id><published>2008-05-04T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:45:38.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Outra Face da Inveja</title><content type='html'>"A Outra Face da Inveja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que são invejados entristecem-se com o rancor que sentem à sua volta; se são orgulhosos, por receio de algum prejuízo; se generosos, por compaixão dos que invejam. Mas depressa se alegram: se me invejam, isso quer dizer que tenho um valor, dos méritos, das graças; quer dizer que sentem e reconhecem a minha grandeza, o meu triunfo. A inveja é a sombra obrigatória do gênio e da glória, e os invejosos não passam, de forma odiosa, de admiradores rebeldes e testemunhas involuntárias. Não custa muito perdoar-lhes, quando existe o direito de me comprazer e desprezá-los. Posso mesmo estar-lhes, com freqüência, gratos pelo fato de o veneno da inveja ser, para os indolentes, um vinho generoso que confere novo vigor para novas obras e novas conquistas. A melhor vingança contra aqueles que me pretendem rebaixar consiste em ensaiar um vôo para um cume mais elevado. E talvez não subisse tanto sem o impulso de quem me queria por terra.&lt;br /&gt;O indivíduo verdadeiramente sagaz faz mais: serve-se da própria difamação para retocar melhor o seu retrato e suprimir as sombras que lhe afetam a luz. O invejoso torna-se, sem querer, o colaborador da sua perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giovanni Papini, in 'Relatório Sobre os Homens'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E roubado com necessidade do perfil da Sher no orkut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-7129943565670953449?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/7129943565670953449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=7129943565670953449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/7129943565670953449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/7129943565670953449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/05/outra-face-da-inveja.html' title='A Outra Face da Inveja'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-2691410514764220137</id><published>2008-04-23T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:30:00.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nanda Z. diz:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Nanda Z. diz:&lt;br /&gt;canal da camila&lt;br /&gt;Nanda Z. diz:&lt;br /&gt;com todas as coisas que vc gosta de ver&lt;br /&gt;Supervixen diz:&lt;br /&gt;IA SER UM CANAL BICHA PACARAI&lt;br /&gt;Nanda Z. diz:&lt;br /&gt;ia ser meio bicha meio macho&lt;br /&gt;Supervixen diz:&lt;br /&gt;nossa, bem eu isso&lt;br /&gt;Nanda Z. diz:&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Nanda Z. diz:&lt;br /&gt;pela manha, um bom canal de culinaria&lt;br /&gt;Supervixen diz:&lt;br /&gt;começou bem&lt;br /&gt;Nanda Z. diz:&lt;br /&gt;já de noite, a boa e velha programaçao porno&lt;br /&gt;Nanda Z. diz:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhahahahahahahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-2691410514764220137?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/2691410514764220137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=2691410514764220137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/2691410514764220137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/2691410514764220137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/04/nanda-z.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-7325565504510150072</id><published>2008-04-21T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:40:09.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se tem algo que me deixa incrivelmente satisfeita ultimamente é ver como faz bem viver a minha vida só para mim, pensando e convivendo só com quem me interessa e PONTO final.&lt;br /&gt;E eu garanto viu, não tem nada mais fácil do que viver a propria vida, infelizmente as pessoas parecem não fazer idéia de como isso é gratificante.&lt;br /&gt;Tolinhos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-7325565504510150072?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/7325565504510150072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=7325565504510150072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/7325565504510150072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/7325565504510150072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/04/se-tem-algo-que-me-deixa-incrivelmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-3766379096399958419</id><published>2008-04-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:26:16.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Combinação dos infernos</title><content type='html'>Quando um cara que faz filmes fodas vira pra um cara que faz sapatos fodas e fala "faz aí uns bem &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;peculiares&lt;/span&gt; pra eu tirar umas fotos", o que sai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SAI_kF4SQiI/AAAAAAAAABc/oFwMjFWXQBc/s1600-h/testuser5_oct2007_05_louboutin_am031007_g_NyaiWk_0jaqAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SAI_kF4SQiI/AAAAAAAAABc/oFwMjFWXQBc/s320/testuser5_oct2007_05_louboutin_am031007_g_NyaiWk_0jaqAD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188779609970328098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais, nada menos que a santa combinação de Christian Louboutin (o santo dos saltos  com solado vermelho) e David Lynch (sem comentários)&lt;br /&gt;Matéria e o resto da sessão aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallpaper.com/art/fetish-by-louboutin-and-lynch/1811"&gt;http://www.wallpaper.com/art/fetish-by-louboutin-and-lynch/1811&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-3766379096399958419?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/3766379096399958419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=3766379096399958419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3766379096399958419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3766379096399958419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/04/combinao-dos-infernos.html' title='Combinação dos infernos'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SAI_kF4SQiI/AAAAAAAAABc/oFwMjFWXQBc/s72-c/testuser5_oct2007_05_louboutin_am031007_g_NyaiWk_0jaqAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146315074499880775.post-3660572089197987498</id><published>2008-04-12T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:33:35.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Quotes da querida, meus favoritos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everybody loves you when they are about to cum.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Better to live one year as a tiger, than a hundred as a sheep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A top na minha opinião:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente só entende essas coisas quando vive isso plenamente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146315074499880775-3660572089197987498?l=bitch-attack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/feeds/3660572089197987498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146315074499880775&amp;postID=3660572089197987498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3660572089197987498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146315074499880775/posts/default/3660572089197987498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitch-attack.blogspot.com/2008/04/madonna-uma-mulher-esperta.html' title='..'/><author><name>Camila Irala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaAfMKx7Mbs/SZRoid-D19I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xjHVeTPGKPE/S220/DSC01243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
