<?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-435690717160166338</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:25:12.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>every single cliche</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysinglecliche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435690717160166338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysinglecliche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jahitza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13968370461158884008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xt0DJt0q8g/SMFIp4Zm0vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mg3MLl7kuDU/S220/jahitza-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435690717160166338.post-5749277614652687315</id><published>2008-09-26T17:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:05:46.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicest Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xt0DJt0q8g/SN1NOjii6aI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DHsguKDlbcs/s1600-h/kate+nash.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250437653037509026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xt0DJt0q8g/SN1NOjii6aI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DHsguKDlbcs/s200/kate+nash.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro &lt;strong&gt;Kate Nash. &lt;/strong&gt;Não é segredo pra ninguém. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando estou feliz, ouço &lt;strong&gt;Marry Happy&lt;/strong&gt;, quando estou pra baixo, &lt;strong&gt;Navy Taxi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando alguém é um babaca, &lt;strong&gt;Shit Song&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Dickhead&lt;/strong&gt; salvam a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem contar que eu substituiria todas as músicas românticas melosas que eu escuto (em uma fase que pede músicas românicas e melosas) por &lt;strong&gt;Nicest Thing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primeiro que se você é comprada com Regina Spektor você não pode ser poucas merda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl sing the blues so well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho essa mania desgraçada de tentar interpretar tudo que ouço, &lt;strong&gt;Foundations&lt;/strong&gt;, namoro ruim, &lt;strong&gt;We Get On&lt;/strong&gt;, relacionamento imaginário frustrado, e assim por diante... mas e &lt;strong&gt;Little Red&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho umas duas interpretações. É uma música em narrativa, conta uma história em linguagem figurada. Mas esqueça o blá blá blá... a música é linda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Little garden how do i make your flowers grow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i already do everything that I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bring you sunshine and I bring you rain, but still you refrain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the other gardens are so full of flowers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're so colourful yet I spend all these hours, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying to make you as beautiful as them, but still you refrain."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enfim, ouçam e tirem as suas próprias conclusões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beijo, beijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=" width="200" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 9px; COLOR: #ccc; LETTER-SPACING: -1px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/c1br9zo7q_k/kate-nash-little-red" target="_blank"&gt;Boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435690717160166338-5749277614652687315?l=everysinglecliche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysinglecliche.blogspot.com/feeds/5749277614652687315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=435690717160166338&amp;postID=5749277614652687315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435690717160166338/posts/default/5749277614652687315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435690717160166338/posts/default/5749277614652687315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysinglecliche.blogspot.com/2008/09/nicest-thing_26.html' title='Nicest Thing'/><author><name>Jahitza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13968370461158884008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xt0DJt0q8g/SMFIp4Zm0vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mg3MLl7kuDU/S220/jahitza-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xt0DJt0q8g/SN1NOjii6aI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DHsguKDlbcs/s72-c/kate+nash.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435690717160166338.post-5352006727628846159</id><published>2008-09-25T20:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:21:55.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the very 1st</title><content type='html'>Eu confesso, fui completamente influenciada.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar na produção de um programa sobre internet me fez querer entrar (ou seria melhor dizer voltar?) pra esse mundo estranho mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que só existe &lt;strong&gt;uma&lt;/strong&gt; coisa que eu gosto de falar mais do que sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;Falar das coisas que eu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;E eu gosto de muita coisa estranha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho problema nenhum com quem gosta do que todo mundo gosta. Alías, não credito em "todo mundo", então, por sua vez, não acredito nesse conceito.&lt;br /&gt;Acho até que gostar de "Sandy e Junior" hoje em dia seja muito mais hype do que gostar de bandinhas alternativas from UK. Não que eu goste de Sandy e Junior ou de bandinhas alternativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, sem perder o foco, eu vou falar dessas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas que eu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu li, ouvi, assisti, vi por aí e fez alguma diferença por algum motivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra começar, um vídeo que a Thata me mandou, e é um dos melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1hzDzAvJOY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1hzDzAvJOY&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;&lt;br /&gt;Saramago chora, eu choro.&lt;br /&gt;"Blindness" é divino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435690717160166338-5352006727628846159?l=everysinglecliche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysinglecliche.blogspot.com/feeds/5352006727628846159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=435690717160166338&amp;postID=5352006727628846159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435690717160166338/posts/default/5352006727628846159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435690717160166338/posts/default/5352006727628846159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysinglecliche.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-1st.html' title='the very 1st'/><author><name>Jahitza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13968370461158884008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xt0DJt0q8g/SMFIp4Zm0vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mg3MLl7kuDU/S220/jahitza-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
