<?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-5100974286711412655</id><updated>2011-10-29T23:24:02.721-03:00</updated><category term='Maroon Five'/><category term='sweet 15'/><category term='football hotties'/><category term='Goodbye people.'/><category term='Damn it'/><category term='Back to School'/><category term='División Minúscula'/><category term='Cumpleaños'/><category term='youuuu'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='some stupid stuff written by me on my flash time'/><category term='nada que contar'/><category term='bebés'/><category term='Miley Cyrus'/><category term='The Killers'/><category term='Demi Lovato'/><category term='Joda Loca'/><category term='The Strokes'/><category term='¿Qué opinás?'/><category term='She is'/><category term='Dedo hecho perchita'/><category term='Katy Perry'/><category term='Estrategias para convencer a los padres'/><category term='Escrito por MÍ'/><category term='Coco Rocha'/><category term='Kelly Clarkson'/><category term='Lovesick girl looking for a change'/><category term='whatever'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='thanks people'/><category term='Ana y Mia'/><category term='New Kids on the Block'/><category term='Oscar Wilde'/><category term='Metrostation'/><category term='Linkin Park'/><category term='dengue'/><category term='Seether feat. Amy Lee'/><category term='Evanescence'/><category term='Fuckin&apos; maths'/><category term='Pink'/><category term='Cansei de ser sexy'/><category term='The Academy Is'/><category term='Party people'/><category term='Paramore'/><category term='The veronicas'/><category term='The Kooks'/><category term='Freaky dogs'/><category term='Eskimo Joe'/><category term='Blablabla-'/><category term='Juan(L'/><category term='my girls'/><category term='Good Charlotte'/><category term='The Best Dad Ever'/><category term='Malvinas'/><category term='page 393'/><category term='we&apos;re crazy'/><category term='Avril Lavigne'/><category term='boys like toys'/><category term='life'/><category term='Kerli'/><category term='Leighton Meester'/><category term='RIP'/><category term='Christina Aguilera'/><category term='Snow (L)'/><category term='Shiny toy guns'/><category term='Jonathan Rhys Meyers'/><category term='Kudai'/><category term='goodbye to you'/><category term='Panic at the Disco'/><category term='Narsilion'/><category term='Blondie'/><category term='love'/><category term='mother-fuckin&apos;boys'/><category term='Sugababes'/><category term='My thoughts'/><category term='Simple Plan'/><category term='El Ruiseñor y La Rosa'/><title type='text'>Subtle in her method of seduction~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-4643860844317939290</id><published>2009-12-21T11:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:57:11.263-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><title type='text'>Brittany Murphy :l</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sy-L8MczeRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/7qBRxH6aJoI/s1600-h/brittany_murphy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sy-L8MczeRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/7qBRxH6aJoI/s320/brittany_murphy-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417702743000447250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naa, esta mina era una grosa. No entiendo, no caigo que se murió; o sea, HELLO, es Brittany Murphy ! Un día estaba bien y de golpe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[La policía en Los Angeles inició una investigación de la repentina muerte de la actriz estadounidense Brittany Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;El centro médico Cedars-Sinai en Los Angeles confirmó que la actriz, de 32 años, murió alrededor de las 10 de la mañana del domingo, hora local.&lt;br /&gt;El Departamento de Bomberos de Los Angeles respondió a un llamado de emergencia proveniente de su casa. La causa de la muerte no ha sido confirmada...]&lt;/span&gt;      nonono, no caigo. &lt;br /&gt;RIP , we'll never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La vida de Camelot&lt;/span&gt;: Se llevó matemática, aprobó de casualidad, VERANO♥, y hoy la fiesta de egresados de su prima (;   amor? no, thanks. algún arrastrado atrás suyo? si, hay uno qe no me mueve un pelo, pero si me aburro capaz qe le digo de vernos :P algún inerte? always in my mind u.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PEACE PPL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LadyC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-4643860844317939290?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/4643860844317939290/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=4643860844317939290&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4643860844317939290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4643860844317939290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/12/brittany-murphy-l.html' title='Brittany Murphy :l'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sy-L8MczeRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/7qBRxH6aJoI/s72-c/brittany_murphy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2017701243806768387</id><published>2009-12-17T14:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:42:03.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SyptQ1s-7eI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0jPUkbCKjh8/s1600-h/P1050052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SyptQ1s-7eI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0jPUkbCKjh8/s320/P1050052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416261637927529954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podríamos ser un milagro &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hermoso&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;increíble&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;en vez de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;invisible&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2017701243806768387?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2017701243806768387/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2017701243806768387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2017701243806768387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2017701243806768387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/12/podriamos-ser-un-milagro-hermoso.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SyptQ1s-7eI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0jPUkbCKjh8/s72-c/P1050052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-353064849832510281</id><published>2009-12-03T10:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:05:17.772-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party people'/><title type='text'>Sweet fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SxfFQrQ7FJI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Du_BM0WbtPw/s1600-h/15140_1280504620841_1476822625_771096_4747585_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SxfFQrQ7FJI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Du_BM0WbtPw/s320/15140_1280504620841_1476822625_771096_4747585_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411010367591224466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SxfFRCb-0aI/AAAAAAAAAuk/kNKVoVLNfks/s1600-h/12637_1320668334883_1176052849_31045724_5216004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SxfFRCb-0aI/AAAAAAAAAuk/kNKVoVLNfks/s320/12637_1320668334883_1176052849_31045724_5216004_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411010373811622306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SxfFQ3fjfYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/V--38ZuHqCM/s1600-h/12637_1320918141128_1176052849_31046504_1242072_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SxfFQ3fjfYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/V--38ZuHqCM/s320/12637_1320918141128_1176052849_31046504_1242072_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411010370873818498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SxfFRaD4fBI/AAAAAAAAAus/fMvK5vEwvko/s1600-h/12637_1320677575114_1176052849_31045751_3242139_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SxfFRaD4fBI/AAAAAAAAAus/fMvK5vEwvko/s320/12637_1320677575114_1176052849_31045751_3242139_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411010380152994834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya está, ya pasó; no lo puedo creer pero ya cumplí los famosos quince años y tuve la famosa fiesta, que disfruté como nunca, cada segundo fue mágico. Todas las personas a las que quería ver conmigo estuvieron ahí, mi vestido era lo que yo quería que fuera y no se me infló el pelo por una vez en mi vida ! Joda? Si, eso sobró ! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-353064849832510281?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/353064849832510281/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=353064849832510281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/353064849832510281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/353064849832510281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet-fifteen.html' title='Sweet fifteen'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SxfFQrQ7FJI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Du_BM0WbtPw/s72-c/15140_1280504620841_1476822625_771096_4747585_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-7356938121594878756</id><published>2009-11-20T20:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:12:20.303-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youuuu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SwciFARtVZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/OG1rUHfVm7k/s1600/P1040493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SwciFARtVZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/OG1rUHfVm7k/s320/P1040493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406327347050534290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; estar con vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puedo&lt;/span&gt; estar sin vos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-7356938121594878756?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/7356938121594878756/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=7356938121594878756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7356938121594878756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7356938121594878756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-quiero-estar-con-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SwciFARtVZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/OG1rUHfVm7k/s72-c/P1040493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-8566322816904401401</id><published>2009-11-19T18:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:41:28.037-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuckin&apos; maths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>Well, don't you see I'm falling ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SwW7TIwZaGI/AAAAAAAAAt8/2ZPlJOA_QJM/s1600/P1040341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SwW7TIwZaGI/AAAAAAAAAt8/2ZPlJOA_QJM/s320/P1040341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405932865170532450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pasaron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ses, sá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bados, cumpleaños de quince, otros tipos de joda, salidas, charlas muy en serio con amigas, pruebas de Matemática desastrosas, e incluso perdí más de cinco kilos.  Pasé por momentos que no sabía qué hacer con mi vida, que no ent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;endía porqué carajo esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;todavía por acá dando vueltas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; pero llegué a la conlcusi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ón de que nunca lo voy a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;saber. No escribo esto para que alguien lo lea, ya que mi blog que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dó en el olvido, pero de alguna manera sentí que no podía dejar las cosas así. Siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; parte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de mi va en picada, aunque a la otra no l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e impor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-8566322816904401401?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/8566322816904401401/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=8566322816904401401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8566322816904401401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8566322816904401401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-dont-you-see-im-falling.html' title='Well, don&apos;t you see I&apos;m falling ?'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SwW7TIwZaGI/AAAAAAAAAt8/2ZPlJOA_QJM/s72-c/P1040341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-6850280295767021179</id><published>2009-08-24T18:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:47:38.091-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye to you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys like toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother-fuckin&apos;boys'/><title type='text'>Colgada#</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faa, cuanto tiempo sin aparecer! Me gano el premio a LaBloggerColgadaDelSiglo. Pero no fue la intención, es que tuve mucho que hacer (A) Quieren un ejemplo? Organizar mi fiesta de quince bloggers! Ohhhhh si, es un lío, pero un mal necesario. El jueves tuve que comprar la tela para el vestido, lo que me llevó como cuatro horas. La semana que viene me sacan las fotos. Las tarjetas están casi listas. Los souvenirs llevan como dos meses que los empezaron. Pero saben que? It doesn't matter porqueeeeeeee... El sábado que viene joda =D oooooooh si, les cuento, tengo una compañerita nueva cuya madrina tiene un salón abajo de la casa con capacidad de hasta 150 personas, así que&lt;strong&gt; vamos&lt;/strong&gt; a aprovecharlo (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart? Well, muyyy muy bien ahora. I don't give a fuck about that guy [OKAY I do, but it doesn't hurt]. And there's also a new guy now. No! I'm not falling in love my bloggers, but it's a nice toy (: [jajajaj no, I'm not a Bitch! I am, but I'm not gonna play with him. We just have fun (; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En fin, ahora tenemos una Camelot con alto autoestima por una vez en su vida, ganas de joda [más de la que ya tuvo el viernes], una mala nota en Matemática que tiene que levantar si o si, una inesperada buena nota en Biología, una fiesta de 15 que organizar, una fiesta cualquiera que organizar, un video para sus 15 para organizar, dos esquemas de gimnasia... Bueno, I think I'll survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See ya ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SpMKQce0jAI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6jGPbzZe4ZU/s1600-h/P1010662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373650058022784002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SpMKQce0jAI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6jGPbzZe4ZU/s400/P1010662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-6850280295767021179?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/6850280295767021179/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=6850280295767021179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6850280295767021179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6850280295767021179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/08/colgada.html' title='Colgada#'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SpMKQce0jAI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6jGPbzZe4ZU/s72-c/P1010662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-7010042076610606761</id><published>2009-08-16T15:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:12:56.556-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet 15'/><title type='text'>LastNight#</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ6-1xEBI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fNi6147SIlY/s1600-h/P1010604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641425475112978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ6-1xEBI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fNi6147SIlY/s400/P1010604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ6TDpv8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Alhue8xrAQo/s1600-h/P1010525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641413722193858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ6TDpv8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Alhue8xrAQo/s400/P1010525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ6IYaaeI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aKavMD-bzqU/s1600-h/P1010500+B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641410856479202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ6IYaaeI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aKavMD-bzqU/s400/P1010500+B.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ5mkb3jI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xdxwVZvasZg/s1600-h/P1010473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641401780100658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ5mkb3jI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xdxwVZvasZg/s400/P1010473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ5H3OICI/AAAAAAAAAs0/P5tcmx479tY/s1600-h/P1010471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641393537392674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ5H3OICI/AAAAAAAAAs0/P5tcmx479tY/s400/P1010471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayer Camelot se levantó a las nueve, se fue a la casa de su tía &amp;amp; juntas fueron a comprar las cosas para los souvenirs de sus quince. -Si, voy a tener fiesta- Llegó a su casa más tarde de lo que esperaba, se bañó e intentó dormir siesta pero no durmió más que media hora. Entre que se empezaba a maquillar &amp;amp; se peinaba, todavía en boxers, llegó Florencia la loca del plumero. Al rato, ya cambiada, apareció otra gata loca que responde al nombre de Belén &amp;amp; mientras sacábamos fotos &amp;amp; terminábamos de arreglarnos apareció Nuria. Llegaron media hora tarde, pero llegaron al cumple de Miqui, que estuvo &lt;strong&gt;HER-MO-SO&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; la pasaron &lt;strong&gt;GE-NIAL-&lt;/strong&gt; Después de una noche de joda loca, Camelot se tiró el flequillo para atrás, se sacó el maquillaje, el vestido verde, el guante, los accesorios &amp;amp; se acostó a dormir a las siete.FIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; ustedes? Qué tal su weekend?Salieron anoche? Salen hoy [&lt;strong&gt;Mañana feriado=D&lt;/strong&gt;]? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady&lt;/em&gt;C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-7010042076610606761?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/7010042076610606761/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=7010042076610606761&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7010042076610606761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7010042076610606761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/08/lastnight.html' title='LastNight#'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SohZ6-1xEBI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fNi6147SIlY/s72-c/P1010604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-1058654295277254857</id><published>2009-08-14T19:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:44:58.459-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youuuu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic at the Disco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother-fuckin&apos;boys'/><title type='text'>That'sNotGonnaChange#</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;boys,&lt;/em&gt; baby;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;will be&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;boys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boys&lt;/span&gt; will be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;boys,&lt;/span&gt; baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys will be &lt;strong&gt;b &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; y s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Give me envy, give me malice, &lt;em&gt;give me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a-a-attention&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy ur weekend. I have a sweet 15 party tomorrow, I'm happy-.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;LadyC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-1058654295277254857?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/1058654295277254857/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=1058654295277254857&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1058654295277254857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1058654295277254857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/08/thatsnotgonnachange.html' title='That&apos;sNotGonnaChange#'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-6095482370296412743</id><published>2009-08-13T15:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:42:57.651-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovesick girl looking for a change'/><title type='text'>WindsOfChange#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cambié el playlist. Sentí que necesitaba un cambio. Hope u like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdí mi collar, ese que tengo en la foto con la osita. Lo extraño, aunque suene tonto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;LadyC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-6095482370296412743?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/6095482370296412743/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=6095482370296412743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6095482370296412743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6095482370296412743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/08/windsofchange.html' title='WindsOfChange#'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-4844910576124336729</id><published>2009-08-09T14:26:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:42:43.340-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow (L)'/><title type='text'>Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat#</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8YZcQyILI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Aulu8d6fmMg/s1600-h/P1000310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368036106211303602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8YZcQyILI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Aulu8d6fmMg/s400/P1000310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8Wj18ZGMI/AAAAAAAAAr0/AdUXzfsTHoo/s1600-h/P1000453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368034085880535234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8Wj18ZGMI/AAAAAAAAAr0/AdUXzfsTHoo/s400/P1000453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8WkNpFHyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/T46tC9i4fzI/s1600-h/P1000454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368034092241985314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8WkNpFHyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/T46tC9i4fzI/s400/P1000454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8Wjl8axzI/AAAAAAAAArs/mlAK_xFdIeI/s1600-h/P1000683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368034081585678130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8Wjl8axzI/AAAAAAAAArs/mlAK_xFdIeI/s400/P1000683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8T41H1klI/AAAAAAAAArk/YSWwVYNL68Q/s1600-h/P1000670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368031147902472786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8T41H1klI/AAAAAAAAArk/YSWwVYNL68Q/s400/P1000670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8T4YPRBeI/AAAAAAAAArc/1WkC27TYDG8/s1600-h/P1000616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368031140149003746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8T4YPRBeI/AAAAAAAAArc/1WkC27TYDG8/s400/P1000616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8PBpyvw8I/AAAAAAAAArU/sdYdbxcfxNM/s1600-h/P1000401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368025801921905602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8PBpyvw8I/AAAAAAAAArU/sdYdbxcfxNM/s400/P1000401.JPG" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8OJ7yucnI/AAAAAAAAArM/008t9uYrwuA/s1600-h/P1000386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368024844680983154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8OJ7yucnI/AAAAAAAAArM/008t9uYrwuA/s400/P1000386.JPG" border="0" /&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8M-fideRI/AAAAAAAAArE/x4ECsfCnDzs/s1600-h/P1000910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368023548606380306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8M-fideRI/AAAAAAAAArE/x4ECsfCnDzs/s400/P1000910.JPG" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8MI9fWCwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/6wweNsUOiKY/s1600-h/P1000377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368022628933438210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8MI9fWCwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/6wweNsUOiKY/s400/P1000377.JPG" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8LeSmxLcI/AAAAAAAAAq0/4UX8l2ZjUSk/s1600-h/P1000333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368021895867346370" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8LeSmxLcI/AAAAAAAAAq0/4UX8l2ZjUSk/s400/P1000333.JPG" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8K0B7r7OI/AAAAAAAAAqs/54aCv1ioGPI/s1600-h/P1000305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368021169837173986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8K0B7r7OI/AAAAAAAAAqs/54aCv1ioGPI/s400/P1000305.JPG" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8HWW1KyEI/AAAAAAAAAqk/q5zGtEkeIoo/s1600-h/P1000291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368017361516021826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8HWW1KyEI/AAAAAAAAAqk/q5zGtEkeIoo/s400/P1000291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloggers&lt;/strong&gt;: esto es una mínima parte de lo que mi retina alcanzó a captar para guardar por siempre en mis recuerdos. Fue &lt;strong&gt;fuckin'amazin' &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; espero que alguna vez lo vean los que no lo vieron &amp;amp; disfruten as much as I did. &amp;amp; reconozco que, para ser un &lt;strong&gt;family trip&lt;/strong&gt;, fue muy bueno. Anyway, el viajecito quedó bastante eclipsado por miles de cosas que pasaron después, ya les contaré mas adelante.&lt;/div&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;div align="right"&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-4844910576124336729?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/4844910576124336729/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=4844910576124336729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4844910576124336729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4844910576124336729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/08/greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.html' title='Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat#'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sn8YZcQyILI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Aulu8d6fmMg/s72-c/P1000310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2571849481470584757</id><published>2009-07-17T22:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:56:07.168-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye people.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me voy a Bariloche. No me acuerdo cuando vuelvo, pero es más o menos una semana. Espero que este viajecito me ayude para replantearme algunas cosas. Cuídense mucho . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lady&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.D.: Tengo una nueva cámara!Es una Lumix fs42 Pink (L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.D.2: Ayer cumplieron 15 una de mis BFFS &amp;amp; the guy that rocks my world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2571849481470584757?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2571849481470584757/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2571849481470584757&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2571849481470584757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2571849481470584757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-voy-bariloche.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-4582359727920587428</id><published>2009-07-14T13:36:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:05:39.162-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girls'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sl0csZZi2gI/AAAAAAAAApk/OWr9igceCo0/s1600-h/milady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358470680698608130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sl0csZZi2gI/AAAAAAAAApk/OWr9igceCo0/s400/milady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/07/2009&lt;br /&gt;08:24:49 p.m.&lt;em&gt; "*podés seguir intentando, porqe la verdad es qe yo sé, qe si vos te proponés algo lo vas a lograr Cami, te lo merecés !, pero si preferís seguir otro camino, también esta bien amor, porqe capaz qe la próxima sea la correcta. nadie tiene la culpa, porqe vos no elegis enamorarte, y el tampoco eligió sentir lo qe sea qe siente, capaz qe más adelante vas a ser feliz con qe qede una linda amistad, aunqe ahora te duela, [qe lamentablemente, en esto del amor es imposible no sufrir], pero yo sé qe vos sos fuerte y podés lograr todo lo qe qieras, porqe SABÉS lo qe qerés :)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias, Nuria, te juro que fue lo mejor que me dijeron en estos días.-Lo quería subir en la entrada anterior pero quedaba muy largo-Te amo tanto amiga! &amp;amp; espero que lo que me dijiste sea ciertoxd Pongo nuestra foto torcida porqe soy re heavy&amp;amp; re jodida (?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno hoy tuve que ir a particular de Matemática para hacer los 13 puntos que dejó de tarea la conchuda de la profesora, porque cada vez entiendo menos, pero me fue bieeeeeeen &amp;amp; comprendí todo todito- aplausos para Camelot- Después me fui a Banfield pero no había nadie :'(, así qe volví a casita, terminé de copiar lo de mate &amp;amp; me fui de compras a Lomas, &amp;amp; me compré una novela histórica de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1400 págs&lt;/span&gt;, así que en Bariloche voy a tener para entretenerme. Igual no se preocupen, van a tener que soportarme hasta el viernes. Saludos hermosos bloggers, TAKE CARE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-4582359727920587428?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/4582359727920587428/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=4582359727920587428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4582359727920587428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4582359727920587428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/07/08072009-082449-p.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sl0csZZi2gI/AAAAAAAAApk/OWr9igceCo0/s72-c/milady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-8757384012942090067</id><published>2009-07-12T00:41:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:42:33.016-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youuuu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The veronicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;re crazy'/><title type='text'>CA-RA-DU-RA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let'sPretendYou'reMine &gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El "pretend", por ahora (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeeeeeeeeeeeees cuento; Camelot sacó ovarios de Dios sabe donde-bueno, la obligaron las amigas, fue por su salud mental- &amp;amp; fue, le dijo. No obtuvo respuesta, se calentó, se desilusionó, esa INDIFERENCIA le rompió el corazón-por eso la entrada anterior, es que la NADA es peor que un NO rotundo- Anyway, al otro día, después del aliento de sus BFFS(L)&amp;amp; sus BLOGGERS(L) decidió que NO, nada que ver, si no hablaba solito, lo hacía hablar ELLA. Al otro día, sus amigas deciden ayudarla ¡Te&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SllnA1PZMvI/AAAAAAAAAo8/J_YObeH2euc/s1600-h/trepaando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357426495723221746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SllnA1PZMvI/AAAAAAAAAo8/J_YObeH2euc/s400/trepaando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rminan persiguiendo al objeto en cuestión hasta la esquina de la casa:O! &lt;strong&gt;ÉSO&lt;/strong&gt; fue too much, pero cuando Camelot se reúne con sus amigas, sálvese quien pueda. Porque los planes -macabros- se hacen según lo que la mayoría apunta, &amp;amp; como ella estaba en contra de dos, perdió. Pero no, por una cuestión de DIGNIDAD, no abrió la boca. Eso fue ayer. Hoy si lo vió &amp;amp; dijo " fue, NOW or &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;", así que sus amigas, COMPLACIDAS, la mandaron hasta la boca del lobo-si, otra vez persecusión para nada discimulada- &amp;amp; la hicieron hablar. Haciendo uso de sus años de caradura, dijo todo lo que tenía que decir. Obvio que quedaron como &lt;em&gt;amigos&lt;/em&gt;, pero ahora, HE KNOWS, así que eso no va a durar mucho...Poor little boy, que técnicamente no hizo &lt;strong&gt;NADA&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;ahí&lt;/em&gt; estuvo su error - jaja, así que no se preocupen, no me suicidé, sigo vivita &amp;amp; con muchas ganas de bailar. (De hecho, fue la manera más bizarra &amp;amp;divertida de decir "&lt;em&gt;Me encantás&lt;/em&gt;", aunque no haya terminado como en todas las pelíulas de amor xD) Gracias por la buena onda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;XoXo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;LadyC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-8757384012942090067?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/8757384012942090067/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=8757384012942090067&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8757384012942090067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8757384012942090067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/07/ca-ra-du-ra.html' title='CA-RA-DU-RA'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SllnA1PZMvI/AAAAAAAAAo8/J_YObeH2euc/s72-c/trepaando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-5300966234426675223</id><published>2009-07-08T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:40:29.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SlUgTZFFP1I/AAAAAAAAAos/eyiCEctCR6k/s1600-h/bh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356222849348878162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 542px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SlUgTZFFP1I/AAAAAAAAAos/eyiCEctCR6k/s400/bh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&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/5100974286711412655-5300966234426675223?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/5300966234426675223/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=5300966234426675223&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/5300966234426675223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/5300966234426675223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SlUgTZFFP1I/AAAAAAAAAos/eyiCEctCR6k/s72-c/bh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-8963678747935014882</id><published>2009-07-07T20:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:52:12.138-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SlPfcrUr84I/AAAAAAAAAok/6dYrH8L99Vg/s1600-h/Con+Mis+Amadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355870065632473986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SlPfcrUr84I/AAAAAAAAAok/6dYrH8L99Vg/s320/Con+Mis+Amadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NoExisteElPresentePerfecto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;No existe el presente perfecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No existe el presente perfecto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No existe el presente perfecto .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Porque no importa qué tan perfecto sea, nunca somos conscientes de lo que tenemos, hasta que pasa algo malo &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;ahí&lt;/strong&gt; valoramos lo bueno que fue el momento; lo bien que estábamos, lo que teníamos.¿Tan difíciles tenemos que ser? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-8963678747935014882?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/8963678747935014882/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=8963678747935014882&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8963678747935014882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8963678747935014882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/07/noexisteelpresenteperfecto-no-existe-el.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SlPfcrUr84I/AAAAAAAAAok/6dYrH8L99Vg/s72-c/Con+Mis+Amadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2845963576044550589</id><published>2009-07-04T21:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:03:13.443-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avril Lavigne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youuuu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan(L'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TheDay&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ThatYou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SlippedAway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WasThe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;DayI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FoundIt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Won'tBe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;TheSame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1°Dios! Si ese día hubiéramos tenido más tiempo, te decía todo &amp;amp; a la mierda, no te volvía a ver hasta Agosto-Soy caradura, pero tampoco para tanto, iba a necesitar algo de tiempo sin verte para asimilar la que me acababa de mandarxD-. Pero no, no pude, me quedó un nudo en la garganta, no supe cómo corno explicarte lo que me pasa,pero la próxima vez que te vea, junto fuerzas de Dios sabe dónde &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;te lo digo&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2°Hoy es el cumple del loco bajito más adorable que pudo haber aparecido en mi blog. Feliz cumpleaños, Juan Francisco! Te amo tanto, cosita lindaaa que es fanática de Barney &amp;amp; que cuando comemos flan con crema sólo come la crema. Espero que la hayas pasado lindo, nos vemos prontito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sk_7S_AxrqI/AAAAAAAAAls/QlgQMykkZss/s1600-h/Juan(L.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354774785537715874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sk_7S_AxrqI/AAAAAAAAAls/QlgQMykkZss/s320/Juan(L.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3°Aaai porcina de mierda! Quiero salirrrrrrrrrrr, no quedarme acá escuchando música emo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good day for you bitches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LadyC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2845963576044550589?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2845963576044550589/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2845963576044550589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2845963576044550589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2845963576044550589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/07/theday-thatyou-slippedaway-wasthe-dayi.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sk_7S_AxrqI/AAAAAAAAAls/QlgQMykkZss/s72-c/Juan(L.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-7594429501354454641</id><published>2009-07-03T22:56:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:48:12.309-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love,love, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"¿Te ha pasado que cuando ves a una persona por primera vez, comienzas a &lt;strong&gt;sudar &lt;/strong&gt;como nunca, tienes&lt;strong&gt; palpitaciones&lt;/strong&gt;, tus manos &lt;strong&gt;tiemblan&lt;/strong&gt;, te &lt;strong&gt;ruborizas&lt;/strong&gt;, sientes ese &lt;strong&gt;cosquilleo&lt;/strong&gt; en el estómago; se te va la onda, &lt;strong&gt;tartamudeas&lt;/strong&gt; y comienzas a &lt;strong&gt;reirte de la nada&lt;/strong&gt;?. Bueno pues esto indica nada más y nada menos que aquella persona que esta frente tuyo es bioquimicamente tu media naranja. Es a quien has estado esperado por mucho tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Esta sensaciones tienen su porque en fundamentos psicológicos y físicos que se van construyendo desde la niñez. Antes de que una persona se fije en otra, ya ha construido un mapa mental, un molde completo de circuitos cerebrales que determinan lo que le hará enamorarse de una persona &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y no de otra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;El sexólogo John Money considera que los niños desarrollan esos mapas entre los 5 y 8 años de edad, en base a las asociaciones con miembros de su familia, amigos, con experiencias y hechos fortuitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Así pues &lt;strong&gt;antes&lt;/strong&gt; de que el verdadero amor llegue a tí , tu &lt;strong&gt;ya elaboraste sus rasgos esenciales,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;es la persona ideal a quien amar&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mmmm, interesting. Jaja, llegué a la página de casualidad &amp;amp; me llamó la atencíon. What do you think? Será verdad , que, no necesitamos conocer a esa persona para que sus características nos enamoren? Nono, es increíble lo cursi que suena esto, pero bueno, díganle Friday Night Fever :P Eeeen fin, Have a nice weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;XoXo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LadyC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-7594429501354454641?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/7594429501354454641/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=7594429501354454641&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7594429501354454641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7594429501354454641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-ha-pasado-que-cuando-ves-una-persona.html' title='Love,love, love'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2659702407202111651</id><published>2009-07-01T18:28:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:50:41.988-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youuuu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don'tWanna&lt;/span&gt;thinkAbout&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;OrThinkAbout&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don'tWannaFigureThisOut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don'tWanna&lt;/em&gt;ThinkAbout&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;OrThinkAbout&lt;em&gt;Nothing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don'tWanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;TalkThisOneOut&lt;/em&gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pero lo hago; eso es lo peor. Siempre pensando en vos, en mí, en esta relación rara de que un día prácticamente me ames &amp;amp; al otro apenas me saludes. Estoy cansada de preguntarme si sos bipolar o estás confundido, si no te importo o te importo pero eso te dá miedo... Whateveeeeeeeer, hoy no hicimos nada digno de mención, un amigo re amor me regaló un chocolate^^ jaja, lo acabo de disfrutar con la lechexD, el preceptor me retó porque tenía la faldita corta,por culpa de unos amigos que fueron de puro buchones a decirles (&amp;amp; todo porque les pregunté si les gustaba mi prendedor de Marilyn Monroe)¬¬ A la tarde tuve Inglés, llegué hace un ratito &amp;amp; mientras escucho Me Against The World, de Simple Plan (L) -Si, los estoy escuchando mucho ultimamente, hacía bocha que no los escuchaba-. decidí actualizar. Pero no hay más que decir, así que me retiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;XoXo (Muchos, a cambio de golosinas, que ésta es la semana! ),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LadyC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2659702407202111651?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2659702407202111651/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2659702407202111651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2659702407202111651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2659702407202111651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dontwanna-thinkabout-you-orthinkabout.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-3983894518420711254</id><published>2009-06-30T20:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:23:04.248-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedo hecho perchita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada que contar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><title type='text'>Babies time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Skqd9lPPi6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Knmlon_qnZ0/s1600-h/With+My+LadyC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353264788376882082" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Skqd9lPPi6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Knmlon_qnZ0/s320/With+My+LadyC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;De&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Pensar&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bloggeeeeeeeeeers ! jaja, no tengo mucho que contarles de mi vida, pero primero les digo que ni blog tiene un nuevo look &amp;amp; lo amo &amp;amp; me pone feliz verloxD.Ahora si;hoy llegué al colegio, una hora para corregir la tarea de Lengua que no había hecho, después una hora de misa, después recreo, después faltó el profesor de Catequesis así que horita libre &amp;amp; salí de paseo con mis tocayas por las galerías para perder tiempo &amp;amp; comprar chupetines, después Inglés &amp;amp; no hicimos un carajo porque estamos con suplente &amp;amp; encima no encontraba el libro &amp;amp; no lo llevé. Después otro recreíto, una mini hora de Inglés de 35 minutos, salida, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME LASTIMÉ EL DEDO:'(&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; se me salió la pielcita &amp;amp; me dolió aunque la cicatriz es mínima, &amp;amp; cuando estaba por irme... Viene la directora a las corridas a decirme que mañana entro &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dos horas más tarde:D&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; bueno obvio que lo vi(L) pero no hablamos too much. A las tres me fui a particular &amp;amp; después pasé a buscar a Flopp para perder tiempo en Maipú (calle principal de Banfield), &amp;amp; nos pusimos a hablar de los nombres para nuestros futuros bebés; porque sí, a mi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me fascinan los bebés&lt;/span&gt;. Me encantan estas combinaciones: Elizabeth Zoe X (el apellido lo sabemos un par de afortunadas &amp;amp;yo ),Olivia Ailín, Isabella Nair,Valentino Joaquín ,Ludovico blablabla X. (SI, LUDOVICO, se la re banca) ,Teodoro o Lautaro. La cosa es que les muestro los nombres con el segundo nombre, porque ni en pedo les pongo uno sólo. No, no estoy loca. Bueno, si, pero no por esto. ¿Y ustedes?¿Pensaron algún nombre? jajaja, en fin, los dejo con una linda linda linda (? foto con Nunita, una de mis amigas más Glams en el planeta , que me escucha &amp;amp; sabe todo de mí -&amp;amp; de él,por supuesto- (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-3983894518420711254?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/3983894518420711254/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=3983894518420711254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/3983894518420711254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/3983894518420711254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/06/babies-time.html' title='Babies time!'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Skqd9lPPi6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Knmlon_qnZ0/s72-c/With+My+LadyC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-4590873501561631905</id><published>2009-06-29T18:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:34:37.902-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youuuu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Plan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lpm! Ojalá esa canción no fuera más que una canción para mi, ojalá no tuviera valor...Ojalá no me recordara a vos! Es tan molesto que el 90% de las canciones de mi celular me recuerden a vos; cuando quiero escuchar música para no pensar...Sos lo primero en mi cabeza! Trato de recordar cuando no eras parte de mi vida, cuando no dependía de tu sonrisa para que aparezca la mía, pero no puedo, porque pienso en esa etapa como una en la que estaba incompleta, que nada me movía. Estoy con vos &amp;amp; vuelo, vuelvo a ser una nena, la que está no tan atrás, me reduzco a ser yo en toda mi expresión. Con vos no finjo, nunca te mentiría-Sólo cuando me preguntás si de verdad me pasa algo con alguien &amp;amp; no me da el coraje para decirte que sos vos...-, no me siento presionada para nada. Somos amigos, &amp;amp; sos de esas personas que no se encuentran en cualquier parte, que valen oro. A veces mostrás celos &amp;amp; yo pienso &lt;em&gt;"De verdad estás celoso? Seguro que no estás jugando como pensás que yo lo hago?" &lt;/em&gt;No falta mucho para que explote &amp;amp; te confiese todo, que me podés, que aunque ser tu amiga sea un tesoro inigualable, quiero algo más. No, no quiero, &lt;em&gt;necesito&lt;/em&gt; algo más. Que no es un enamoramiento de secundaria, que no creo que te &lt;em&gt;"ame",&lt;/em&gt; porque no sé lo que es eso , pero no es sólo el que me gustes . Porque no me gustás desdse el primer día, tuve tiempo de conocerte &amp;amp; ver la hermosa persona que eras para caer rendida por vos, entonces mínimo te tengo el cariño que le tengo a un amigo. Pero además somos muy buenos amigos, en algún momento fuiste el mejor de ellos, entonces te quiero como tal. En un momento fuimos tan unidos, no sé si nos contábamos todo, pero yo sentía que podía confiar en vos &amp;amp; creo que te hice saber que eras libre de decirme lo que quisieras , que yo iba a estar para vos. Pero entonces mi cabeza, mi corazón, no se quien, tomó cartas en el asunto &amp;amp; nos distanciamos un poco. Al principio fue un cambio tremendo, con el tiempo volvimos a tomarnos nuestros ratos, pero no vuelve a ser lo que fué un año atrás, antes de que me volvieras loca. &lt;em&gt;¿Será que, al final, me enamoré de mi mejor amigo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-4590873501561631905?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/4590873501561631905/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=4590873501561631905&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4590873501561631905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4590873501561631905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/06/addicted-to-you-lpm-ojala-esa-cancion.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-6414190045981206854</id><published>2009-06-26T22:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:20:17.712-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='División Minúscula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She is'/><title type='text'>back back baccckkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pecho  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si, LadyCamelot volvió para rato. Y esta vez es cierto. Para probarlo, les traigo una anécdota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Preceptor: Chicos, miren que tienen que sacar todos los carteles para el domingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LadyC: Pero Lucho-el precep-, tenemos un montón de carteles! No podemos poner un afiche blanco?^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lucho: No, saquen todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LadyC: ='( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Con dolor(MUCHO!), la chica &amp;amp; sus amigas comenzaron a retitrar los carteles, fotos,dibujos &amp;amp; frases que con mucho esfuerzo habían pegado. Al rato, como estaban en hora libre, la directora apareció. Comenzó a retarlos ya que el preceptor había abandonado el salón por solo dos minutos &amp;amp; ya habían armado desorden, &amp;amp; cuando el preceptor volviió dijo : &lt;em&gt;"No Luciano, acá no se vota" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LadyC: &lt;strong&gt;WTF? La puta que te parió!&lt;/strong&gt; Este colegio desorganizado de mierda &amp;amp; la concha de su hermana...! &amp;amp; Siguió así por un rato puteando con sus compañeros hasta que volvieron a hacer lo que estaban haciendo antes...nada. O sea, saben lo que es perder &lt;strong&gt;mañanas enteras&lt;/strong&gt; para diseñar esa pared, elegir las frases, imprimir fotos nuestras haciendo cosas raras, ERA NUESTRO SANTUARIO! &amp;amp; tuvimos que sacarlo al pedo.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Así que si, ODIÉ a mi colegio hoy. Pero igual pasaron cosas lindas DAAH^^ que compensan todo! (jaja, igual eso queda en mi mente, no lo voy a plasmar al blogxP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mi marido? Bien, gracias. Nos divorciamos:D jajaj no lo hicimos oficial, pero ya ni nos hablamos soooo " &lt;em&gt;Ella está soltera, con sus amigas revuelta&lt;/em&gt;" jaja, nunca me lo tomé demasiado en serio, en realidad. Ennnnnnnnnnn fin, gracias por la buena onda en la otra entrada&lt;/span&gt; , bueen finde :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LadyC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:Michael and Farra(w)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-6414190045981206854?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/6414190045981206854/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=6414190045981206854&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6414190045981206854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6414190045981206854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-back-baccckkk.html' title='back back baccckkk'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-6879577125802580871</id><published>2009-05-20T22:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:46:39.368-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuckin&apos; maths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She is'/><title type='text'>She is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ShSyTb7i0qI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6zDSNLSZe18/s1600-h/4186_1181520096264_1176052849_30567512_1208589_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338087505325642402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ShSyTb7i0qI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6zDSNLSZe18/s320/4186_1181520096264_1176052849_30567512_1208589_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camelot no se murió, pero no vino nunca más porque cuando tenía ganas no tenía tiempo &amp;amp; cuando tenía tiempo no tenía ganas. Tampoco tengo muchas ganas ahorita, pero como los quiero vengo para decirles que sigo viva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hace más de una semana que no me paso, así que voy a relatarles lo más importante; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;estoy en cualquiera&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; eso no fue grave hasta que me saqué &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;un dos en Matemática&lt;/span&gt;. -Cuando en el examen de Inglés cometí un error muy pelotudo corregido por mi compañerito de banco &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me la vi venir&lt;/span&gt;, pero decidí hacer &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;caso omiso&lt;/span&gt;.- No pienso decir nada en mi casa todavía, porque aunque ahora no quiera, el sábado si voy a querer salir &amp;amp; bueno, uds. entienden. Les prometo que en unos días paso por sus blogsitos hermosos a ver como andan, yo estoy medio tristona &amp;amp; desganada como para pasar ahora, prefiero pasarme cuando tenga un mejor ánimo para no mandar a nadie a la mierda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besos ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;amelot !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-6879577125802580871?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/6879577125802580871/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=6879577125802580871&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6879577125802580871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6879577125802580871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-is.html' title='She is'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ShSyTb7i0qI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6zDSNLSZe18/s72-c/4186_1181520096264_1176052849_30567512_1208589_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-7881390784844975401</id><published>2009-05-09T12:48:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:32:09.131-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dengue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Strokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freaky dogs'/><title type='text'>Mi perro es raro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Papá...El perro está nervioso.- &lt;/em&gt;Dijo Camelot a su padre, antes de contarle lo visto. El hombre parecía saber de antemano lo que iba a decirle(Que Terry- My dog's name- lloraba mientras daba vueltas en círculo alrededor del patio UNA &amp;amp; OTRA VEZ, después paraba, miraba un punto fijo en el piso &amp;amp; seguía)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Hay algún gato por ahí?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Si, había uno, ya lo eché.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A bueno,entonces era eso.-&lt;/em&gt; Contestó muy tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lo que sólo significa una cosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SgWvp6311RI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5Q4QH_hd8wU/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333862468403189010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SgWvp6311RI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5Q4QH_hd8wU/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MI &lt;strong&gt;PERRO&lt;/strong&gt; LE TIENE MIEDO A LOS &lt;strong&gt;GATOS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me siento como una madre que quería tener una hija bailarina cuando la nena le dice que quiere ser boxeadora (? Bueno hermosos bloggers, los dejo. Buen sábado, &amp;amp; usen repelente, porque &lt;strong&gt;el dengue está entre nosotros. &lt;/strong&gt;(Si, ya se lo que piensan&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You talk way too muuuuuuuuuuuuuch!'&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5100974286711412655-7881390784844975401?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/7881390784844975401/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=7881390784844975401&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7881390784844975401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7881390784844975401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/05/sueno-frustrado-por-culpa-de-mi-perro.html' title='Mi perro es raro'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SgWvp6311RI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5Q4QH_hd8wU/s72-c/P1010006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-8801403819167162359</id><published>2009-05-05T20:44:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:18:58.737-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leighton Meester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>C is for CARADURA !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SgDeLrZY8II/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GOJqGIxw9aM/s1600-h/leighton-meester-reebok-top-down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332506251015811202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SgDeLrZY8II/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GOJqGIxw9aM/s400/leighton-meester-reebok-top-down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; cada vez estoy más convencida de eso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xD jajaja,(Después les cuento) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoy tuve prueba de Lengua, me fue bien, en Catequesis hablamos(o mejor dicho habló el profesor mientras que yo pensaba en cualquier otra cosa, pero igual escuché) de Kim Phuc( Qué historia !), &amp;amp; más tarde en la hora de Inglés mis compañeros le discutieron a la vieja que explica como el orto &amp;amp; por eso a todos les va mal (Yo me saqué 10 en la prueba sin estudiar,así que calladita la bocaxD) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saludos lindos Bloggers (: &amp;amp; si quieren ser aún más lindos, hay un botoncito que dice seguir; no duden en hacer clic (no me hago responsable de a donde lleguen por seguirme, pero la intención es buena (? ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;Dress me, I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mannequin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-8801403819167162359?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/8801403819167162359/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=8801403819167162359&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8801403819167162359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8801403819167162359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/05/c-is-for-caradura.html' title='C is for CARADURA !'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SgDeLrZY8II/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GOJqGIxw9aM/s72-c/leighton-meester-reebok-top-down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-7179709037675890156</id><published>2009-05-04T18:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:26:37.205-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joda Loca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cumpleaños'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cansei de ser sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estrategias para convencer a los padres'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sf9crwvMhkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_y42O5oRFr0/s1600-h/042109124738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332082390716941890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sf9crwvMhkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_y42O5oRFr0/s320/042109124738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿Cuándo?:Sábado a la mañana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Situacíón:Padres charlando en el living, Camelot en la PC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Camilaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;" Se escucha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Me llamaron&lt;/em&gt;?" Voz angelical en la respuesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Si, bajá"&lt;/em&gt; Camelot baja. Mientras su madre(que se levantó temprano &amp;amp; no desayuné), está comiendo unos Finitos de Bimbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Qué vas a hacer hoy?"&lt;/em&gt; Dice el padre. Ella sabe que no van a dejarla salir, pero si preguntan es porque evidentemente ya tiene el permiso para hacer lo que quiera. Vuelve a adaptar su voz para sonar como la santa que (no) es. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;No sé, en realidad no pregunté porque vos no me dejabas&lt;/em&gt;" Insertar pestañitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Siiiiiiii, &lt;strong&gt;yo te dejo&lt;/strong&gt; ;)" &lt;/em&gt;Camelot sabe que la batalla está ganada, pero tiene que confirmarlo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Pero pará, vos hablas de la tarde o de la noche&lt;/em&gt;?" Inocencia en la voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hablo de la tarde, pero si queres salir a la noche no hay problema&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Camelot piensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL&lt;/strong&gt; YEAH&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH YEAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Así que se reunió con sus amigas, fue a lo de un amigo, pero volvió temprano porque no conocía a nadie &amp;amp; no había too many people &amp;amp; se quedaron viendo películas, hablando de boys &amp;amp; jugando Guitar Hero (L) hasta las siete de la mañana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.D.: Feliz cumple Juan Ma (si, vos, el de la foto), &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;te quiero&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-7179709037675890156?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/7179709037675890156/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=7179709037675890156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7179709037675890156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7179709037675890156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuandosabado-la-manana.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sf9crwvMhkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_y42O5oRFr0/s72-c/042109124738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2069713714771518438</id><published>2009-05-01T18:11:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:46:26.902-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The veronicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tests del facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Los odio. Es muy injusto que en todos dé en el blanco. No le podés mandar fruta &lt;em&gt;una vez?&lt;/em&gt; Se me dió por usar este color chillante, si no ven se joden ^^. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tengo que estudiarme la vida &amp;amp; no es justo, encima mi viejo no me quiere dejar salir así que peor todavía, estoy muy enojada. Me saqué un 10 en Inglés &amp;amp; un 9 en Física, no te parece que me lo merezco?OK ya salí los últimos dos findes, pero eso no significa que no pueda salir este. Aparte, te recuerdo que no voy a ir a ver a The Kooks porque no te parece que vaya, entonces &lt;em&gt;ni siquiera un premio consuelo? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Igual el problema no es con uds, mis hermosos bloggers, espero que lo pasen GENIAL , el lunes les cuento si puedo salir o no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ffff;"&gt;P.D.: LES JURO que estoy de buen humor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ffff;"&gt;P.D. 2: Tengo ganas de mirar una peli... qué me recomiendan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ffff;"&gt;P.D. 3: Las chicas son unas divinas &amp;amp; les mandan besos, miren :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sfttti9-R3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZYw1fWru3h8/s1600-h/theveronicasmtvaustralia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330975213171394418" style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sfttti9-R3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZYw1fWru3h8/s320/theveronicasmtvaustralia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bitches&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2069713714771518438?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2069713714771518438/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2069713714771518438&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2069713714771518438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2069713714771518438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-cago-en-los-tests-del-facebook.html' title='Tests del facebook'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sfttti9-R3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZYw1fWru3h8/s72-c/theveronicasmtvaustralia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-1216547329579866368</id><published>2009-04-29T21:25:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:59:07.185-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana y Mia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SfjwV9wAhrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/R7zeXFAc5HU/s1600-h/040909190641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330274419136825010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SfjwV9wAhrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/R7zeXFAc5HU/s320/040909190641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Es &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aburrida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;perfección&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;adrenalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pasión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;P.D.:&lt;/span&gt; Oh si Cammi, tmb detesto a las wannabe, &amp;amp; recién después de leer tu comentario noté lo asquerosamente wannabe que sonaba mi entrada xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;P.D.2&lt;/span&gt;: &amp;amp; esa cara? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;P.D.3&lt;/span&gt;: Me están dando con todo en el colegio...Cuantas pruebas más me piensan tomar? ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-1216547329579866368?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/1216547329579866368/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=1216547329579866368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1216547329579866368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1216547329579866368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/es-tan-aburrida-la-perfeccion-dame.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SfjwV9wAhrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/R7zeXFAc5HU/s72-c/040909190641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-4699137408500579244</id><published>2009-04-27T20:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:44:27.953-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Kids on the Block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana y Mia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Clase de Bulimia y Anorexia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SfY-LSTkZEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Zw0NfQVg36Q/s1600-h/042609111847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329515572652958786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SfY-LSTkZEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Zw0NfQVg36Q/s400/042609111847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada importante que contarles, mis lindos bloggers. Pasé un finde bastante up, salí &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=D, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dormí mucho, comí postre balcarce (&amp;amp; me arrepiento) &amp;amp; después &lt;em&gt;llegó el temido &lt;strong&gt;lunes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuvimos clase de bulimia y anorexia. Empezó como un "La bulimia es..." y terminó con un "&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CUATRO COMIDAS OBLIGATORIAS- COLACIONES DE SER POSIBLE- EJERCICIO- DIETA BALANCEADA, Y TODOS FELICES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; yo pensaba "Algo que no sepa, PLEASE?" pero no, no pasó xD no tengo mucho que decir, porque en realidad no fue una mala clase, solo que aunque el tema me gusta, no me gusta tener que dar mis opiniones, porque honestamente &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;admiro la fuerza de voluntad de esas flacas  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;amp; no se les ocurra venir a decirme que ser bulímica/anoréxica es algo fácil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mis conocidos creen que estoy loca por algunos de mis hábitos (&amp;amp; otros ej. MAMÁ creen que soy una próxima vícitma), pero mi opinión es "Como lo que quiero, cuando quiero,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; PUNTO&lt;/span&gt;"  Porque para mí la hora de la comida es cuando uno tiene hambre, &amp;amp; si me despierto sin hambre lógicamente no voy a desayunar, o a comer entre comidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero igual no se preocupen, que soy la última que podría llegar a algo así, si vieran mi cuerpo verían lo lejos que estoy de ser raquítica         (? jaja claaro, a uds. les preocupo &amp;amp; todo (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.D.:Carita de domingo a la mañana haciendo la tarea &amp;amp; en pijama (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.D.2: Observen la perfección  (? de mis cejas vírgenes de cera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.D.3:Tengo pulsera violeta, roja, me salteo comidas, nunca como en público, pienso el 99.9% en mi cuerpo &amp;amp; en las cosas que cambiaría, pero &lt;strong&gt;no padezco trastorno alguno&lt;/strong&gt; .Es tan difícil de creer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.D. 4:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'re&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;n o w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-4699137408500579244?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/4699137408500579244/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=4699137408500579244&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4699137408500579244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4699137408500579244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/clase-de-bulimia-y-anorexia.html' title='Clase de Bulimia y Anorexia'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SfY-LSTkZEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Zw0NfQVg36Q/s72-c/042609111847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-8215429699079323162</id><published>2009-04-23T21:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:41:50.424-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blondie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SfEJZA9zCWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/KkrDyJoXfAM/s1600-h/042009135359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328050159516584290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SfEJZA9zCWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/KkrDyJoXfAM/s400/042009135359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;One way or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;, I'm gonna find ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm gonna&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;One way or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna win ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm gonna&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;P.D.: Y te lo juro, que quieras o no va a pasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.D.2: Obviar mi cara de loca-pirucha-retardada-blablablà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.D.3: Me retirè antes del cole porque me sentìa pachucha, pero iguaal fui a comp. aunque faltè a gim (esto ùltimo porque me quedè dormida xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.D.4:Buen finde Bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-8215429699079323162?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/8215429699079323162/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=8215429699079323162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8215429699079323162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8215429699079323162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-way-or-another-im-gonna-find-ya-im.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SfEJZA9zCWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/KkrDyJoXfAM/s72-c/042009135359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-6694922011017465025</id><published>2009-04-21T21:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:52:04.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Se5pjktqD-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KGm__ST4x-c/s1600-h/042009135842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311469097390050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Se5pjktqD-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KGm__ST4x-c/s400/042009135842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc66cc"&gt;Pide&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#6633ff"&gt;lo&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;que&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#00cccc"&gt;tu&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;quieras&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;no&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;estoy&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;jugando&lt;/font&gt; .&lt;/font&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/5100974286711412655-6694922011017465025?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/6694922011017465025/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=6694922011017465025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6694922011017465025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6694922011017465025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/pide-lo-que-tu-quieras-no-estoy-jugando.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Se5pjktqD-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KGm__ST4x-c/s72-c/042009135842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-7289215388816749531</id><published>2009-04-20T21:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:54:33.151-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Se0Xhvd6X_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/TJVHE-B-pk0/s1600-h/042009135517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326939802694213618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Se0Xhvd6X_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/TJVHE-B-pk0/s400/042009135517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mucho cuidado, que están hablando con una mujer &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-7289215388816749531?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/7289215388816749531/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=7289215388816749531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7289215388816749531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7289215388816749531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/mucho-cuidado-que-estan-hablando-con.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Se0Xhvd6X_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/TJVHE-B-pk0/s72-c/042009135517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2510651255657572681</id><published>2009-04-18T14:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:38:32.833-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coco Rocha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demi Lovato'/><title type='text'>Don't forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SeoPpLdpxWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/49d4OwtH4k4/s1600-h/coco-rocha-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326086709445248354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SeoPpLdpxWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/49d4OwtH4k4/s400/coco-rocha-49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;But somewhere we went &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;;we were once&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;is like a &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;you can't forget it&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2510651255657572681?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2510651255657572681/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2510651255657572681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2510651255657572681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2510651255657572681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t forget'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SeoPpLdpxWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/49d4OwtH4k4/s72-c/coco-rocha-49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-9182076872138819186</id><published>2009-04-16T17:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:20:45.649-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some stupid stuff written by me on my flash time'/><title type='text'>Flash time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SeedDtKmfxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/aEouQ8GEMuE/s1600-h/Belenchaa+(L.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325397771378130706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SeedDtKmfxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/aEouQ8GEMuE/s400/Belenchaa+(L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Y el día que una chica como yo pueda despertar pasiones capaces de separar hermanos que se conocieron en el vientre, los cerdos van a volar con tutús &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lilas &lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;naranja flúor&lt;/span&gt;, bailando la macarena y fumándose un paco."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-9182076872138819186?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/9182076872138819186/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=9182076872138819186&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/9182076872138819186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/9182076872138819186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/flash-time.html' title='Flash time'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SeedDtKmfxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/aEouQ8GEMuE/s72-c/Belenchaa+(L.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-915746011004105162</id><published>2009-04-11T15:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:58:20.658-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>Nothing compares to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SeDoNaHe2PI/AAAAAAAAAW0/oxpFFhiuWjg/s1600-h/daah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323510076598573298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SeDoNaHe2PI/AAAAAAAAAW0/oxpFFhiuWjg/s320/daah.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock'n'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;roll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, baby, don't you know that we're all &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; now? I need something to sing about. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock'n'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roll&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HEY&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; don't you know, baby, we're all alone &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;? I need something to sing about. Rock'n'roll, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEY&lt;/span&gt;, don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Give me something to sing about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-915746011004105162?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/915746011004105162/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=915746011004105162&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/915746011004105162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/915746011004105162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-compares-to-you.html' title='Nothing compares to you'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SeDoNaHe2PI/AAAAAAAAAW0/oxpFFhiuWjg/s72-c/daah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-1749214191254997815</id><published>2009-04-09T14:50:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:49:05.351-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The veronicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sd53XuY2lGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/J0aKJF90plQ/s1600-h/040909191257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322823059071472738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sd53XuY2lGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/J0aKJF90plQ/s400/040909191257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I want you &lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt; that I just can't resist you;It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not enough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to say&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;.I feel so untouched right&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;; need you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;somehow &lt;/strong&gt;I can't&lt;em&gt; forget&lt;/em&gt; you.Been going crazy from the moment &lt;em&gt;I met you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-1749214191254997815?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/1749214191254997815/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=1749214191254997815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1749214191254997815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1749214191254997815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-want-you-so-much-that-i-just-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sd53XuY2lGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/J0aKJF90plQ/s72-c/040909191257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-3187433891575456023</id><published>2009-04-06T18:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:16:16.176-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christina Aguilera'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sdp--UXsjtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/6eQo0MQnM-g/s1600-h/032809202434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321705518776749778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sdp--UXsjtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/6eQo0MQnM-g/s400/032809202434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Slow down baby ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; lady&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-3187433891575456023?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/3187433891575456023/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=3187433891575456023&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/3187433891575456023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/3187433891575456023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/slow-down-baby-im-not-your-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sdp--UXsjtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/6eQo0MQnM-g/s72-c/032809202434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-595168666190788779</id><published>2009-04-03T20:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:33:24.626-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SdacrPapo5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/nTcMb2dUGe0/s1600-h/cumple+de+clau.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320612276471440274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SdacrPapo5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/nTcMb2dUGe0/s400/cumple+de+clau.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I lay a&lt;/em&gt;w&lt;em&gt;ake thinking of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-595168666190788779?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/595168666190788779/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=595168666190788779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/595168666190788779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/595168666190788779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-i-lay-w-ake-thinking-of-him.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SdacrPapo5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/nTcMb2dUGe0/s72-c/cumple+de+clau.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-8953818205984656261</id><published>2009-04-02T12:47:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:31:58.504-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye to you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football hotties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malvinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kudai'/><title type='text'>MALVINAS ARGENTINAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Si, son nuestras. Aunque alrededor de 650 jóvenes tuvieron que perder la vida para defenderlas y no lograron hacerlo oficial, las Malvinas&lt;em&gt; son&lt;/em&gt; y serán &lt;em&gt;nuestras&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320122316268751874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SdTfDzbTzAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/05ds7lKryf0/s320/033109130729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;B*day, Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; so much !&lt;/span&gt; (31/3) And Happy B*day prima maruu, I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thanks for all honey.&lt;/span&gt; (1/4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Respecto al fuchibol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cierto, Fernandito tiene lo suyo, aunque eso no quita que siga babeándome por el Kun xD Oscéa, si los veo a los dos juntos empiezo a hiperventilar xD De todos modos, con el paseo que nos dieron los bolivianos ayer, ni ganas de hablar de fútbol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A ver, honestamente,&lt;/span&gt; toda la alegría que tenía hace unos días se me fue al ca ra jo , y me revienta que sea así porque creo que no me lo merezco, no sé. Me confundo, y él no me ayuda para nada¿Me podés explicar &lt;em&gt;qué querés&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Espero que guardes de mi &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;algún recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Yo por mi parte prefiero &lt;em&gt;renunciar &lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.D&lt;/span&gt;.:Una flor para Alfonsín de mi parte, padre de la Democracia Argentina. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gracias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-8953818205984656261?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/8953818205984656261/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=8953818205984656261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8953818205984656261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8953818205984656261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/04/riot.html' title='MALVINAS ARGENTINAS'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SdTfDzbTzAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/05ds7lKryf0/s72-c/033109130729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-6626187522056814058</id><published>2009-03-28T21:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:27:02.372-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shiny toy guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><title type='text'>Ready, set, go !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sc7K4DPKFwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7SV73c-ELe8/s1600-h/032709202119.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318411274261501698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sc7K4DPKFwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7SV73c-ELe8/s320/032709202119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cuento la historia de mi compromiso lo más rápido posible especialmente para mi amiga &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ASH &lt;/span&gt;que lo pidió- PERO ACLARO QUE ES ESTÚPIDO-:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hay un chico que&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;me gusta&lt;/em&gt; (de hecho, es un año y varias cabezas más chico)pero que es &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mí &lt;/strong&gt;amigo&lt;/em&gt;. La cosa es que lo ví "coqueteando" con las chicas nuevas y con otra que no es nueva pero creo que él no la conocía, y como es &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mí&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;amigo (reitero)me puse celosa. Así que,en lugar de hacérselo saber, fui haciéndome la linda y le dije"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Holaaa tomi, como andas?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;Entonces empezamos a hablar. Las nuevas (con quienes está todo bien y son divinas, ACLARO) no entendían ni jota. Y de golpe, la no nueva dijo "Qué te metés con mi hijo?" y yo, decidida a marcar territorio a toda costa (dado que eso ea lo que había ido a hacer), le dije "&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ES MÍ FUTURO MARIDO&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;SILENCIO SEPULCRAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;jaja no, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mentira,&lt;/span&gt; él se re copó, en lugar de pedirle a la policía una orden de restricción, lo cual es un avance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Entonces ese día, me comprometí. Al otro día lo saludé y estaba mi amiga, y empecé a joder con el tema y el se prendió, es taan genial que le va a dar el apellido a mis hijas sin padre(que son varias) , no le molesta que trabajemos en la calle Corrientes a la madrugada e incluso &lt;em&gt;pusimos fecha&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; 18 de Abril. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pero eso &lt;em&gt;no es todo&lt;/em&gt; : conseguí que cierta personita se pusiera &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CE-LO-SA !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SOY FELIZ ! SOY FELIZ ! (Aunque me hayan tomado prueba sorpresa de Matemáticas, tenga que dar un esquema de gimnasia el lunes y mi futuro marido me interese menos como marido- aunque como amigo es increíble- que Barney)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;P.D.: El Kun Agü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ero es hermoso &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O me equivoco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Silly boy, &lt;em&gt;gonna make you c r y .&lt;/em&gt; (you deserve it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-6626187522056814058?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/6626187522056814058/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=6626187522056814058&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6626187522056814058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6626187522056814058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/03/ready-set-go.html' title='Ready, set, go !'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sc7K4DPKFwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7SV73c-ELe8/s72-c/032709202119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-8407000471933825960</id><published>2009-03-23T20:02:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:33:14.818-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><title type='text'>Conversation con la loca del plumero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ScgcF4Au73I/AAAAAAAAATk/OLAuGazYato/s1600-h/n1176052849_30459394_6220408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316530247371255666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ScgcF4Au73I/AAAAAAAAATk/OLAuGazYato/s320/n1176052849_30459394_6220408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florii pondia , (X) Camilitus(T)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; dice:&lt;br /&gt;Dice Cami que le hables jum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C a m i l a You don't know what you do to me !&lt;/span&gt; dice:&lt;br /&gt;no la tengo como conectada! buuh&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Florii pondia , (X) Camilitus(T)&lt;/span&gt; dice:&lt;br /&gt;jaja nose esta conectada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C a m i l a You don't know what you do to me !&lt;/span&gt; dice:&lt;br /&gt;uhuhu encima la qeria llamar por tel pero estas vos hablando :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C a m i l a You don't know what you do to me !&lt;/span&gt; dice:&lt;br /&gt;decile qe no me aparece&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Florii pondia , (X) Camilitus(T)&lt;/span&gt; dice:&lt;br /&gt;Si porque Camila es MIA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C a m i l a You don't know what you do to me !&lt;/span&gt; dice:&lt;br /&gt;Claaaaaaaaaaaro,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Florii pondia , (X) Camilitus(T)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dice:&lt;br /&gt;SI°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C a m i l a You don't know what you do to me !&lt;/span&gt; dice:&lt;br /&gt;Tu vieja! (uups soi yo)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Florii pondia , (X) Camilitus(T)&lt;/span&gt; dice:&lt;br /&gt;Si es MIA y nadie MAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C a m i l a You don't know what you do to me !&lt;/span&gt; dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si, i yo en mi casa tengo un loro qe en realidad es un papagayo pero le hicimos creer qe era una cebra y se llama rayitas.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEHH si, estamos mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LO QUE APRENDÍ HOY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marcar territorio&lt;em&gt; SÍ&lt;/em&gt; sirve. Aunque consigan el efecto contrario. Yo, por ejemplo, por marcar territorio terminé &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;comprometida.&lt;/span&gt;Si,leyeron bien, comprometida; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;me voy a casar. &lt;/span&gt;Es una historia de lo más bizarra, así que si quieren después la cuento, pero la cosa es que&lt;strong&gt; no se achiquen&lt;/strong&gt;; si algo es suyo, es &lt;em&gt;suyo , así que vayan y háganselo saber al mundo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-8407000471933825960?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/8407000471933825960/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=8407000471933825960&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8407000471933825960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8407000471933825960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversation-con-la-loca-del-plumero.html' title='Conversation con la loca del plumero'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ScgcF4Au73I/AAAAAAAAATk/OLAuGazYato/s72-c/n1176052849_30459394_6220408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-704397324767999484</id><published>2009-03-19T18:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:38:47.348-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ScLJSOqfvwI/AAAAAAAAATM/SlJmAXghrlY/s1600-h/n1453779607_151638_2499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315031825261772546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ScLJSOqfvwI/AAAAAAAAATM/SlJmAXghrlY/s320/n1453779607_151638_2499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo peor de que alguien te guste es, si sos orgulloso, el sentirte vulnerable. No hay nada más horrible que sentirte suceptible, propensa y expuesta a que te lastimen. No es algo que elegís, y sin embargo tenés que soportarlo. El sólo pensar que, quieras o no, te abrís ante una persona, y esa persona puede hacer lo que se le cante con vos,-porque vamos, seamos honestos, es la verdad- &lt;em&gt;apesta&lt;/em&gt;. No soy de achicarme por lo que piensen de mí (cuando era mas chica era diferente, ahora aprendí a hacer oídos sordos), pero&lt;em&gt; su&lt;/em&gt; opinión es un tema aparte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuántas veces les decimos a nuestras amigas "Te mira bien, y sino también. Él se la pierde" y cosas por el estilo. Y qué hipócritas somos! Porque ninguna se la cree, no? Aunque sea cierto lo que les decimos, es &lt;strong&gt;imposible &lt;/strong&gt;creerlo. Porque cuando alguien te gusta, te gusta y punto. Vas a querer interesarle, y si no es así te vas a sentir mal. Poco te va a importar lo fea que sea su novia, si esa no sos vos. Ni te vas a fijar en el montón de chicos que hay compartiendo el planeta con vos, porque no son él.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo es cuestión de actitud ; cuanto más indiferente seas a eso, mejor te van a ver los demás, mas vas llamar la atención, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Y a vos qué te importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Te gusta ÉL, no el primero que se te acerca, y sos testaruda y no te va a importar lo que todos te dicen. Tengan razón o no, vas a hacer lo que se te cante&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Y sabés que?&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Está perfecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Así que andá, dá mil quinientas vueltas, ponete triste, después feliz, después triste de vuelta, y todo por él, se lo merezca o no.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Porque si no lo hacés ahora... Entonces cuando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT A STUPID LAMB!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah!&lt;/span&gt; La palabra griega párodos, no tiene nada que ver con la parodia. No comentan ese error.&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/5100974286711412655-704397324767999484?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/704397324767999484/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=704397324767999484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/704397324767999484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/704397324767999484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/03/lo-peor-de-que-alguien-te-guste-es-si.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ScLJSOqfvwI/AAAAAAAAATM/SlJmAXghrlY/s72-c/n1453779607_151638_2499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-4588887072709943925</id><published>2009-03-18T18:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:38:27.684-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metrostation'/><title type='text'>But now I see the sun rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ScFoaL8Q5aI/AAAAAAAAAS8/maZuqNKYp_Q/s1600-h/1236726795517_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314643834365339042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ScFoaL8Q5aI/AAAAAAAAAS8/maZuqNKYp_Q/s320/1236726795517_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es increíble como, cuando parece que ya &lt;strong&gt;no hay chance,&lt;/strong&gt; las cosas se dan vuelta. No, no te esperabas&lt;em&gt; esa&lt;/em&gt; reacción de &lt;strong&gt;esa&lt;/strong&gt; persona, pero la recibiste, así que actuaste según creíste que era lo correcto. Y ahora te morís por que pase rápido el poco tiempo que queda para volverlo a ver, y comprobar si fueron delirios tuyos o &lt;em&gt;realmente&lt;/em&gt; hay un cambio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será, que, quizás, el destino es caprichoso, pero &lt;strong&gt;sí &lt;/strong&gt;te va a dar eso que tanto &lt;em&gt;querías&lt;/em&gt;...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno bueno, lo recién escrito me tiene (cautelosa pero) contenta. Hoy aprendí que... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no todo es lo que parece, y a veces,cuando menos insistas en algo, más fácil puede darse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y no sólo fue con una cosa, sino con varias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Así que les deseo un bueen día, y sean positivos, que &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TRAE RESULTADOS. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your body is cold, but boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're getting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-4588887072709943925?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/4588887072709943925/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=4588887072709943925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4588887072709943925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4588887072709943925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/03/but-now-i-see-sun-rising.html' title='But now I see the sun rising'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ScFoaL8Q5aI/AAAAAAAAAS8/maZuqNKYp_Q/s72-c/1236726795517_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-6543703069882546549</id><published>2009-03-16T18:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:58:20.485-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sb7LMq3cbbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mU1VelK8fUY/s1600-h/n1176052849_30458870_1122595.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313908028869471666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sb7LMq3cbbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mU1VelK8fUY/s320/n1176052849_30458870_1122595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Midnight&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm drunk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't give a fuck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dance &lt;strong&gt;by myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess you're outta luck .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-6543703069882546549?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/6543703069882546549/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=6543703069882546549&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6543703069882546549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6543703069882546549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/03/midnight-im-drunk-i-dont-give-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sb7LMq3cbbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mU1VelK8fUY/s72-c/n1176052849_30458870_1122595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-5150175253732185460</id><published>2009-03-13T15:59:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:53:19.738-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estrategias para convencer a los padres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SbqxexVHMLI/AAAAAAAAASk/fw9eW7RqfhU/s1600-h/blaaaaa..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312753852633002162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SbqxexVHMLI/AAAAAAAAASk/fw9eW7RqfhU/s320/blaaaaa..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, lo hice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sobreviví a la primer semana de escuela.Tuvo risas (muchas más que el año pasado ajajaj), chicos (no nuevos, los mismos bldos de siempre dispuestos a enredarnos de tantas maneras que ni la virgen desatanudos nos ayuda (?) ), gente nueva (de eso hay para tirar manteca al techo!), nuevos profes (que no sé si son ángeles bajados del cielo, pero no están &lt;em&gt;tan mal&lt;/em&gt;),saludos (ajaja flor me cagó a puteadas "dejá de saludar nenaaaaaaaa" pero bueno, yo estaba de buen humor y lo quería transmitir)...Y, lo más importante... No me dormí ni un día ! Eeeaaa, vamos bien!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ver... ¿que aprendí hoy?Nada, pero mi profesora de matemáticas pareciera tener ganas de darnos palabras que no forman parte de la lengua española. Y eso que mi vocabulario puede considerarse amplio. Igual, ahora ni ganas de transcribirlo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algo que valga la pena contar? Ah, si&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ESCUCHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. are, no bueno, si quieren lean; Señorito ortiva,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; S.O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;., para abreviarlo, decidió que este año no me tiene que saludar mas. Bueeeeno, genial, sobretodo porque, conociéndome desde hace tantos años, no te podés hacer el pelotudo de esa forma. Me trajo bastante decepción. Odio a los chicos, me revienta no entenderlos, y que después ellos digan que no nos entienden, porque bastaaaante complicaditos son. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y saben qué es lo peor?&lt;/span&gt; Uno de sus amigos, a quien &lt;em&gt;apenas conozco&lt;/em&gt;, me saluda siempre, y siempre con buena onda. Y otro me regala cosas ! ajaj no posta, es un tierno^^ Lástima que no me mueva un pelo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Otra cosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una chica y su padre discutían (la chica se quejaba de que habían dejado las luces y el aire prendido) a la hora del almuerzo:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Papá&lt;/span&gt;: No te llevo a la fiesta hoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LadyCamelot&lt;/span&gt;: Igual no iba a ir ! (?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Papá&lt;/span&gt;: Cómo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LadyCamelot&lt;/span&gt;:Tengo que arreglar con Flor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Papá&lt;/span&gt;: No bueno no vas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LadyCamelot&lt;/span&gt;:Ufa! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;X persona: Y no tenés una fiesta mañana?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LadyCamelot&lt;/span&gt;: Sisi, y esa no falto ni en pedo !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Papá&lt;/span&gt;:Listo, tampoco vas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LadyCamelot&lt;/span&gt; (WTF!): Nooo dale dale, es en lo de Micaaaaa (A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Papá&lt;/span&gt;: Y de qué te vas a disfrazar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LadyCamelot&lt;/span&gt;: De bailarina de can can!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SILENCIO SEPULCRAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(No se preocupen, igual voy a las dos fiestas :) ) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La conversación que acaban de leer, es parte de la reseña de hoy: &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aprendí &lt;/span&gt;lo lindo que suena suavizar las palabras, (como les dije ayer), porque en lugar de decir que me disfrazo de puta, le mandé bailarina de can can, y tuve buenos resultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! &lt;strong&gt;NO TENGO FOTOS.&lt;/strong&gt; Así que probablemente sean pedorras las que suba,como ésta. A menos que mi liiinda amiguita me preste su linda camarita para sacarme liindas fotitos de puta-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;out,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si, gracias a dios, tengo dos fiestas este fin de semana, y pretendo pasarla bien, &lt;em&gt;muy &lt;/em&gt;bien -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-5150175253732185460?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/5150175253732185460/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=5150175253732185460&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/5150175253732185460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/5150175253732185460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SbqxexVHMLI/AAAAAAAAASk/fw9eW7RqfhU/s72-c/blaaaaa..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-4745553107599381486</id><published>2009-03-12T21:49:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:24:05.427-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Uhuh me dieron ganas de hablar. Hoy tuve clases con un profe nuevo, y lo que más me quedó de todo lo que dijo(y es que habló demasiado, y con un tono pausado que me daba sueño, cosa que raramente no tuve hasta que llego él) fue " No me gustan los insultos: ni con respecto a la &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nacionalidad&lt;/span&gt;, ni el &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;color de piel&lt;/span&gt;, ni el &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;aspecto físico&lt;/span&gt;, ni el &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;lugar donde viven&lt;/span&gt;" Y me dió muchas ganas de decirle "Dale &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;negro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;villa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;boliviano&lt;/span&gt; pelotudo, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;canoso del orto&lt;/span&gt; andate a la puta que te parió !" No se confundan, &lt;em&gt;no pienso eso del profesor&lt;/em&gt;,(es más, no es boliviano, ni negro, ni tampoco vive en una villa, aunque las canas... bueno xD)pero así estaría haciendo lo que no quiere que hagamos, lo cual &lt;strong&gt;SI ME GUSTA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm y que más pasó hoy? Nos explicaron como rajaban a todos a la mierda en la época de Menem, lo lindo que puede sonar algo para disfrazar algo no tan lindo (&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;LIBERTAD&lt;/span&gt;: Nombre de la mayor cárcel de la última dictadura uruguaya, &lt;em&gt;WTF!&lt;/em&gt;) AH, IMPORTANTE : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Si un chico les dice mina, les está diciendo trola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si, eso me lo explicaron el lunes, y lo quise compartir con ustedes. Resulta que en la época de Rosas (era rosas?uups, de esa parte no me acuerdo), en el Puerto de Buenos Aires, circulaba el oro y las piedras preciosas, entonces -naturalmente- estaba lleno de prostíbulos. Y los dueños de los prostíbulos denominaban Minas (de oro si eran efectivas) a las prostis, porque los llenaban de guita. No se dejen engañar, LadyCamelot les trae la verdad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah! Y hoy también me contaron que Afrodita nació de la "espuma de los testículos de Urano, en el momento que fue castrado por su hijo Cronos" (Palabras del profesor). Ella, y Dionisio, si se toma uno de los mitos que circulan sobre él, (hay dos), son los únicos dioses que nacen de un hombre. Lo sabían? Capaz que si y yo era la única pelotuda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por suerte, no estoy sola soportando las mañanas,las tengo a ustedes, que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;las amo&lt;/span&gt;. Foto del año del pedo reventado, pero no importa.&lt;br /&gt;Jajaj me hicieron re cagar de risa hoy. Y la salida del segundo recreo con lo de los apellidos! jajaja pobre florcitaaa, &lt;em&gt;justo &lt;/em&gt;tenía que pasar la persona que &lt;em&gt;no &lt;/em&gt;tenía que pasar. Pero bueno, ya cada vez falta menos para el finde y se viene la partuza de mica el sábado, con DISFRACES ajaja que bueno, y no olvidarse de la 'Party' de Ivi... mmm, ir o no ir? he aquí la cuestión. Las amo , y gracias por aguantar mis charlas sobre &lt;em&gt;ese idiota . &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Qué?&lt;/span&gt; Pensaron que no había un idiota arruinando mi vida? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahora ya saben la verdad, Blogguevidentes! (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PROXIMAMENTE FOTOS DE MI DISFRÁZ DE PUTA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312454753239618562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sbmhc5Qu1AI/AAAAAAAAASc/gj-iD-2YpCY/s320/107_6697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's in the way that he &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;walks&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And in her smile when he &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;talks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm simply losing my head and I fall &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i n&lt;/em&gt;  l o v e &lt;em&gt;! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OOh si, infaltable la canción del día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-4745553107599381486?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/4745553107599381486/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=4745553107599381486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4745553107599381486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4745553107599381486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/Sbmhc5Qu1AI/AAAAAAAAASc/gj-iD-2YpCY/s72-c/107_6697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-1420286835248260861</id><published>2009-03-09T18:18:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:22:09.613-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best Dad Ever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla-'/><title type='text'>Whatever,however, I swear I don't care !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SbV-XGu3z2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/jk5NCRm80xI/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311290270962667362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SbV-XGu3z2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/jk5NCRm80xI/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you have to say, I'll stand by you.Do whatever you have to do, to get it out and not become a reaction memory to hurt the ones you love you know you never meant to but you do, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yeah;you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Be whoever you have to be, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I won't judge you&lt;/span&gt;. Sing whatever you have to sing to get it out and not become a recluse about how to come out, I know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you never meant to&lt;/span&gt; but you do, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh but &lt;em&gt;you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Still I need your sway, because you always pay for it: and I, and I need your soul because your always soulful. And I and&lt;em&gt; I need your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, because your always in the right places. And take whatever you have to take, you know I love yacome&lt;em&gt; however&lt;/em&gt; you have to come, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;get it out and get it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Take it out on me, take it out on me.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I'll give it you all&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I give it you all&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;I give it&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I give you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give it you all&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yes I will give it you all ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;, look at me : Happy Birthday,&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are the best, you make me laugh and make me angry too. I've learned from you even when I didn't want to listen. I LOVE YOU. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Coming back to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;school sucks&lt;/span&gt;, but you, my friends, make it almost &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-1420286835248260861?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/1420286835248260861/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=1420286835248260861&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1420286835248260861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1420286835248260861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/03/say-whatever-you-have-to-say-ill-stand.html' title='Whatever,however, I swear I don&apos;t care !'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SbV-XGu3z2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/jk5NCRm80xI/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-7086731214366246497</id><published>2009-02-13T14:00:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:07:08.434-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye people.'/><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWfz-lO2CI/AAAAAAAAARw/fXR-_TCdDIM/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302319851619932194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWfz-lO2CI/AAAAAAAAARw/fXR-_TCdDIM/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; cellphone, &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; book, something in &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;violet&lt;/span&gt;?: Ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWeATA_DGI/AAAAAAAAARo/LB9C6BafNL0/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302317864240221282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWeATA_DGI/AAAAAAAAARo/LB9C6BafNL0/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My damn fabolous pink Pony's?: Ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWdb-0D7FI/AAAAAAAAARg/z1IIyDHkQeE/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302317240342015058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWdb-0D7FI/AAAAAAAAARg/z1IIyDHkQeE/s320/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Complot*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;T-Shirts?:&lt;/span&gt; Ready! (to rock.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWbArKsKwI/AAAAAAAAARY/rfvm626oYcs/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302314572188494594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWbArKsKwI/AAAAAAAAARY/rfvm626oYcs/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Underwear ?(don't look at my bras!)&lt;/span&gt;:Ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWaSwAPnSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/upTlwIp9vwQ/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302313783212875042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWaSwAPnSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/upTlwIp9vwQ/s320/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Color&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;?: Ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWZrec-KYI/AAAAAAAAARI/3v5VH_E9EA0/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302313108486629762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWZrec-KYI/AAAAAAAAARI/3v5VH_E9EA0/s320/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly-&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but not useless&lt;/span&gt;- things: Ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;COMING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BACK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I THINK SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have a nice AND &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody &lt;/span&gt;Valentine! Enjoy that &lt;em&gt;"special"&lt;/em&gt; person, and if you're alone...enjoy yourself, that's even &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bye bitchies ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5100974286711412655-7086731214366246497?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/7086731214366246497/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=7086731214366246497&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7086731214366246497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7086731214366246497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/02/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS =)'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZWfz-lO2CI/AAAAAAAAARw/fXR-_TCdDIM/s72-c/P1010012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2746419882681309939</id><published>2009-02-11T15:53:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:07:24.064-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kooks'/><title type='text'>Oh, la la !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZMTm3rTcmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jj4qv5k6QCU/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301602744846742114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZMTm3rTcmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jj4qv5k6QCU/s400/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care of yourself&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;don't begin to lag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a hard life to live, so &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;live it well&lt;/span&gt;; I'll be your friend and not in &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;in &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;situations&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/5100974286711412655-2746419882681309939?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2746419882681309939/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2746419882681309939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2746419882681309939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2746419882681309939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-care-of-yourself-dont-begin-to-lag.html' title='Oh, la la !'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZMTm3rTcmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jj4qv5k6QCU/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-4681458346618702008</id><published>2009-02-10T13:51:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:37:50.884-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><title type='text'>A little bit of everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZGkuS5zsRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LHpLPSWuWqk/s1600-h/Earphones-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301199351647023378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZGkuS5zsRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LHpLPSWuWqk/s400/Earphones-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good old days,the honest man. The &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;restless heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the promised land. A subtle kiss that &lt;em&gt;no one sees&lt;/em&gt;; a broken wrist and a big trapeze... Oh well &lt;strong&gt;I don't mind &lt;/strong&gt;if you don't mind 'cause&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; I don't shine&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you&lt;/strong&gt; don't shine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Before you go can you read my mind? ...The &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teenage&lt;/em&gt; q u e e n &lt;/span&gt;, the loaded gun. The drop dead dream, the chosen one. A southern drawl; A world unseen. A city wall and a &lt;strong&gt;trampoline.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-4681458346618702008?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/4681458346618702008/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=4681458346618702008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4681458346618702008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4681458346618702008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-old-daysthe-honest-man.html' title='A little bit of everything'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZGkuS5zsRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LHpLPSWuWqk/s72-c/Earphones-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-1375913986450022022</id><published>2009-02-09T17:55:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:20:27.829-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZCqSoVyqHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/kMPYkP0AkNU/s1600-h/Dibujoads.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300923998458259570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZCqSoVyqHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/kMPYkP0AkNU/s400/Dibujoads.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Breathe for love tomorrow 'cause there's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n o  h o p e&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for today... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-1375913986450022022?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/1375913986450022022/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=1375913986450022022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1375913986450022022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1375913986450022022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/02/breathe-for-love-tomorrow-cause-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SZCqSoVyqHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/kMPYkP0AkNU/s72-c/Dibujoads.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-825525605655037149</id><published>2009-02-06T21:59:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:23:56.202-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narsilion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SYzPCBtkoCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ryx_0aLRexM/s1600-h/blaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299838495234498594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SYzPCBtkoCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ryx_0aLRexM/s400/blaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Far in the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt;, beyond the moonlight fall... the wind cries in your heart when the night &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shines&lt;/span&gt; in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-825525605655037149?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/825525605655037149/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=825525605655037149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/825525605655037149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/825525605655037149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/02/far-in-eternity-beyond-moonlight-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SYzPCBtkoCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ryx_0aLRexM/s72-c/blaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-812546022286790113</id><published>2009-02-04T12:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:36:56.414-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar Wilde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Ruiseñor y La Rosa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SYmp_wPogvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kyniyA6OjPw/s1600-h/blaaaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298953349325423346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SYmp_wPogvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kyniyA6OjPw/s400/blaaaaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He aquí, al fin, un verdadero enamorado” -dijo el ruiseñor-. "Noche tras noche he cantado para él, a pesar de no conocerle: Noche tras noche lo he descrito a las estrellas, y ahora le contemplo. Su cabello es oscuro como la flor del jacinto, y sus labios rojos como la rosa que desea encontrar; pero su ansiedad ha tornado su faz tan pálida como el marfil; &lt;em&gt;y la tristeza le ha dejado su sello en la frente.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-812546022286790113?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/812546022286790113/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=812546022286790113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/812546022286790113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/812546022286790113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-aqui-al-fin-un-verdadero-enamorado.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SYmp_wPogvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kyniyA6OjPw/s72-c/blaaaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2038669568246040794</id><published>2009-02-01T19:38:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:23:22.829-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Academy Is'/><title type='text'>NOT in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One song about a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't &lt;strong&gt;breathe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I'm around him. I'll wait here everyday in case he'll scratch the surface. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He'll never notice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm not in love, this is not my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm not gonna waste these words about a boy. Last night, I knew what to say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but you weren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; there to hear it. These lines, so well rehearsed, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tongue tied and over-loaded&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;You'll never notice...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not in love,this is not my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words about a  &lt;em&gt;b o y&lt;/em&gt; . &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; in love, this is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; your song!&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not gonna waste these words about a boy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"To be loved, to be loved";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;what more could you ask for?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"To be loved, to be loved"; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone&lt;/strong&gt; wants&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"to be loved, to be loved". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;more could you ask for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SYeaAhYtYpI/AAAAAAAAANU/QpvoZadRv98/s1600-h/blaaabla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298372820377363090" style="WIDTH: 469px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SYeaAhYtYpI/AAAAAAAAANU/QpvoZadRv98/s400/blaaabla.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;uups, I did it again. Keep denying Camelot, Keep denying... Anyway, he's nothing ( isn't he?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2038669568246040794?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2038669568246040794/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2038669568246040794&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2038669568246040794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2038669568246040794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-in-love.html' title='NOT in love'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SYeaAhYtYpI/AAAAAAAAANU/QpvoZadRv98/s72-c/blaaabla.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-1097954273138454793</id><published>2009-01-15T22:30:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:54:19.581-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugababes'/><title type='text'>I know it now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SXCyB1EAJ4I/AAAAAAAAANM/w0-V4PRh3bs/s1600-h/I+wish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291925306653812610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SXCyB1EAJ4I/AAAAAAAAANM/w0-V4PRh3bs/s400/I+wish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;so easy&lt;/em&gt; that night. Should've been strong, yeah &lt;em&gt;I lied&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;nobody gets me like you&lt;/span&gt;... Couldn't keep hold of you then ,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How could I know what you meant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; There was nothing to compare too. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;everything changes&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; all the &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;cities&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; faces &lt;/span&gt;but I now how I feel about you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There's a mountain between us; but there's one thing I'm sure of that how I feel about you now&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Can we bring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;back around&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'Cause&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how I feel about yo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dumb,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I let you down&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but I know how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I feel &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;about you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-1097954273138454793?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/1097954273138454793/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=1097954273138454793&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1097954273138454793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1097954273138454793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-i-know.html' title='I know it now'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SXCyB1EAJ4I/AAAAAAAAANM/w0-V4PRh3bs/s72-c/I+wish.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-4700915364870627223</id><published>2009-01-13T13:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:54:20.240-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SW03mk-4CJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ImgVfoNHhOI/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290946273132152978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SW03mk-4CJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ImgVfoNHhOI/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart&lt;/em&gt; is  y o u r s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-4700915364870627223?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/4700915364870627223/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=4700915364870627223&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4700915364870627223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4700915364870627223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-heart-is-y-o-u-r-s.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SW03mk-4CJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ImgVfoNHhOI/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2515808224994738917</id><published>2009-01-13T00:09:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:26:15.339-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eskimo Joe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;mi 2008 fue bueno, aunque alguinas cosas podrían haber sido diferentes. Ojalá que tengan un 2009 increíble, que todo sea cada vez mejor y que sean asi como requete felices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SWv5_qKz0uI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5gr8CzNIZoM/s1600-h/from+the+sea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290597059323482850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SWv5_qKz0uI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5gr8CzNIZoM/s400/from+the+sea.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oooh, there's just no &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2515808224994738917?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2515808224994738917/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2515808224994738917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2515808224994738917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2515808224994738917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2009/01/mi-2008-fue-bueno-aunque-alguinas-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SWv5_qKz0uI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5gr8CzNIZoM/s72-c/from+the+sea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-3580417010868207358</id><published>2008-12-28T23:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:26:28.647-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SVgmoLPeXLI/AAAAAAAAALw/TxbtEyKmM_c/s1600-h/n1403952651_166606_8782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285016634373594290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SVgmoLPeXLI/AAAAAAAAALw/TxbtEyKmM_c/s400/n1403952651_166606_8782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just don't let me fall asleep feeling empt&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-3580417010868207358?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/3580417010868207358/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=3580417010868207358&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/3580417010868207358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/3580417010868207358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/una-linda-navidad-you-know-im-such-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SVgmoLPeXLI/AAAAAAAAALw/TxbtEyKmM_c/s72-c/n1403952651_166606_8782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-5333864807818433176</id><published>2008-12-20T15:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:18:01.767-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SU0n5OTxJ9I/AAAAAAAAALY/DiUSvJOQldA/s1600-h/Sober(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281921802022496210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SU0n5OTxJ9I/AAAAAAAAALY/DiUSvJOQldA/s320/Sober(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm safe up high, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can touch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; No pain inside, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're like perfection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; how do I feel this good &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-5333864807818433176?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/5333864807818433176/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=5333864807818433176&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/5333864807818433176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/5333864807818433176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-safe-up-high-nothing-can-touch-me.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SU0n5OTxJ9I/AAAAAAAAALY/DiUSvJOQldA/s72-c/Sober(8).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2171397453112601586</id><published>2008-12-14T15:34:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:27:01.160-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park'/><title type='text'>Paraonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SUVDtif4_rI/AAAAAAAAALI/WD04vwwdD98/s1600-h/P1010064++editedd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279700587795513010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SUVDtif4_rI/AAAAAAAAALI/WD04vwwdD98/s320/P1010064++editedd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why does it feel like night today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something in here’s not right today&lt;/span&gt;. Why am I so uptight today?&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paranoia’s all I got left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don’t know what stressed me first or how the pressure was fed, but I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head. It’s like a face that I hold inside, a face that awakes when I close my eyes, a face watches every time I lie, a face that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;laughs every time I fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and watches everything. So I know that when it’s time to sink or swim, that the face inside is here in me, right underneath my skin; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, tt’s like a whirlwind inside of my head; it’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within, it’s like the face inside is right &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;beneath my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I know I’ve got a face in me, points out all my mistakes to me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You’ve got a face on the inside too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;your paranoia’s &lt;em&gt;probably worse&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/5100974286711412655-2171397453112601586?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2171397453112601586/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2171397453112601586&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2171397453112601586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2171397453112601586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/paraonia.html' title='Paraonia'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SUVDtif4_rI/AAAAAAAAALI/WD04vwwdD98/s72-c/P1010064++editedd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-6215140649950235684</id><published>2008-12-13T14:19:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:27:13.104-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Misery business-Misery business-Misery busin&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SUPg1Sk8V-I/AAAAAAAAALA/bPqbFcP7mQw/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279310394332829666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SUPg1Sk8V-I/AAAAAAAAALA/bPqbFcP7mQw/s320/P1010113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ess-Misery business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SUPg1Sk8V-I/AAAAAAAAALA/bPqbFcP7mQw/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SUPg1Sk8V-I/AAAAAAAAALA/bPqbFcP7mQw/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SUPg1Sk8V-I/AAAAAAAAALA/bPqbFcP7mQw/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's got a body like an hourglass that's tickin like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out...When I thought he was mine &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she caught him by the mouth!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-6215140649950235684?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/6215140649950235684/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=6215140649950235684&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6215140649950235684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6215140649950235684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/misery-business-misery-business-misery.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SUPg1Sk8V-I/AAAAAAAAALA/bPqbFcP7mQw/s72-c/P1010113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-3084687673570939780</id><published>2008-12-10T22:27:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:05:20.013-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrito por MÍ'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No importa lo que hagas, esa persona &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n u n c a&lt;/span&gt; va a quererte de&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; e s a&lt;/span&gt; forma. No por como sos vos, sino porque no encajan.Punto. No busques otra razón, no están destinados. No quieras disfrazar las cosas ni te eches la culpa; vos no hiciste nada para que terminaran así...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-3084687673570939780?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/3084687673570939780/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=3084687673570939780&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/3084687673570939780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/3084687673570939780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-importa-lo-que-hagas-esa-persona-n-u.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-452995780393879668</id><published>2008-12-10T13:43:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:56.786-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maroon Five'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST_j3fz5kQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mEyBdEfZGuA/s1600-h/adxslxsd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278187830873002242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST_j3fz5kQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mEyBdEfZGuA/s320/adxslxsd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST_j3fz5kQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mEyBdEfZGuA/s1600-h/adxslxsd.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST_j3fz5kQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mEyBdEfZGuA/s1600-h/adxslxsd.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST_j3fz5kQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mEyBdEfZGuA/s1600-h/adxslxsd.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST_j3fz5kQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mEyBdEfZGuA/s1600-h/adxslxsd.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST_j3fz5kQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mEyBdEfZGuA/s1600-h/adxslxsd.JPG"&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;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So much to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;l o v e&lt;/span&gt;, so much to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;l e a r n&lt;/span&gt; but I won’t be there to teach &lt;span&gt;you, &lt;/span&gt;oh I know I can be close but I try my best to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;r e a c h  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-452995780393879668?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/452995780393879668/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=452995780393879668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/452995780393879668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/452995780393879668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-much-to-l-o-v-e-so-much-to-l-e-r-n.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST_j3fz5kQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mEyBdEfZGuA/s72-c/adxslxsd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-5418829051574077091</id><published>2008-12-09T23:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:43:43.770-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miley Cyrus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST8dUFiqn6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/NXYxm1ly4Pg/s1600-h/P1010103.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277969519223676834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST8dUFiqn6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/NXYxm1ly4Pg/s320/P1010103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh,you!&lt;/em&gt;...You're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vain&lt;/span&gt;, your games, you're insecure. You love me, you like her. You make me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;, you make me&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt; know with side to buy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your friends, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they're jerks&lt;/span&gt;. When you act like them just know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it hurts&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna be with the one I know. And the seventh thing I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate the most&lt;/span&gt; that you do; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make me love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-5418829051574077091?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/5418829051574077091/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=5418829051574077091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/5418829051574077091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/5418829051574077091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/ohyou.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/ST8dUFiqn6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/NXYxm1ly4Pg/s72-c/P1010103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-8789497758372526898</id><published>2008-12-08T00:34:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:45:08.057-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aaaai esta canción la sentí my yo, no se !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STyHmmDi5VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HnKw8sq3gyo/s1600-h/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277241960491574610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STyHmmDi5VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HnKw8sq3gyo/s320/P1010085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Down to you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;you're pushing and pulling me down to you but I don't know what I bow when I caught myself I had to stop myself from saying something that I should've &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;never thought&lt;/span&gt; of you. You're pushing and pulling me down to you but I don't know what I want, no, I &lt;span&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what I want. You got it, you got it ;some kind of magic, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;hypnotic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;hypnotic. &lt;/span&gt;You're leaving me &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;breathless,&lt;/span&gt; I hate this, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate this! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're not the one I believe in with God as my witness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-8789497758372526898?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/8789497758372526898/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=8789497758372526898&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8789497758372526898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8789497758372526898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-to-you-youre-pushing-and-pulling.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STyHmmDi5VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HnKw8sq3gyo/s72-c/P1010085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-6962202981054553100</id><published>2008-12-07T01:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:39:24.013-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='¿Qué opinás?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STtESzu7dsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x88qu6eKqn4/s1600-h/uuuupss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276886478310045378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STtESzu7dsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x88qu6eKqn4/s320/uuuupss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿Qué preferís?¿&lt;/em&gt; Ser &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amado&lt;/span&gt; por alguien a quien no correspondés sus sentimientos,y vivir sabiendo lo i n f e l i z que hacés a otra persona?, ¿O ser terriblemente &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;odiado &lt;/span&gt;y que aunque ese odio no te afecte, no te haga sentir mal porque es vos nunca le hiciste nada para que te odie, te haga la vida i m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;p o s i b l e y lleve al otro a hacer cualquier cosa con tal de lastimarte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-6962202981054553100?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/6962202981054553100/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=6962202981054553100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6962202981054553100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6962202981054553100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/qu-prefers-ser-amado-por-alguien-quien.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STtESzu7dsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x88qu6eKqn4/s72-c/uuuupss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-7265333368727441695</id><published>2008-12-05T22:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:20:36.417-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly Clarkson'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STnTPPZPESI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/v7SeMs1zgQY/s1600-h/P1010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276480697225122082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STnTPPZPESI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/v7SeMs1zgQY/s320/P1010105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like just&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you were a part of me. I used to stand so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tall&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; I used to be so&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Your arms around me tight, everything it felt&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe, no I can't sleep I’m barely hanging on. Here I am, once again I’m &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;torn into pieces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, can't deny it, can't pretend just thought you were the one. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Broken up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but you won't get to see the tears I cry &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;behind these hazel eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I told you &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; opened up and let you in. You made me feel alright, for once in my life. Now all that’s left of me is what I pretend to be; so together, but so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;broken up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; inside cause I can’t breathe, no I can’t sleep,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I’m barely hanging on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-7265333368727441695?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/7265333368727441695/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=7265333368727441695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7265333368727441695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7265333368727441695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/seems-like-just-yesterday-you-were-part.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STnTPPZPESI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/v7SeMs1zgQY/s72-c/P1010105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-1170464198849026959</id><published>2008-12-04T22:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:58:49.372-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrito por MÍ'/><title type='text'>No fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STh7cVmjCLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vr4o32ONNoI/s1600-h/1228437137926_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276102690229913778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STh7cVmjCLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vr4o32ONNoI/s320/1228437137926_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;4/12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los miedos son algo normal; es verdad que si no estamos seguros de algo, no lo conocemos o simplemente no nos agrada sintamos ciertas &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;inquietudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Aunque...¿Es sano que el miedo nos paralize; Que nos baje de la cabeza a la garganta y nos impida gritar?;¿Que se sitúe en nuestros pulmones para cortarnos la respiración?;¿Que nos sacuda el corazón, haciéndolo latir más rápido de lo que cualquiera pueda soportar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dicen que el miedo es algo mental, ¿pero hasta donde es capaz de llegar? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miedo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , puede ser perverso. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Miedo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; no te temo, sino a los efectos que  puedas crear en mí; que nubles mi vista, que me hagas sentir espasmos, que me impidas pensar con claridad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, resultás tan exitante cuando no sos del todo real; la gente es morbosa y masoquista, te busca pero te niega, te esconde, finge que no estás. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Miedo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;seas real o no, causás &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;miedo, mucho miedo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-1170464198849026959?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/1170464198849026959/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=1170464198849026959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1170464198849026959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1170464198849026959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-fear.html' title='No fear'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STh7cVmjCLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vr4o32ONNoI/s72-c/1228437137926_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-8193045421510597674</id><published>2008-12-02T14:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:02:35.433-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title type='text'>Stuck on a roller coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STVlBe51BwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GicMtizfniA/s1600-h/1200695591_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275233614684292866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STVlBe51BwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GicMtizfniA/s320/1200695591_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You change your&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like a girl changes &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;clothes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah you, "PMS " like a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I would know; and you always &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;, always &lt;strong&gt;speak &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;crypticly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I should know that &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're no good for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'cause you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; then you're &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;you're &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and you're &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you're &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You're &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when it's&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ; It's &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it's &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;em&gt;we&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; fight&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;break up&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;we kiss&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;we make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You don't really want to stay, no you, but you don't really want to go. You're hot then you're cold; you're yes then you're no, you're in and you're out, you're up and you're down. We used to be just like &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;twins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; so in sync,the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;same energy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Now's a dead battery. Used to laugh bout nothing now your plain boring I should know that &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're not gonna change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Someone call the doctor; got a case of a love bi-polar stuck on a roller coaster. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't get off this ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-8193045421510597674?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/8193045421510597674/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=8193045421510597674&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8193045421510597674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/8193045421510597674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuck-on-roller-coaster.html' title='Stuck on a roller coaster'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/STVlBe51BwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GicMtizfniA/s72-c/1200695591_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-3781208020104826171</id><published>2008-11-27T20:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:05:54.209-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescence'/><title type='text'>We're all a little insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SS8kmCJ6lkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cYu_t9OU8Tg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273473924506228290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SS8kmCJ6lkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cYu_t9OU8Tg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true, we're all a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;little insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; but it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; now that I'm unchained; fear is only in our minds taking over all the time. Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time. You poor sweet innocent thing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dry your eyes and testify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,You know you live to break me - don't deny, Sweet sacrifice. One day &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna forget your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,and one sweet day you're gonna drown in my lost pain. Fear is only&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; in our minds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; taking over all the time. Fear is only in our minds but it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all the time. You poor sweet innocent thing, dry your eyes and testify. And oh you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love to hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me don't you, honey? I'm your sacrifice. [I dream in darkness,I sleep to die,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;erase the silence, erase my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Our burning ashes blacken the day. A world of nothingness blow me away] Do you wonder why you hate? Are you still &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to survive your&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? You poor sweet innocent thing dry your eyes and testify;You know you live to break me - don't deny &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-3781208020104826171?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/3781208020104826171/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=3781208020104826171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/3781208020104826171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/3781208020104826171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-all-little-insane.html' title='We&apos;re all a little insane'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SS8kmCJ6lkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cYu_t9OU8Tg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2040119120008513259</id><published>2008-11-25T22:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:54:04.399-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avril Lavigne'/><title type='text'>Hoy cumplo 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SSyZjvUfELI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U9g9oj6NDNE/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272758103020867762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SSyZjvUfELI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U9g9oj6NDNE/s320/P1010092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para el que no me ubica, yo soy la loca de la colita alta que parece la chilindrina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking up I see that everything is ok, the first time in my life and now it's so great. Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed, I think about the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;little things that make life great.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it,this is the best feeling. This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay. This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now and I'll hold on to it,&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; don't you let it pass you by. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I found a place so safe, not a single tear. The first time in my life and now it's so clear;Feel calm I belong, I'm so happy here. It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere.I wouldn't change a thing about it, this is the best feeling. This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay. This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now and I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by.  It's the state of bliss you think &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling,It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry.This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay. This moment is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; please &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;don't go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I need you now and I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gracias a todos los que me habían saludado en la entrada anterior. Mi cumpleaños fue prácticamente perfecto, por el hecho de que no fue perfecto y eso me fascina, y quizás por eso me dieron gaanas de subir esta canción, a la que por alguna razón le encuentro relación con el tema. Saludos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cami con 14 ! :) ajaja estaba re emocion con eso xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2040119120008513259?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2040119120008513259/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2040119120008513259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2040119120008513259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2040119120008513259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoy-cumplo-14.html' title='Hoy cumplo 14'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SSyZjvUfELI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U9g9oj6NDNE/s72-c/P1010092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2886735243070529315</id><published>2008-11-23T00:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:16:06.981-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seether feat. Amy Lee'/><title type='text'>25/11 mi cumpleaños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SSi7HYxrAdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eoR4x-05aVo/s1600-h/%C3%81rbol+de+cerezas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271669099421434322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SSi7HYxrAdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eoR4x-05aVo/s320/%C3%81rbol+de+cerezas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;El 25/11 cumplo catorce:) Estuve super ocupada, perdón por la ausencia!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted you to know &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love the way you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away. I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well. I wanna hold you high and steal your pain...'Cause I'm broken when I'm open and I don't feel like I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome and I don't feel right when you're gone away.The worst is over now and we can breathe again, I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away. There's so much left to learn and no one left to fight;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm open and I don't feel like I am strong enough. 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome and I don't feel right when you're gone away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2886735243070529315?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2886735243070529315/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2886735243070529315&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2886735243070529315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2886735243070529315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/11/2511-mi-cumpleaos.html' title='25/11 mi cumpleaños'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SSi7HYxrAdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eoR4x-05aVo/s72-c/%C3%81rbol+de+cerezas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2921588280254637075</id><published>2008-10-25T15:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:11:04.573-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescence'/><title type='text'>Anywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SQNR-lNvDII/AAAAAAAAAGM/o2b04MwcxEc/s1600-h/Amy_Lee_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261138925282331778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SQNR-lNvDII/AAAAAAAAAGM/o2b04MwcxEc/s320/Amy_Lee_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; haven’t you wanted to be with me? And dear my love, haven’t you longed to &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;b e f r e e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ? I can’t keep pretending that I don’t even know you and at sweet night you are my own.Take my hand; were leaving here tonight. There's no need to tell anyone;they'd only hold us down .So by the morning light we'll be half way to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;where love is more than just your name. I have dreamt of a place for you and I.No one knows who we are there. All I want is to give my life only to you. I've dreamt&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I cannot dream &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Let's run away, I'll take you there;(...) where no one needs a reason. Forget this life ,come with me, don't look back you're safe now. Unlock your heart;drop your guard. No one's left to stop you (...) We'll be half way to anywhere,where love is more than just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2921588280254637075?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2921588280254637075/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2921588280254637075&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2921588280254637075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2921588280254637075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-my-love-havent-you-wanted-to-be.html' title='Anywhere'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SQNR-lNvDII/AAAAAAAAAGM/o2b04MwcxEc/s72-c/Amy_Lee_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-4034427723429036737</id><published>2008-10-13T18:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:29:46.549-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerli'/><title type='text'>So creepy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SPO5iuYcSnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WIHPQvzYPqs/s1600-h/aaaaaaaarreee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256749196288739954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="331" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SPO5iuYcSnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WIHPQvzYPqs/s320/aaaaaaaarreee.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a little creepy house in a little creepy place; little creepy town in a little creepy world. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little creepy girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;little creepy face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; saying funny things that you have never heard. Do you know what it's all about ? Are you brave enough to figure out; know that you could set your world on fire if you are strong enough to leave your doubts ? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Feel it&lt;/span&gt;, breathe it, believe it and you'll be walking on air. Go try, go fly &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so high&lt;/span&gt; and you'll be walking on air. You feel this unless you kill this, Go on and you're forgiven. I knew that I could feel that, I feel like I am walking on air. She has a little creepy cat and a little creepy bat, little rocking chair and an old blue hat. That little creepy girl, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh she loves to sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! She has a little gift;an amazing thing . With her little funny eyes of hazel, with her little funny old blue hat she will go and set the world on fire; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no one ever thought&lt;/span&gt; she could do that.&lt;br /&gt;Feel it, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;breathe it&lt;/span&gt;,believe it and you'll be walking on air. Go try, go fly so high and you'll be walking on air. You feel this unless you kill this. Go on and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you're forgiven&lt;/span&gt;. I knew that I could feel that,I feel like I am walking on air. Flitter up and Hover down be all around; be all around.You know that I love you, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;go on&lt;/span&gt;... Feel it, breathe it, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;believe it &lt;/span&gt;and you'll be walking on air. Go try, go fly so high and you'll be walking on air. You feel this unless you kill this. Go on and you're forgiven .I knew that I could feel that; I feel like I am walking on air. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am walking on air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-4034427723429036737?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/4034427723429036737/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=4034427723429036737&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4034427723429036737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/4034427723429036737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-creepy.html' title='So creepy!'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SPO5iuYcSnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WIHPQvzYPqs/s72-c/aaaaaaaarreee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2455006270666066972</id><published>2008-10-11T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:35:06.887-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cansei de ser sexy'/><title type='text'>People says I's not, but I know t's true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SPDEdeLDiXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GzlUPWAba5I/s1600-h/Music+(L).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255916775736052082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SPDEdeLDiXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GzlUPWAba5I/s320/Music+(L).JPG" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put my ear on your chest to hear the message that, your body feeds me back .I'm going to eat up your feed to try to feel what is that, that music feels to you .Kiss you in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;far above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Dark, take you in my roof.Look at it, I know it's true .Look at it, I know it's true;dark, take you in my roof.Kiss you in the far above.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I believe that love was created just for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m e  and  y o u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. People say it's not, but I know it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t r u e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Believe achieve.I'm going to wear your shoes today;walk around the block, hear what your neighbors have to say. I'm gonna read all your books to know what you were thinking, when your body didn't move. Kiss you in the far above;dark, take you in my roof. Look at it, I know it's true. Look at it, I know it's true;dark, take you in my roof,kiss you in the far above. I believe that love was created just for me and you,people say it's not, but&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's true. I believe that love was created just for me and you, people say it's not but I know its true. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Share with me your moments of glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;;tell me, tell me, tell, you sad, sad storries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.What did you say in the craft rooms&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;How did you behave as a teen in high school&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;I'm gonna take your eyes, se them as a seedGrow up a tree on the balcony. I believe that love was created just for me and you,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;people say it's n o t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but I know it's true .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2455006270666066972?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2455006270666066972/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2455006270666066972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2455006270666066972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2455006270666066972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-says-is-not-but-i-know-ts-true.html' title='People says I&apos;s not, but I know t&apos;s true'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SPDEdeLDiXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GzlUPWAba5I/s72-c/Music+(L).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2938539402670947043</id><published>2008-09-28T09:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:02:03.172-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Charlotte'/><title type='text'>Victims of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SN98IpRnKHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1qteERD9jY4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SN98IpRnKHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1qteERD9jY4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251052178497808498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="204" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SN98IpRnKHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1qteERD9jY4/s320/untitled.bmp" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Now you've back tracked. You're &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;running away&lt;/span&gt; cause it just happened again and you just want it &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;to end&lt;/span&gt;.Trying your best to not let yourself go cold, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so cold&lt;/span&gt;.Now you think about the things you thought you wanted to say,but when you open up your mouth &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it don't come out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; way.Are you &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; gonna throw your heart&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; away&lt;/span&gt;, away, away?Everybody's hurt somebody before.Everybody's been hurt by somebody before.You can change but you'll always come back for more;Its a&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; game &lt;/span&gt;and we're all just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;victims of love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2938539402670947043?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2938539402670947043/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2938539402670947043&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2938539402670947043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2938539402670947043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-youve-back-tracked-youre-running.html' title='Victims of love'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SN98IpRnKHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1qteERD9jY4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-1883501580649893838</id><published>2008-09-10T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:08:49.900-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Rhys Meyers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SMf8zt4jyFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HN1duFixBLM/s1600-h/winter+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244438256516581458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="132" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SMf8zt4jyFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HN1duFixBLM/s320/winter+night.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight the sky above reminds me of you, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;love. &lt;/span&gt;Walking through wintertime where the stars all shine. The angel on the stairs will tell you I was there; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Under the front porch light on a mystery night&lt;/span&gt;.I've been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines. Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds.I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind. Would the wind be at my back? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Could I get you off my mind this time?&lt;/span&gt;The neon lights in bars and headlights from the cars have started a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;symphony&lt;/span&gt; surrounding me. The things I &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;left behind &lt;/span&gt;have melted in my mind and now there's a&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; purity&lt;/span&gt; inside of me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-1883501580649893838?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/1883501580649893838/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=1883501580649893838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1883501580649893838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1883501580649893838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/09/109-tonight-sky-above-reminds-me-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SMf8zt4jyFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HN1duFixBLM/s72-c/winter+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-1677200104134978756</id><published>2008-09-02T19:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:43:09.830-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Plan'/><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2/9/08&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SL3Ay1od8gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SabzezXLGSw/s1600-h/pierre+in+concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241557520951931394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 11px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px" height="123" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SL3Ay1od8gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SabzezXLGSw/s320/pierre+in+concert.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I heard ou're doing Ok but I want you to know I'm addict, I'm &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; to you.I can't pretend I don't care when you don't think about me.Do you think I deserve this? I tried to make you happy but you left anyway.I'm trying to forget that I'm addicted to you, but I want it and I need it I'm addicted to you (...)&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt;.How long will I be waiting? Until the end of time.I don't know why I'm still waiting &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can't make you mine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-1677200104134978756?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/1677200104134978756/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=1677200104134978756&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1677200104134978756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/1677200104134978756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SL3Ay1od8gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SabzezXLGSw/s72-c/pierre+in+concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-7737249817904610</id><published>2008-08-26T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:22:15.738-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;26/8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(...)So I'd rather you stayed near me." His eyes did that unfair smoldering thing again.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't argue, with the eyes or the motivation, and it was a moot point anyway. "As it happens, I don't mind being alone with you." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," he sighed, brooding. "You should tell Charlie, though."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why in the world would I do that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;His eyes were suddenly fierce. "To give me some small incentive to bring you back." I gulped.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-7737249817904610?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/7737249817904610/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=7737249817904610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7737249817904610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7737249817904610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/08/268.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-2665426852590251985</id><published>2008-08-23T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:46:16.565-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='page 393'/><title type='text'>Love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SLC74_P4-QI/AAAAAAAAACk/3V9Ft635HBA/s1600-h/P1010261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237892954357037314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="143" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SLC74_P4-QI/AAAAAAAAACk/3V9Ft635HBA/s200/P1010261.JPG" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;23/8/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-No puedo hacer eso- Repitio Edward, pero esta vez su voz mostraba signos evidentes de derrota. La lógica estaba haciendo de las suyas con él.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intenté ser persuasiva.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-2665426852590251985?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/2665426852590251985/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=2665426852590251985&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2665426852590251985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/2665426852590251985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/08/23808-no-puedo-hacer-eso-repitio-edward.html' title='Love it'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SLC74_P4-QI/AAAAAAAAACk/3V9Ft635HBA/s72-c/P1010261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-9204999228309629041</id><published>2008-07-28T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:48:47.677-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><title type='text'>Indie Rock'n'Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=757000"&gt;&lt;img title="The Killers" style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlprRWZfUHZVM0JHZDFjSmFyaHA2dncAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's indie rock and roll for me. It's all I need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-9204999228309629041?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/9204999228309629041/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=9204999228309629041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/9204999228309629041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/9204999228309629041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/07/indie-rocknroll.html' title='Indie Rock&apos;n&apos;Roll'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-6911390894905092353</id><published>2008-07-12T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:08:23.762-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>Can't decide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SHkAotw0y5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OSr5pzN7qik/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222205942391950226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SHkAotw0y5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OSr5pzN7qik/s200/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;12/7/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.&lt;strong&gt;It's your turn&lt;/strong&gt;, so take a seat we're settling the final score. And why do we like to hurt, so much?I can't decide,you have made it harder just to go on.And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong. That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating,and that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. I wonder how am I supposed to feel when your are not here, 'casue I burned every bridge I ever made when you were here.I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn. Oh why, all the possibilities &lt;strong&gt;I'm sure you've heard&lt;/strong&gt;...That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.. I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating, and that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. Hey, make your way to me, and I'll always be just so inviting.If I ever start to think straight, this heart will start a riot in me. Let's start, start, hey!Why do we like to hurt so much?Oh why do we like to hurt so much?That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.Now I can't trust myself with anything but this. &lt;strong&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-6911390894905092353?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/6911390894905092353/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=6911390894905092353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6911390894905092353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/6911390894905092353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-decide.html' title='Can&apos;t decide.'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SHkAotw0y5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OSr5pzN7qik/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-343188157925500223</id><published>2008-06-28T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:43:13.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unttitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;27/6/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, para ser yo la dueña del blog, ya es raro que suba dos veces seguidas. Le debo estar tomando cariño...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoy un día ni bueno ni malo, pero estaba pensando...¿Cómo el ser humano puede ser tan diferente de las otras especies?¿Por qué nosotros podemos sentir?¿Por qué fuimos los "elegidos" para tener una voluntad, para hacer lo que queremos?¿Es eso realmente bueno,después de todo? Digo, si nos ponemos a pensar, el hombre es quien más daño ha hecho al mundo, solo porque hace lo que le parece, es egoísta y comete error tras error sin intentar remediarlos. Bueno, estoy siendo un poco dura, hay personas de todo tipo, y a veces por culpa de uno todos pagan los platos rotos. Y eso nos lleva a otro gran interrogante, ¿Cómo es que nosotros podemos ser tan distintos unos de otros? Las personalidades son, a mi entender, todo un misterio... Algunas personas son ególatras, buscando siempre ser las mejores en todo, las más populares, un modelo a seguir. Y hay otras que sólo quieren tratar de llevar su vida lo mejor que pueden y punto. O incluso hay mezclas de ambas, y esas son, en mi opinión, las que peor lo llevan. No están ni de un lado ni de otro, y no siempre hay un "intermedio" para todo.  Y también hay personas que no entran en ninguna de mis descripciones anteriores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Y bueno basta, demasiada filosofía, el punto es que me da mucha bronca que haya "individuos" que cometen errores y que no se hacen cargo.  Me molesta que haya gente hoy en día que sólo busque ser lo más de lo más , sin preocuparse ni un segundo por las cosas que de verdad importan¿Es &lt;strong&gt;realmente&lt;/strong&gt; necesario?¿Qué ganás con tener las mejores zapatillas, la mayor cantidad de firmas en tu flog? O, pasándolo a un nivel más alto ¿Qué ganás con declararle la guerra a un país que está mucho peor que el tuyo, solo por cosas como "el petróleo"? ¿Tiene sentido, al final, que por tener lo que &lt;strong&gt;vos&lt;/strong&gt; querías, jodas a un montón de gente? No, pero a nadie parece importarle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Si no leíste porque te aburrió, aclaro que no me importa, yo lo escribí porque lo sentí y punto, aunque aclaro que por gente que "se aburre", a la que todo le chupa un huevo, nuestro mundo está como está. Y que, como dice Paramore en su canción Misery Bussines, "&lt;em&gt;La gente nunca cambia" &lt;/em&gt;Por lo tanto nuestro ya mencionado mundo tiene pocas probabilidades de cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Peace,people, &lt;strong&gt;If you can stand it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-343188157925500223?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/343188157925500223/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=343188157925500223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/343188157925500223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/343188157925500223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/06/unttitled.html' title='Unttitled'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100974286711412655.post-7440274414375641524</id><published>2008-05-04T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:02:48.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola</title><content type='html'>¿Qué hago yo con un blog? Buena pregunta, no tengo ni idea... Estaba boludeando y me dieron ganas, no se.&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que el flog ya me rompió demasiado las pelotas. Si, tenía un flog (/icaandoobetter), pero ya basta. Dudo que suba muy seguido, no soy conocida por mi constancia con las cosas, y lo peor es que este blog cobró vida a mediados de marzo, y sin embargo pasó el tiempo y nunca más volví.&lt;br /&gt;Puede que te preguntes; ¿y esta quien es? Te respondo, soy Camila. ¿Edad? Estoy "en mis trece" , aunque puede que cuando vuelva a subir ya tenga los catorce. En fin, basta de estupideces, ya terminé mi primera entrada.&lt;br /&gt;Peace,people (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100974286711412655-7440274414375641524?l=blushandlipstick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/feeds/7440274414375641524/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5100974286711412655&amp;postID=7440274414375641524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7440274414375641524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5100974286711412655/posts/default/7440274414375641524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blushandlipstick.blogspot.com/2008/05/hola.html' title='Hola'/><author><name>LadyCamelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00122742137382793738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sP-fQXQ0FkA/SoRjMxvqayI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tc4IEq8akZ8/S220/P1000386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
