<?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-5067062</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:33:36.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SoFuckingMad</title><subtitle type='html'>Do I bother you?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-1818767029408739812</id><published>2009-10-26T12:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:53:34.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I keep coming back to the one thingThat I need to walk away from"Continuo tentando reavivar esse blog. Mas não sei se o que eu tenho a falar ainda interessa.Talvez sirva como plataforma para falar de CDs, DVDs, etc, etc... talvez não. Mas sinto falta de um 'diário virtual', e penso que às vezes um blog é algo meio old-style (estranho falar que alguma coisa com a qual eu mexia há seis anos é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/1818767029408739812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=1818767029408739812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/1818767029408739812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/1818767029408739812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-keep-coming-back-to-one-thing-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-5902976826109996141</id><published>2007-07-29T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:55:31.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"'Cause this is thrillerThriller nightAnd no one's gonna save youFrom the beast about to strike"Ah, mais um livro do Harry Potter, mais um momento de stress acerca de spoilers. Ontem vi até briga de soco (um rascunho de briga, na verdade, mas briga mesmo assim) porque alguém brincou que um certo personagem X havia morrido. E o outro achando ser verdade pediu (com um carinho de alto impacto) que o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/5902976826109996141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=5902976826109996141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/5902976826109996141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/5902976826109996141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2007/07/cause-this-is-thriller-thriller-night.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-7691212774404728472</id><published>2007-07-25T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:10:25.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And so you're back,from outer space,I just walked in to find you herewith that sad look upon your face" My gawd. Eu sei que tinha falado que o blog vivia há dois anos atrás, mas quem diria, ele ainda estava hibernando.Agora vai! Se pro brejo ou pra frente, eu já não sei.Enfim, minhas previsões/paúras acerca de fazer vestibular se concretizaram, mas com resultados felizes e contentes. Partindo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/7691212774404728472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=7691212774404728472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/7691212774404728472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/7691212774404728472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-so-youre-back-from-outer-space-i.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-113192934179713907</id><published>2005-11-13T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:49:01.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it lives....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/113192934179713907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=113192934179713907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/113192934179713907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/113192934179713907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-112622948443064633</id><published>2005-09-08T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:31:24.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Nothing fails,no more fears,nothing fails,you washed away my tears"mil anos depois... o blog ainda vive. Da série "tecos de conversas de msn que a gente se orgulha de ter participado"EU:nem eu ahauahahau aí é que está a beleza da vida... ela não é pra se entender... é pra se viverEle:nao vejo beleza na vida.EU:é porque está tentando entendê-la... seja menos racional e mais passional..Ele:nao </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/112622948443064633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=112622948443064633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/112622948443064633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/112622948443064633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-fails-no-more-fears-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-112112179217174475</id><published>2005-07-11T19:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:43:12.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How can it be, that right here with me,There's an angel. It's a miracle.Your love is like a river, peaceful and deepYour soul is like a secret that I never could keepWhen I look into your eyes I know that it's true:God must have spent a little more time on you"Hoje de manhã me deu vontade de escrever um livro. E acho que ele começaria mais ou menos assim:"Um leve tremor, um som ensurdecedor, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/112112179217174475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=112112179217174475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/112112179217174475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/112112179217174475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-can-it-be-that-right-here-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-111939761240504409</id><published>2005-06-21T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:46:52.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Jump offYour building's on fireI'll catch youI'll catch youDestroy all that is keeping you backAnd then I'll nurse youI'll nurse you" Da série posts-que-nunca-foram: "ah, a tirania do talvez. A sombra gelada que não é nem sim, nem não. Não traz a alegria da confirmação, ou a decepção da recusa. É como casa sem alicerce, incerta se vai cair ou se manter em pé. Pior é considerar as duas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/111939761240504409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=111939761240504409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/111939761240504409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/111939761240504409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/06/jump-off-your-buildings-on-fire-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-111801424777220647</id><published>2005-06-05T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:30:47.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" There are things of which I may not speak;There are dreams that cannot die;There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,And bring a pallor into the cheek,And a mist before the eye.And the words of that fatal songCome over me like a chill:'A boy's will is the wind's will,And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' " okay,  In the Bedroom (a.k.a. Entre Quatro Paredes) é um puta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/111801424777220647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=111801424777220647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/111801424777220647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/111801424777220647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/06/there-are-things-of-which-i-may-not.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-111703853139290422</id><published>2005-05-25T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:43:48.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How will I know if he really loves meI say a prayer with every heartbeatI fall in love whenever we meetI'm asking you, what you know about these thingsHow will I know if he's thinking of meI try to phone but I'm too shy (can't speak)Falling in love is all bitter sweetThis love is strong, why do I feel weak"Okay, eu admito: Star Wars- Episode III- The Revenge of the Sith  é realmente duca!!! Tá </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/111703853139290422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=111703853139290422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/111703853139290422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/111703853139290422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-will-i-know-if-he-really-loves-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-111551994637799981</id><published>2005-05-07T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:47:56.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Time after timeEverybody came aroundAnd I was dancing with youDon't know your nameMaking me ashamedTo feel the way that I doThe lights went outCouldn't be withoutIt was the place to beI won't forget the greatest dance i hadWhen I was dancing with you"Finalmente, voltei. Abril foi um mês um tanto estranho. Mais uma rodada de cuidados à la enfermeiro, mas tudo voltou ao normal, ou quase. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/111551994637799981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=111551994637799981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/111551994637799981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/111551994637799981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-after-time-everybody-came-around.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-111223890613864165</id><published>2005-03-31T00:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T00:15:06.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Look for a rainbow in every stormFind out for certain, love's gonna be there for youYou'll always be someone's baby"  um mês depois..... Dias bizarros virão. Ou melhor, vieram. Páscoa sem ovo (mas com uma caixa de bombons, cortesia da minha irmã),mas passei a semana da páscoa como enfermeiro/farmacêutico/nursing-home caretaker. Foi uma experiência.... interessante, eu diria. Não muito agradável,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/111223890613864165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=111223890613864165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/111223890613864165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/111223890613864165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/03/look-for-rainbow-in-every-storm-find.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-110994605022319093</id><published>2005-03-04T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:20:50.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Don't know why,there's no sun up in the skyStormy weather.Since my man and I ain't togetherKeeps raining all the time" Why? Doushite? Porque? (com ou sem acento? eu nunca sei). Porque as pessoas colocam kanjis(os famosos "ideogramas japoneses")em carros, ou em tattoos, sem ao menos saber o que significam? o que eu já vi de kanji ao contrário ou de ponta-cabeça em carro não tá escrito. E ouvi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/110994605022319093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=110994605022319093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110994605022319093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110994605022319093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-know-why-theres-no-sun-up-in-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-110875033828081737</id><published>2005-02-18T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T15:12:18.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Oh it seemed forever stopped todayAll the lonely hearts in LondonCaught a plane and flew awayAnd all the best women are marriedAll the handsome men are gayYou feel deprived"Eu tenho um sério problema. Eu sofro por antecipação. É patológico, eu sei. Mas não consigo me controlar. É só existir a possibilidade de uma notícia ruim, ou a chance da inevitabilidade de sair de uma enrascada e eu já </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/110875033828081737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=110875033828081737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110875033828081737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110875033828081737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-it-seemed-forever-stopped-today-all.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-110667856892611379</id><published>2005-01-25T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T15:42:48.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Take back that sad word goodbyeBring back the joy to my lifeDon't leave me here with these tearsCome and kiss this pain awayI can't forget the day you leftTime is so unkindAnd life is so cruel without you here beside me"Normal. Na média. Indiferente. Já repararam com os bons (não os excelentes) nunca recebem qualquer tipo de reconhecimento? Como diz a propaganda "Ninguém lembra do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/110667856892611379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=110667856892611379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110667856892611379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110667856892611379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/01/take-back-that-sad-word-goodbye-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-110520068793334385</id><published>2005-01-08T13:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T13:17:30.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Me dê a mão, me abraça,viaja comigo pro céu.Sou gavião, levanto a taça,Com muito orgulho, pra delírio da Fiel"E já começou o Carnaval. Aquela enxurrada de bunda e gente sambando de boca aberta. Ê-laiá. Nunca fui muito fã de Carnaval, mas sempre assisto um pedacinho. E esse ano tem um atrativo a mais: sem Gaviões da Fiel!  Boo-yah! E tem Mancha Verde. E eu ainda não tenho opinião formada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/110520068793334385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=110520068793334385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110520068793334385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110520068793334385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-d-mo-me-abraa-viaja-comigo-pro-cu.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-110420734102725990</id><published>2004-12-28T01:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:15:41.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Another turning point, a fork stuck in the roadTime grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to goSo make the best of this test, and don't ask whyIt's not a question, but a lesson learned in timeIt's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.I hope you had the time of your life."   E que 2005 seja melhor que 2004 (ou pelo menos melhor que o segundo semestre).np:"Solitaire"- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/110420734102725990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=110420734102725990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110420734102725990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110420734102725990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/12/another-turning-point-fork-stuck-in.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-110193525611277632</id><published>2004-12-01T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:25:04.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "On s'est promis de s'attendreUn gentleman sait comprendre (oh, oh, oh, oh) amicalement votreEt je ne saurais résister quand ce corps sait m'appeler (oh, oh, oh)"Mais um ano que passou rápido demais e ainda assim está demorando pra acabar. Parece que ainda ontem eu me desesperava com as provas de Cálculo. E as férias estão  one eternity away. Já estou meio de saco cheio. Sabe quando o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/110193525611277632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=110193525611277632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110193525611277632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/110193525611277632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-sest-promis-de-sattendre-un.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109960040559574171</id><published>2004-11-04T17:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T17:33:25.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hold up... hold on... don't be scared You'll never change what's been and gone May your smile... Shine on... Don't be scared Your destiny may keep you warm. Cos all of the stars are fading away Just try not to worry you'll see them some day Take what you need and be on your way And stop crying your heart out " Uma alergia, uma insônia, um banho de sangue e uma bronca. Bem, amigos da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109960040559574171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109960040559574171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109960040559574171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109960040559574171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/11/hold-up.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109807325365379854</id><published>2004-10-18T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:20:53.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I ain't sleeping, too much in my headI've been thinking somethin's left unsaidAnd in the morning feeling just the sameBoy, it's killing meI ain't crying don't want to be aloneJust need lifting from my melancholic tone.Make no mistake, a little too late is just too longDon't ask me why this is goodbyeIf you you do me wrong" É, não estou conseguindo dormir. Uma da manhã, com aula logo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109807325365379854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109807325365379854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109807325365379854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109807325365379854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-aint-sleeping-too-much-in-my-head-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109746272403189832</id><published>2004-10-10T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T23:45:24.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The choice was mine and mine completelyI could have any prize that I desiredI could burn with the splendor of the brightest fireOr else or else I could choose time" Qual é meu problema com estrelas-da-música-estrelando-musicais-dramáticos ? A última vez que eu lembro de ter chorado num filme foi com  Dançando no Escuro, estrelado pela  Björk. Quer dizer, última vez até hoje. Acabei de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109746272403189832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109746272403189832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109746272403189832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109746272403189832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/10/choice-was-mine-and-mine-completely-i.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109693418731877067</id><published>2004-10-04T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T20:56:45.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "anata no shiawase negau hodo  wagamama ga fueteku yoanata wa watashi wo hikitometai  itsu datte soudareka no negai ga kanau koro  ano ko ga naiteru yominna no negai wa douji ni wa kanawanai" Quanto mais eu desejo pela sua felicidade, mais egoísta eu me torno,Mas você nunca me reprime, você nunca o fezQuando os pedidos de alguém se realizam, outra pessoa choraOs desejos de todo mundo não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109693418731877067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109693418731877067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109693418731877067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109693418731877067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/10/anata-no-shiawase-negau-hodo-wagamama.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109608499040602598</id><published>2004-09-25T01:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T01:03:10.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Just like a prayer,your voice can take me thereJust like a muse to meYou are a mistery"And then there were two. Doações para a compra de  "The First Album"  e  "Remixed and Revisited" serão aceitas com um grande sorriso bobo na cara.E eu não sei fazer curativo de cachorros. Ou a minha cachorra que não sabe ficar quieta e deixar o curativo no lugar ( I dunno, pick one!)Ah, por pouco </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109608499040602598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109608499040602598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109608499040602598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109608499040602598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-like-prayer-your-voice-can-take-me.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109553457494555759</id><published>2004-09-18T16:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T16:10:30.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Almost made you love me,Almost made you cry.Almost made you happy, baby,Didn't I , didn't I?"Post pronto que some? Obrigado blogger.comAh, também não vou reescrever. Em resumo: "Never say never" da Brandy é um ótimo album e o Darkchild é um ótimo produtor. 'Nuff saidnp: "One voice"- Brandy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109553457494555759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109553457494555759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109553457494555759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109553457494555759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/09/almost-made-you-love-me-almost-made-you.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109487895699928879</id><published>2004-09-11T01:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T02:02:37.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The pleasure is all mineto get to bethe generous oneis the strongest stance(...)When in doubt give"Poucas coisas me incomodam mais do que pessoas mal-agradecidas. Não espero uma fanfarra, um monumento em minha homenagem por favores prestados, mas um simples obrigado ou um "keeping me in the loop" seria muito bem recebido. Mas às vezes a gente se vê obrigado a engolir sapos, abaixar a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109487895699928879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109487895699928879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109487895699928879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109487895699928879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/09/pleasure-is-all-mine-to-get-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109399641454071173</id><published>2004-08-31T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T20:57:15.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm in a trance,and the world is spinning,spinning, baby, out of control.I'm in a trance.I let the music take meTake me where my heart wants to go." Ah, como o mundo gosta de nos testar, não? Um projeto seu que cai justamente com a professora que mais te odeia (e o sentimento era recíproco até pouco tempo atrás), e que resolve implicar com uma matéria " em duplicata". Você vai descer do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109399641454071173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109399641454071173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109399641454071173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109399641454071173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-in-trance-and-world-is-spinning.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109331709949327952</id><published>2004-08-24T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T00:11:39.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> '"Love isn't funny,when it is burning insideWhen all you think ofis how to get through the night"Ainda estou vivo! Ou melhor : sobrevivendo. A ansiedade que eu tinha se transformou em vontade de seguir em frente, mas às vezes ainda me bate a sensação de que estou mordendo mais do que consigo mastigar. Respiro fundo. inhale, exhale. Pronto, passou! heheheheA vida parece finalmente estar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109331709949327952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109331709949327952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109331709949327952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109331709949327952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/08/love-isnt-funny-when-it-is-burning.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109098951534162962</id><published>2004-07-28T01:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T01:38:35.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "A chair is still a chair,even when there's no one sitting there.But a chair is not a houseand a house is not a home.When the two of us are far apartand one of us has a broken heart" I miss you, but I haven't met you yet. É, a Björk estava certa. Dá pra sentir saudades de alguém que você não conhece?  Maybe, se esse alguém é um alguém que você idealiza, mas que pode muito bem não existir.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109098951534162962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109098951534162962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109098951534162962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109098951534162962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/07/chair-is-still-chair-even-when-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-109064248985618737</id><published>2004-07-24T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T01:14:49.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You chew me upAnd spit me outEnjoy the tasteI leave in your mouthYou look at meI look at youNeither of us know what to do" OBS: O post a seguir não é recomendado para diabéticos por ser piegas demais... e tenho ditoWelcome to wherever you are. Ah, as férias. Finalmente!!! Aproveitei pra ir pra praia tomar chuva e fazer passeios que sempre furavam. Mas acho que fazia tempo que não ria </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/109064248985618737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=109064248985618737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109064248985618737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/109064248985618737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-chew-me-up-and-spit-me-out-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108966363438075503</id><published>2004-07-12T17:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T16:23:05.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" I too once thought that once provedthat I lost somehowAnd I too once thought that life was cruel"Alguém por aí deve estar rezando em meu nome pra Nossa Senhora do Coito Interrompido. Impossível, impossível. Sábado, meu primeiro dia de "férias" (é, ainda tenho o trabalho pra me atolar). Vou, feliz e contente ao Hopi Hari (pela primeira vez desde aqueles momentos não tão felizes e contentes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108966363438075503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108966363438075503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108966363438075503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108966363438075503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-too-once-thought-that-once-proved.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108804706745191065</id><published>2004-06-24T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T00:17:47.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And I wonder if you knowHow it makes me feelTo be left outside aloneWhen it's cold out here"Porque quando você tem a idéia mais genial sobre um post você está a milhas de qualquer computador (no caso, halfway entre a faculdade e minha casa)? E quando você finalmente chega em casa, só lembra que a idéia era no mínimo razoável, mas não tem um mísero rascunho mental do tópico? Típico.Anyways</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108804706745191065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108804706745191065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108804706745191065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108804706745191065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-i-wonder-if-you-know-how-it-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108718230821345136</id><published>2004-06-13T23:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T00:05:08.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"This the way you judge meTaking what you see is what I am insideJust because you think you know me"Ah, finalmente o template voltou ao ar. Um obrigado indireto ao Bunitinhu pela idéia que ele inconscientemente me deu.O cd da Utada Hikaru (a.k.a. UTADA) foi adiado até o outono nos EUA (andam dizendo que em outubro sai). Mas o novo CD coreano da BoA já saiu. Ela parece que cresceu e ficou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108718230821345136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108718230821345136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108718230821345136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108718230821345136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-way-you-judge-me-taking-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108593587812717914</id><published>2004-05-30T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T13:51:18.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What am I supposed to do?I don't wanna be your referee,but anytime tonight I'm gonna blow my whistle"Onde mais se pode fazer uma comunidade de adoradores da loja de cds a 3 reais? Só no orkut mesmo. A coisa mais inútil e ao mesmo tempo mais divertida dos últimos tempos. Já viciei em "Street Chaves" (pense em Street Fighter +Chaves), em "Eu já...", em falar mal do Jura Cabeção... ah, bons </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108593587812717914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108593587812717914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108593587812717914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108593587812717914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-am-i-supposed-to-do-i-dont-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108501874991866227</id><published>2004-05-19T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:05:49.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir I guess I didn't make it But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection A freckle on the nose of life's complexionThe cinder or the shiny apple of its eye.I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,Only can die once, right, sir? Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108501874991866227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108501874991866227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108501874991866227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108501874991866227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/05/ill-march-my-band-out-ill-beat-my-drum.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108402732290959994</id><published>2004-05-08T11:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T11:50:35.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So I say thank you for the music,the songs I'm singingThanks for all the joy they're bringing.who could live without it?I ask in all honestyWhat would life be,without a song or a dance what are we?So I say thank you for the music,for giving it to me" Ultimamente tenho ouvido bastante música pop bizarra mas ainda assim muito boa(no computador, já que meu maldito cd player quebrou).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108402732290959994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108402732290959994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108402732290959994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108402732290959994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-i-say-thank-you-for-music-songs-im.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108379460930668323</id><published>2004-05-05T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T19:07:48.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"While he was braggin'I was coming down the hill and just draggin'All his pictures and his clothes in the bag andSold everything else 'til there was just nothin' left "Really, there's people who will just go out on a limb to impart their narrow-mindedness and lack of respect for others. Don't fret, because they are the ones who might end up handicapped, anyways."L.R.N.Meias, meias, meias.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108379460930668323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108379460930668323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108379460930668323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108379460930668323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/05/while-he-was-braggin-i-was-coming-down.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108314290818514690</id><published>2004-04-28T06:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T06:05:57.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Make the warm wind circle roundMy head just like ya doIf I could do it,I'd be doing it to youI believe I’d buy whatever you would sell to meNothing in my life ever came with a guarantee"Se eu não seguisse o milenar POP (Procedimento Operacional Padrão) de colocar pedaços de música como título dos meus posts, esse bem que poderia se chamar "Phatos Patéticos" (okay, só agora percebi o quão </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108314290818514690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108314290818514690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108314290818514690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108314290818514690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/04/make-warm-wind-circle-round-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108259996788512759</id><published>2004-04-21T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T23:16:48.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Scared to show or tellKeep what you just feltA secret to yourselfI'm gettin' tired of mysteriesEven though I say they do notThe games you play hurt me a lotWhen there's none to playWill you go or stay?My instincts says I ought to disagreeWhen my mother says men will leave eventually (is it true?)Nothing lasts foreverI agreeBut I wouldn't mind the possibility (oh)"Falta pouco, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108259996788512759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108259996788512759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108259996788512759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108259996788512759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/04/scared-to-show-or-tell-keep-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108198381942657942</id><published>2004-04-14T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:07:30.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Lil' Johnny all aloneHis only friend, the doll he carries with himGoes to school each and every dayTo be teased because he has no place to stayThis young and homeless boy feels his life is worthlessInstead of suicide he cries himself to sleepAnd it's happenin to this world we live inThere's got to be a better way"  IT HAS BEGUN. Essas sábias palavras ditas pelo grande mestre Rayden (e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108198381942657942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108198381942657942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108198381942657942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108198381942657942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/04/lil-johnny-all-alone-his-only-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108104931278865978</id><published>2004-04-04T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T00:32:09.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And it's too late, baby,Now it's too late,Though we really did try to make it.Somethin' inside has diedAnd I can't hide and I just can't fake it." "Why did I start at the end? Because it wasn't until I reached the end that I was able to understand the beginning".É, realmente tem coisas que a gente não se dá conta de como são boas até chegarem ao final. O jeito é aproveitar o que temos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108104931278865978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108104931278865978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108104931278865978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108104931278865978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/04/and-its-too-late-baby-now-its-too-late.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-108085676729130224</id><published>2004-04-01T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T19:05:02.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I broke a heart, that's gentle and true.Well, I broke a heart over someone like you.I'll beg his forgiveness on bended knees.I wouldn't blame him if he said to me...You're no good,You're no good,You're no good.Baby, you're no good."Ah,  April's fool's day. Dia da mentira. Dia dos bobos. Chame como quiser, mas hoje é o dia em que segundo boa parte dos calendários, se pode mentir. Mas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/108085676729130224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=108085676729130224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108085676729130224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/108085676729130224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-broke-heart-thats-gentle-and-true.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107962513105754681</id><published>2004-03-18T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T12:55:26.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Isn't it weird?Isn't it strange?Though we are just two strangers,on this runaway train." Estranho,weird. É assim que eu estou me sentindo. Sabe aqueles momentos em que você simplesmente não sabe como está? Eu sei que não estou mal, mas não estou bem. E também não estou em lugar nenhum no meio. Bizarro, eu sei. Mas acho que logo passa.Em compensação, ter ouvido ontem alguém tocar  ao vivo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107962513105754681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107962513105754681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107962513105754681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107962513105754681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/03/isnt-it-weird-isnt-it-strange-though.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107827426878254204</id><published>2004-03-02T21:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:41:49.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I like to read a murder mysteryI like to know the killer isn't meLove and hate what a beautiful combinationSending shivers make me quiverFeel it sliver up and down my spine" Ah, the great things in life. Receber uma ligação às 10 da noite, tirar seu pijama, tomar um banho e se aprontar pra sair. Bem assim,  unexpected. Tomar uma chuva desgraçada no caminho (acompanhada de gritos de "minha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107827426878254204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107827426878254204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107827426878254204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107827426878254204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-like-to-read-murder-mystery-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107766874271077890</id><published>2004-02-24T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:30:07.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Her name was Lola, she was a showgirlWith yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to thereShe would merengue and do the cha-chaAnd while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended barAcross the crowded floor, they worked from eight til fourThey were young and they had each otherWho could ask for more?"Thanks for writing me.  I didn't know they showed figure skating in Brazil!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107766874271077890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107766874271077890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107766874271077890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107766874271077890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/02/her-name-was-lola-she-was-showgirl.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107671155968040310</id><published>2004-02-13T19:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T19:35:09.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" To be, or not to be, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune;Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing, end them."O trecho acima, bastante conhecido, é do Ato III de Hamlet. Nessa parte o personagem contempla o suicídio (o tal "ser ou não ser"), e tenta se decidir se é mais nobre sofrer com os infortúnios da</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107671155968040310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107671155968040310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107671155968040310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107671155968040310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/02/to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is-question.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107627951009755204</id><published>2004-02-08T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:34:13.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I guess it finally dawned on me you're goneWell maybe I can make it on my ownI don't stay up wonderin' if you'll callAnd some nights I don't dream of you at allYour memory's still hurtin' deep insideThat's something I'm still learnin' how to hideThough this heart of mine has lost an ache or twoI've only turned a lighter shade of blue"47 dias. 47 dias firme e forte, segurando a barra, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107627951009755204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107627951009755204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107627951009755204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107627951009755204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-guess-it-finally-dawned-on-me-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107616624676133572</id><published>2004-02-07T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T12:06:28.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Here I goTrying to run ahead of that,Heart break train,Thinking,It will never catch up with me.(...)I'm trying to land,This aeroplane of ours gracefully,But it seems just destined to crash" Depois de um mês ralando no estágio, finalmente chega a volta às aulas. Mesmo tendo poucas férias esse ano até que eu consegui descansar bastante. Fiz boa parte do que eu queria fazer, assisti o que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107616624676133572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107616624676133572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107616624676133572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107616624676133572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/02/here-i-go-trying-to-run-ahead-of-that.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107560213722714507</id><published>2004-01-31T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T23:24:30.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Não vou morrer, nem sequer me abalar              Nem sorrir, nem ao menos vou chorar          Mas acredite, meu coração ainda sabe fingirPor alguém que é ninguém, que é ninguém    Por alguém que é ninguém prá mim"  Rain. Feel on fingertips, hear it on my windowpane. Que tal  fucking up all my nightly plans? Estava programado com tudo pronto pra sair. Só precisava tomar um banho, me vestir</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107560213722714507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107560213722714507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107560213722714507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107560213722714507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/01/no-vou-morrer-nem-sequer-me-abalar-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107471921394345023</id><published>2004-01-21T18:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T18:08:53.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" so no one told life was gonna be this way,Your job's a joke , you're broke, your love life's D.O.A."Uma das minhas séries prediletas está pra terminar. Estou falando de Friends. E é claro, os produtores estão guardando algumas surpresas. E hoje achei essa fotinho fofa (quem não gosta de spoilers, por favor não olhe... heheh):Phoebe e seu marido Mike.E acho que pela primeira vez em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107471921394345023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107471921394345023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107471921394345023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107471921394345023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-no-one-told-life-was-gonna-be-this.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107412356468136938</id><published>2004-01-14T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T20:41:15.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's getting late to give you upI took a sip from a devil's cupSlowly, It's taking over me"Férias, tempo de não fazer nada. Falta do que fazer? Nah! Agora que voltei pro estágio, tenho que rever TODOS os arquivos desde 1976. Sim, sim. Antes de eu nascer. Antes de minha irmã nascer. Antes de minha mãe casar. Antes do primeiro (ou seria o quarto) Star Wars estrear. Pois é, pois é. O bom é que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107412356468136938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107412356468136938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107412356468136938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107412356468136938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/01/its-getting-late-to-give-you-up-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107349410124582573</id><published>2004-01-07T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T13:50:02.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I wish you could adoreThe way you did beforeNow you're living through another yearOh, the light you wereWill soon become a blurAs you're living through another yearOh, what a waste of time it isTo indulge inside of blissGetting ready for another year like thisAnother year to lieAnother year goes byYou're not sick, so you can’t healBut I wonder do you feelThe need to cry: 'I'm out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107349410124582573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107349410124582573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107349410124582573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107349410124582573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-wish-you-could-adore-way-you-did.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107310246248568885</id><published>2004-01-03T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T01:02:37.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Maybe it's much too early in the gameOh, but I thought I'd ask you just the sameWhat are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve?Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tightWhen it's exactly twelve o'clock that nightWelcoming in the New Year, New Year's EveMaybe I'm crazy to suppose I'd ever be the one you choseOut of the thousand invitations you receive"Novo ano. Novos planos. Nova </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107310246248568885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107310246248568885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107310246248568885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107310246248568885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2004/01/maybe-its-much-too-early-in-game-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107198110239590605</id><published>2003-12-21T01:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T01:33:00.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sonhos.(Caetano Veloso).Tudo era apenas uma brincadeiraE foi crescendo, crescendo, me absorvendoE de repente eu me vi assim completamente seu.Vi a minha força amarrada no seu passo,Vi que sem você não há caminho, eu não me acho,Vi um grande amor gritar dentro de mimComo eu sonhei um dia.Quando o meu mundo era mais mundo e todo mundo admitiaUma mudança muito estranha, mais pureza, mais</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107198110239590605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107198110239590605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107198110239590605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107198110239590605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/12/sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107190744397422487</id><published>2003-12-20T05:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T05:05:21.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"One is the loneliest number that you'll ever doTwo can be as bad as oneIt's the loneliest number since the number one"No" is the saddest experience you'll ever knowYes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever knowBecause one is the loneliest number that you'll ever doOne is the loneliest number that you'll ever know"Ainda bem que o ano está acabando. Ano novo me dá mais ânimo de fazer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107190744397422487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107190744397422487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107190744397422487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107190744397422487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/12/one-is-loneliest-number-that-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107163202962915810</id><published>2003-12-17T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T00:36:32.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not.. what you thought...When you first... began it.You got... what you want...Now you can hardly stand it, though,By now you know, it's not going to stop...It's not going to stop...It's not going to stop,Till you wise up.You're sure... there's a cure...And you have finally found it.You think... one drink...Will shrink you to... your undergroundAnd living down, but it's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107163202962915810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107163202962915810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107163202962915810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107163202962915810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107162424764804040</id><published>2003-12-16T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:25:20.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When I have finally found my room filled with toysBe banging on my crib excited by noiseOh, how I'll feel like a beautiful childSuch a beautiful child again" Lembram que eu disse que tinha me fodido na prova de computação? Pois é, não sei de onde, que intervenção divina foi essa, mas consegui passar na matéria. Com 6,5!!! (Sim, estou comemorando um 6,5.. pra quem estava com 4,0 antes, isso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107162424764804040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107162424764804040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107162424764804040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107162424764804040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/12/when-i-have-finally-found-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107136349480930985</id><published>2003-12-13T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T21:59:22.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Whenever you're nearI hear a symphonyA tender melodyPulling me closerCloser to your arms"Hoje foi O dia!!! Toquei pela primeira vez com uma orquestra. Tudo bem, não era nenhuma Filarmônica de Nova Iorque, mas mesmo assim foi muito divertido. Só participei do ensaio, com viola emprestada e nem tinha espaleira (quem conhece sabe como é difícil tocar sem). Mas o simples fato de sentar no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107136349480930985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107136349480930985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107136349480930985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107136349480930985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/12/whenever-youre-near-i-hear-symphony.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107090765442408609</id><published>2003-12-08T15:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T15:24:08.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"and then there's those other thingswhich for several reasons we won't mentioneverything about them is a little bit stranger, a little bit hardera little bit deadly"Sabe aqueles dias em que nada parece dar certo. Pois é, hoje é um deles pra mim. Me fodi (sim, eu disse ME FODI) bonito em uma prova de uma matéria maldita que eu não sei pra que serve. E era essa a matéria que eu precisava ir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107090765442408609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107090765442408609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107090765442408609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107090765442408609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-then-theres-those-other-things.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-107015899143152355</id><published>2003-11-29T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T23:24:01.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I wonder what it would be like. If we turned out the light.I wonder what it would be like.I'm runnin' for ya. Wanna adore ya.Who would be the first to strike?If you stayed the night.I wonder what it would be like.To love you."Strange how beauty lives in the simplest things..... Peguem o Bolero de Ravel. Basicamente é um par de frases melódicas repetidas umas trocentas vezes. Mas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/107015899143152355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=107015899143152355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107015899143152355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/107015899143152355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-wonder-what-it-would-be-like.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106953443407688814</id><published>2003-11-22T17:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T17:54:33.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So don't go awaysay what you saybut say that you'll stayforever and a day in the time of my life'cause i need more timeyes, i need more time, just to make things right" Yes, I need more time, just to make things right. Me sinto assim ultimamente. Parece que eu não tenho feito nada, e mesmo assim não tenho tempo. Acho que meu dia precisava de mais algumas horinhas. Pra eu poder ler mais, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106953443407688814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106953443407688814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106953443407688814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106953443407688814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-dont-go-away-say-what-you-say-but.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106825757523740309</id><published>2003-11-07T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T23:13:15.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" And you don't seem to understandA shame you seemed an honest manAnd all the fears you hold so dearWill turn to whisper in your ear" Acabo de ir ver Matrix Revolutions. Isso que dá ter expectativa demais com um filme. Achei que o segundo seria bom. Foi morno. Achei que melhoraria no terceiro. Que nada!!!! A primeira hora é só rebolação (gira, gira, e não sai do lugar). Daí começa a animar. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106825757523740309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106825757523740309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106825757523740309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106825757523740309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-you-dont-seem-to-understand-shame.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106819419726152728</id><published>2003-11-07T05:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T05:36:56.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Now I let you out of my lifeI'm so much betterThought that I'd be weak without you,But I'm stronger"Acho que a internet torna as pessoas mais impessoais. Não sei, mas às vezes me dá a impressão de que a pessoa do outro lado não tem consciência de que estava conversando com outra pessoa. Mas com uma máquina, que pode ser pausada e estará lá no mesmo lugar quando a pessoa voltar. Sei que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106819419726152728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106819419726152728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106819419726152728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106819419726152728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/11/now-i-let-you-out-of-my-life-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106722281720601305</id><published>2003-10-26T23:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T23:47:01.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The way your smile just beamsThe way you sing off keyThe way you haunt my dreamsNo they can't take that away from me Acabo de voltar de ver "o Mágico de OZ" (gentilmente patrocinado por um supermercado que estava dando ingressos "de grátis"). É bastante competente, mas ainda recomendo "A Bela e a Fera" (agora em temporada promocional até dezembro). Algumas horas, em "o mágico de oz", dá </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106722281720601305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106722281720601305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106722281720601305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106722281720601305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/10/way-your-smile-just-beams-way-you-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106643230610361600</id><published>2003-10-17T20:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T20:13:34.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Men reading fashion magazinesOh what a world it seems we live inStraight menOh what a world we live inEu tenho problemas. É simples assim. Eu tenho algum tipo de patologia/doença/obsessão/mania de comprar cds. Tá certo que ultimamente eu tenho comprado mais em lojinha em promoção,mas acho que comprar 11 (isso , ONZE) Cds em menos de 4 dias é um pouco doentio e nada saudável (especialmente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106643230610361600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106643230610361600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106643230610361600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106643230610361600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/10/men-reading-fashion-magazines-oh-what.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106593261653465332</id><published>2003-10-12T01:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T01:23:36.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don’t knowOnly God knows where the story ends for meBut I know where the story beginsIt’s up to us to chooseWhether we win or loseAnd I choose to winAndo negligenciando meu blog, né? Pois é! Falta de assunto dá nisso mesmo.Fui a um show muito bom hoje. Se vocês ouviram falar de "cinema em concerto" já sabem do que se trata. A orquestra foi fenomenal (viva a seção de violas!!! viva! E</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106593261653465332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106593261653465332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106593261653465332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106593261653465332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-dont-know-only-god-knows-where-story.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106529993911365649</id><published>2003-10-04T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T17:38:58.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All my people on the floor,let me see you dance!!!Saiu a nova música da Britney Spears!!!!! Tá, eu nem gosto  tanto dela. Mas a nova música ,Me against the music (clique com o botão direito e depois em salvar como) tem participação da Madonna. É bem legal e animada.E estava precisando de coisas animadas mesmo. Parece que eu estou pagando por meus erros do passado. Por tudo que fiz com as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106529993911365649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106529993911365649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106529993911365649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106529993911365649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/10/all-my-people-on-floor-let-me-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106478593148973843</id><published>2003-09-28T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T18:52:10.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I was going up the stairs I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today I wish, I wish he'd go away Esse poema aparece umas 3 vezes em "Identidade". Fui ver esse filme ontem. É muito bom. É por boa parte do tempo um daqueles filmes do tipo whodunnit (sim, é who did it mas os críticos americanos escrevem assim e eu , por osmose, também!). Mas daí dá uma guinada (não de 360 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106478593148973843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106478593148973843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106478593148973843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106478593148973843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/09/as-i-was-going-up-stairs-i-met-man-who.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106417572457394532</id><published>2003-09-21T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T17:22:04.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear sir or madam, will you read my book?It took me years to writeWill you take a look?Comprei!!!!! Minha viola. Não aquelas de sertanejo (e por falar nisso, o primeiro que me pedir pra tocar músicas do Daniel vai tomar!). Uma viola clássica. Linda, linda!!! Pena que não sei tocar ainda, e a corda é podre (isso é de praxe... só pra segurar o cavalete).E fui na festa de reunião dos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106417572457394532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106417572457394532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106417572457394532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106417572457394532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/09/dear-sir-or-madam-will-you-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106350110650663454</id><published>2003-09-13T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T21:58:26.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Oh! I'm overdue, give me some room, I'm coming through.Paid my dues,I'm in the mood,Me and my girls are gonna shake the roomMinha primeira aula de violino foi perfeita!!! Tá certo que eu toquei viola, e que ainda não comprei o instrumento. Mas consegui tocar uma música. A mais simples de todas, aquela do "dó-ré-mi-fá-fá-fá". Mas pra quem nunca tinha tocado antes, tá ótimo!!!E Charlie e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106350110650663454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106350110650663454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106350110650663454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106350110650663454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/09/oh-im-overdue-give-me-some-room-im.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106289490469325815</id><published>2003-09-06T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T21:35:04.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's too late to regret it,but you're the one who said itWe're better off being apartI hate to be a downer,but don't bother comin' 'round here'Cause I won't have a change of heartEstou  on the verge of going berserk. Tenho um relatório monstro (em grandiosidade e fear factor) para esta quarta-feira. E não sei absolutamente nada. Mas fora isso estou bem ainda. Quem vê pensa que eu tomei </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106289490469325815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106289490469325815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106289490469325815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106289490469325815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/09/its-too-late-to-regret-it-but-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106212262776977639</id><published>2003-08-28T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T23:03:47.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like sunshine after rain, I'm on my own againWithout youI've had to let you go, I wanted you to knowThat I'm still here for youEstou bem melhor. Incrivelmente melhor. Estupidamente melhor. Incrível!!! Consegui achar DOIS cds da Vanessa Mae pela bagatela de 10 reais cada. E a trilogia do Pânico. Se vocês não sabiam, fiquem sabendo agora: eu tenho uma tara pela trilogia do Pânico que é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106212262776977639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106212262776977639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106212262776977639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106212262776977639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/08/like-sunshine-after-rain-im-on-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106170007466041196</id><published>2003-08-24T01:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T01:41:14.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My head is saying "fool, forget him", my heart is saying "don't let go" Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you But now there's nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head, hopelessly devoted to you Hoje fui ver a versão brasileira de  Grease. Uma porcaria. Das grandes!!!! Ainda mais com o Afonso Nigro (ex-Dominó) no elenco. As</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106170007466041196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106170007466041196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106170007466041196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106170007466041196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/08/my-head-is-saying-fool-forget-him-my.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-106098261657786635</id><published>2003-08-15T18:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T18:23:34.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HandsomeTenderSoftWhy do you look right through methinking"No"I can't deny my feelingsGrowing strongI try to keep believingdreaming onAnd every time I see youI crave moreI wanna pull you closercloserclosercloserbut you leave me feeling frozenComo prometido, aqui vai mais um post-diarinho sobre minha vida pessoal. É, estou com medo! Simples assim. Medo de mim, dos meus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/106098261657786635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=106098261657786635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106098261657786635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/106098261657786635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/08/handsome-tender-soft-why-do-you-look.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-10603818533080860</id><published>2003-08-08T19:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T19:32:56.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate to show thatI've lost control 'cause II keep going back to the one thing that I needto walk away fromHá algum tempo entrei em um site com uma lista de famosos que são gays.Além dos exemplos comuns (Ellen de Generes, Ian McKellen), há algumas surpresas. Fui lendo (está organizado letra por letra), e anotando alguns exemplos legais (e alguns surpreendentes, pelo menos para mim). Achei </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/10603818533080860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=10603818533080860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/10603818533080860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/10603818533080860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-hate-to-show-that-ive-lost-control.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-105946111170435988</id><published>2003-07-29T03:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T03:45:11.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back on the road againFeeling kinda lonelyAnd looking for the right guyTo be mineFriends say I'm crazy causeEasily I fall in love You gotta do it different, J,This timeÉ incrível como eu sou volúvel. O mesmo pouquinho que eu preciso pra ficar deprimido é o pouquinho que eu preciso pra me animar de novo. Elogios são sempre bem-vindos, ainda mais de pessoas que nunca te viram antes.E </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/105946111170435988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=105946111170435988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105946111170435988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105946111170435988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/07/back-on-road-again-feeling-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-105894462559992225</id><published>2003-07-23T04:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T04:17:05.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Storm.. in the morning lightI feelNo more can I sayFrozen to myselfI got nobody on my sideAnd surely that ain't rightAnd surely that ain't rightFui viajar nesse fim de semana, mas acabei voltando mais cedo. Não quero entrar em detalhes, mas pra resumir, eu estava precisando de mais tempo para digerir as informações que tenho recebido ultimamente. Não estava animado, com espírito de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/105894462559992225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=105894462559992225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105894462559992225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105894462559992225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/07/storm.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-105828292984535741</id><published>2003-07-15T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T23:12:56.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To shiver frozen mid the frosty snowin unrelenting winds that bite and sting,to stamp one's icy feet, run to and fro,one's teeth for bitter chill a-chattering;To muse contendedly beside the hearthwhile those outside are drenched by pouring rain;with cautious step to tread the icy pathand try to keep one's feet with might and main;To turn abruptly, slip, crash on the groundand, rising, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/105828292984535741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=105828292984535741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105828292984535741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105828292984535741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/07/to-shiver-frozen-mid-frosty-snow-in.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-105777537732081453</id><published>2003-07-09T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T15:29:37.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you get when you fall in love?You only get lies and pain and sorrow.So, for at least until tomorrow,I'll never fall in love again!Sabe quando você encontra uma pessoa que se encaixa em todas as características que você tinha pensado pro namorado perfeito? Bonito, simpático, fã de séries de TV, carente, romântico, procurando algo sério? Alguém que não considera "ficar" um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/105777537732081453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=105777537732081453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105777537732081453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105777537732081453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/07/what-do-you-get-when-you-fall-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-105761709788696288</id><published>2003-07-07T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T19:31:37.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> He believes in beautyHe´s venus as a boyBom, eu já tinha visto isso em vários blogs (o do Leo, o da Bruna, o da Cris), mas só agora me deu na telha de fazer. E em homenagem ao meu layout as respostas serão com músicas da Björk (a idéia é responder a pergunta com nomes de músicas de um artista)1. are you male or female?: "Venus as a boy"2. describe yourself: "Possibly Maybe"3. how do some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/105761709788696288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=105761709788696288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105761709788696288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105761709788696288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/07/he-believes-in-beauty-hes-venus-as-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-105728368631563284</id><published>2003-07-03T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T22:55:46.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It´s like meeting the man of your dreams,And then meeting his beautiful wife. OlharesUm beijoCarinhoPaixãoDistânciaDesprezoDesilusão Does passion push people away? I'm afraid I've answered my own question.....np:"I want you"- Drunken Tiger</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/105728368631563284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=105728368631563284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105728368631563284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105728368631563284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/07/its-like-meeting-man-of-your-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-105703013061052484</id><published>2003-07-01T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T00:28:50.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let down and hanging aroundCrushed like a bug in the groundLet down and hanging aroundShell smashed, juices flowingWings twitch, legs are goingDon't get sentimentalIt always ends up drivelSerá a época do ano? O início do inverno? A proximidade das férias (ou a falta de férias)? A estafa mental? Não sei, mas parece que estou entrando em mais uma daquelas minhas fases introspectivas. Não, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/105703013061052484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=105703013061052484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105703013061052484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105703013061052484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/07/let-down-and-hanging-around-crushed.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-105677103557119264</id><published>2003-06-28T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T22:38:47.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the springtime of my lovingthe second season I am to knowYou are the sunlight in my growingso little warmth I felt beforeO QUÊ??? So Mad ouvindo Led Zeppelin?? Pois é! Eu acabo de ganhar o CD "Houses of the Holy" da banda, da minha amiga Hareth! É muito bom! Sério mesmo! "The Rain song" é bem legal. Até me lembra coisas da Björk/Radiohead.E como já deve ter dado pra perceber, mudei</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/105677103557119264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=105677103557119264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105677103557119264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/105677103557119264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/06/this-is-springtime-of-my-loving-second.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-95966482</id><published>2003-06-23T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T23:25:32.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so we talked all night about the rest of our livesWhere we're gonna be when we turn 25I keep thinking times will never changeKeep on thinking things will always be the sameE eu completei mais um ano de vida um dia desses. Estou cada dia mais próximo do big twenty. Mas ainda dá tempo de esconder as ruguinhas e consertar os pés-de-galinha.Ganhei presentes muito legais: um DVD da Björk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/95966482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=95966482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95966482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95966482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/06/and-so-we-talked-all-night-about-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-95770031</id><published>2003-06-17T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T19:55:24.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I am king you will be first against the wall With your opinion which is of no consequence at all What's that, what's that O que???? So Mad? Ouvindo Radiohead? Ou qualquer outra música com guitarras??? Pois é, os tempos (e os gostos) mudam. Eu sempre gostei de Björk (desde que a conheci) mas nunca havia tomado o tempo de conhecer as outras vertentes da música alternativa. Ouvi Goldfrapp..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/95770031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=95770031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95770031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95770031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/06/when-i-am-king-you-will-be-first.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-95642290</id><published>2003-06-13T18:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T18:06:35.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I guess now it´s timeFor me to give up I feel it´s time!Foi com essa música aí em cima que eu assinei meu passaporte para fora do Popstars. Mas deixa eu explicar tudo direito:Mandei meu cdzinho com 3 músicas("Gone", do Nsync; "Remember the Time", do Michael Jackson; "All I have to give", do BSB) em 20 de maio. Fui selecionado (na lista do dia 31) a ir ao sambódromo, participar da primeira </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/95642290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=95642290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95642290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95642290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-guess-now-its-time-for-me-to-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-95567783</id><published>2003-06-11T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T20:13:06.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had the last waltz with you Two lonely people together I fell in love with you The last waltz should last forever Mais um dia 12 de junho se aproximando, e mais uma vez eu passarei sozinho.Meu "rolo" não deu em nada. É incrível como minhas investidas afetivas parecem ser unilaterais. Mas dessa vez acho que a relação esfriou por culpa dos dois. Acho que eu funciono melhor sozinho. Não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/95567783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=95567783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95567783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95567783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-had-last-waltz-with-you-two-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-95416836</id><published>2003-06-07T19:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T19:47:36.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why don't we turn the clock to zero, honeyI'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the moneyWe're starting up a brand new dayTurn the clock all the way backI wonder if she'll take me backI'm thinking in a brand new way Agora que meu computador está funcionando (viva o ICQ lite!!!) posso falar da minha semana. Conheci um amigo de internet na quinta. Incrível a intimidade que se pode ter com uma</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/95416836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=95416836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95416836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95416836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/06/why-dont-we-turn-clock-to-zero-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-95411091</id><published>2003-06-07T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T15:40:23.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The bitch is back!!!!Na oitava ou décima vez que eu decido reinstalar o windows (perdi a conta...), voilá!!! Eu consegui fazer a internet funcionar. Normal, perdi todos os outros programas... mas pelo menos posso postar aqui. Ah, e acho que estou sem icq!!! (vou usar o ICQ2GO, então)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/95411091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=95411091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95411091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95411091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/06/bitch-is-back-na-oitava-ou-dcima-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-95330462</id><published>2003-06-05T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T12:28:36.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all the modern thingshave always existedthey've just been waitingto come outand multiplyand take overit's their turn now...Computadores são ótimos, né? A não ser quando pifam. Ontem o meu adorado computador estava com um probleminha no Internet Explorer. Resolvi reinstalar o programa. Entrei no site da Microsoft, puxei um update e..... "esse programa não pode ser instalado pois a versão</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/95330462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=95330462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95330462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95330462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/06/all-modern-things-have-always-existed.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-95279154</id><published>2003-06-04T08:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T12:29:39.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nayanda-tte shikatanai yoI just can't control the timeKono nagai runway kara aozora e take off!Time will tell jikan ga tateba wakaruCry dakara sonna aseranaku datte iiTime will tell jikan ga tateba wakaruCry ashita e no zurui chikamichi wa nai yoKitto kitto kitto(I can't help that you sufferedI just can't control the timeFrom this long runway, towards the blue sky, Take off!Time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/95279154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=95279154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95279154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95279154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/06/nayanda-tte-shikatanai-yo-i-just-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-95129486</id><published>2003-05-31T17:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T17:00:41.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Tudo que um dia você sonhou,Num flash pode acontecer.A vida de repente pode até mudarPra quem não tem medo de acreditarEm primeiro lugar:  Passei na primeira fase de Popstars!!!!! O que significa que domingo que vem às 6 da matina, lá estarei  EU cantando para os jurados.... muito nervosismo, com certeza, mas acho que aguento. Posso levar até 3 acompanhantes. Se alguém quiser ir comigo (mas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/95129486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=95129486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95129486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95129486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/tudo-que-um-dia-voc-sonhou-num-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-95055502</id><published>2003-05-29T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T21:40:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A quién le importa lo que yo hagaA quién le importa lo que yo digaYo soy así y así seguiré, nunca cambiaré.Bom, em primeiro lugar fico feliz em anunciar que  meu blog atingiu um primeiro marco: 1000 visitas. E o LeoSeattle me mandou uma prova de que  ele foi o milésimo visitante(clique para ver uma versão maior): Parabéns, Leo. E aguarde seu prêmio (pode tardar, mas um dia chega) E </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/95055502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=95055502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95055502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/95055502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/quin-le-importa-lo-que-yo-haga-quin-le.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-94921850</id><published>2003-05-26T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T23:55:38.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanting, needing, waiting For you to justify my love Bom, em primeiro lugar: moço-escroto-filho-da-puta-mais-mal-comido-do-que-se-pensava-humanamente-possível-e-que-me-mandou-calar-a-boca-no-mac-donalds, vai tomar no meio do seu  cu com fritas!!!!! Danke schön!Estou roendo minhas unhas, revirando na cama, mal consigo dormir. So much to do, so little time. Provas, projetos, seminários, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/94921850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=94921850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94921850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94921850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/wanting-needing-waiting-for-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-94806199</id><published>2003-05-23T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T20:02:20.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ...who do you think you are? Some kind of superstar?"No Second Chance"- Blackmore's Night  My diamond's clouded over where it used to shine like light,And the day keeps running faster,Into the arms of night...The stiches on the tapestry say,"Everything in time,Will find its way home again,"But I'm tired of crying...No Second ChancesDon't knock on my doorThere won't be any answerI</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/94806199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=94806199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94806199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94806199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-94652999</id><published>2003-05-20T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T06:04:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Why do all the things I say, Sound like the stupid things I´ve said before? Bom, hoje eu finalmente mandei minha inscrição pros Popstars. Gravei umas músicas novas pra mandar (tinha que ter pelo menos 30 segundos de "prova de voz"), mas todas ficaram meio grandes pra postar aqui. Se alguém quiser muito ouvir, peçam pelo ICQ.E novamente tive boa companhia hoje (a mesma de sexta-feira). É </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/94652999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=94652999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94652999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94652999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/why-do-all-things-i-say-sound-like.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-94521054</id><published>2003-05-18T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T00:10:05.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Cool I amWhen I am with youCool I´m notWhen I am lonely Hoje foi a missa de sétimo dia do meu amigo. Não costumo dizer isso (não tenho religião , mas respeito todas elas), mas a missa foi uma merda! O pastor/padre dizia coisas muito insensíveis pra uma missa de sétimo dia. Coisas do tipo " Eu não posso dizer que sinto a falta deles pois não os conhecia" e " ninguém pode dizer se eles foram </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/94521054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=94521054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94521054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94521054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/cool-i-am-when-i-am-with-you-cool-im.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-94356575</id><published>2003-05-14T20:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T05:49:42.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> While trucking down the road of lifeThough all my hope seems goneWe just move on....O post anterior foi uma singela homenagem a um amigo meu que faleceu nesse fim de semana. Ele morreu em um acidente de carro (ele que estava dirigindo). Apesar de que não éramos amigos tão próximos, a morte dele me abalou bastante. Me fez pensar em algumas coisas, refletir sobre minha própria vida, sobre a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/94356575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=94356575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94356575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94356575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/while-trucking-down-road-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-94240706</id><published>2003-05-12T23:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T23:37:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like the loss of sunlightOn a cloudy afternoon.Gone too soon.Blog indefinidamente de luto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/94240706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=94240706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94240706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94240706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/like-loss-of-sunlight-on-cloudy.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-94073400</id><published>2003-05-09T18:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T18:04:57.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.... these are a few of my (least) favorite things....Lembram no início do blog, que eu postava alguns dos meus pet peeves? Pois é, eles estão de volta.-Tampa de pasta de dente- Minha irmã tem o horrível hábito de deixar destampada a maledeta pasta de dente. Daí lá vou eu escovar meus dentes e voilá lá está aquele gesso seco saindo do tubo!  Maledición!!!! E nem adianta falar.... ela continua</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/94073400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=94073400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94073400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94073400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-94012990</id><published>2003-05-08T18:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T21:53:40.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Autour de moiJe ne vois pasQui sont les angesSurement pas moi("Ao meu redor Não consigo ver Quem são os anjos Certamente não sou eu ")Passada a minha TPM (em parte), já me sinto melhor. Estão finalmente abertas as inscrições pro Popstars meninos. Tá, é ridículo, exposição demais e tal.... mas eu quero ver até onde chego. Preciso de um break das minhas infindáveis provas e impossíveis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/94012990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=94012990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94012990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/94012990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/autour-de-moi-je-ne-vois-pas-qui-sont.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067062.post-93774519</id><published>2003-05-04T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T23:08:01.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Adding insult to serious injuryDesde quinta feira não tenho aula. E não ter aulas significa descanso, não é? NÃO! Só na quinta tive uma chance de descansar de tarde. Fui ver X-Men 2 com minhas amigas. O filme é muito bom. Na verdade me identifico muito com os X-men. Não, não tenho super-poderes, nem vou a uma escola para gifted people. Mas eles também sofrem com preconceito da sociedade e têm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/feeds/93774519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067062&amp;postID=93774519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/93774519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067062/posts/default/93774519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofuckingmad.blogspot.com/2003/05/adding-insult-to-serious-injury-desde.html' title=''/><author><name>So Mad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
