<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593254583918660560</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:41:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>NaH Lee</title><description></description><link>http://nahleerose.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (NaH)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593254583918660560.post-8903827981606943636</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 01:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-29T18:29:31.643-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-7olqhD2DI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1q2anqjeSk0/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183335954915776562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-7olqhD2DI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1q2anqjeSk0/s320/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A girl that tans Rock N' Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A girl that likes to smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And that she loves that does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And it tans the life in an angry way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593254583918660560-8903827981606943636?l=nahleerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nahleerose.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-am-i-girl-that-tans-rock-n-roll.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NaH)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-7olqhD2DI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1q2anqjeSk0/s72-c/DSC00735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593254583918660560.post-8803443358074359130</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-29T17:41:57.524-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-7hhKhD2BI/AAAAAAAAABA/X40JRdC9fc4/s1600-h/ATgAAADh3JvpO00NZtyH-KdlXaN1mwV1N-RSGPuZlkvJP4YYCz38Bqvqhgib8IKa9fjLNbHe6Hfxrs-uswPwGJvQdrgyAJtU9VC3Id4nn50-kHFp6P_nGJCmgUlLfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183328181024970770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-7hhKhD2BI/AAAAAAAAABA/X40JRdC9fc4/s400/ATgAAADh3JvpO00NZtyH-KdlXaN1mwV1N-RSGPuZlkvJP4YYCz38Bqvqhgib8IKa9fjLNbHe6Hfxrs-uswPwGJvQdrgyAJtU9VC3Id4nn50-kHFp6P_nGJCmgUlLfw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frases da Amers :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As pessoas dizem que eu não posso me vestir como uma fada. Eu digo 'Eu estou numa banda de rock e eu posso fazer o inferno que eu quiser'" - (Amy Lee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=3232785896471301434&amp;amp;pid=12"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não há nada sexy em pele e osso. éca! vc tem de ter alguma carne." -  Amy Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=3232785896471301434&amp;amp;pid=10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu sou apenas uma princesa numa época rock star" - Amy Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=3232785896471301434&amp;amp;pid=7"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"... Eu choro mto - Eu não sei porque, mas me ajuda. Eu choro por coisas boas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593254583918660560-8803443358074359130?l=nahleerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nahleerose.blogspot.com/2008/03/frases-da-amers-as-pessoas-dizem-que-eu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NaH)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-7hhKhD2BI/AAAAAAAAABA/X40JRdC9fc4/s72-c/ATgAAADh3JvpO00NZtyH-KdlXaN1mwV1N-RSGPuZlkvJP4YYCz38Bqvqhgib8IKa9fjLNbHe6Hfxrs-uswPwGJvQdrgyAJtU9VC3Id4nn50-kHFp6P_nGJCmgUlLfw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593254583918660560.post-57982138914569015</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-29T17:47:23.612-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-7fpqhD1_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/TTxUR-1BlYY/s1600-h/8258285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183326128030603250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-7fpqhD1_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/TTxUR-1BlYY/s320/8258285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;W&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Axl Rose !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo sem limites, sem espera ! , eu te amo assim do jeito que vc é! com todos os defeitos e por todas as suas qualidades, as quais esconde seus defeitos. E sou incapaz de provar TUDO o que sinto por vc, por que meu amor vai além de ser uma fã; mas meu amor me faz sentirr vc aqui comigo, mesmo que vc nem saibaa que eu existo, e quer saber ?Eu morreria por você,  ! Eu te amoo como nunca imaginei amar alguém, as vezes acho que o que sinto é doentio, alias deve ser, porque o que sinto não é normal, as vezes até me faz mal , faz eu brigar com amigos já até me fez discutir com meus paiss, e quer saber ? não ligo, porque eu te amo pra sempre e isso NUNCA mudará!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593254583918660560-57982138914569015?l=nahleerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nahleerose.blogspot.com/2008/03/w.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NaH)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-7fpqhD1_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/TTxUR-1BlYY/s72-c/8258285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593254583918660560.post-4807987574939360698</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-28T17:03:17.887-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-1InqhD1-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/MWLzHIDYiH8/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182878592438360034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-1InqhD1-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/MWLzHIDYiH8/s320/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-1HtahD19I/AAAAAAAAAAg/2Yy_L1T8PrM/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy ? Mudvayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste buracoQue estouA morte está rondandoNeste buracoEngrossandoJogando poeira em nossas costasEu sinto que estouTâo oprimidoOh, há pouquíssima revoltaMinha vida destruídaSobre o desesperoTodas essas cicatrizes continuam se abrindoDescasque-me da peleRasgue-me da cascaIsto te faz feliz agora?Rasgue-me do ossoRasgue-me de mim mesmoVocê está se sentindo feliz agora?Neste buracoQue estouUma vida débil que está crescendoNeste buracoTão restringidoO sol colocou toda a escuridão que tinhaEnterrado por baixoE deslizado pra fora da rodaCaminho eterno para a discórdiaDescasque-me da peleRasgue-me da cascaIsto te faz feliz agora?Rasgue-me do ossoRasgue-me de mim mesmoVocê está se sentindo feliz agora?Você é feliz?Você está feliz?Você está se sentindo feliz?Neste buracoQue estouEste coração murchou, esgotou-seOque é minha liberdade?Oquê me deixa livre?Você me levantou só pra me empurrar pra baixo de novoDescasque-me da peleRasgue-me da cascaIsto te faz feliz agora?Rasgue-me do ossoRasgue-me de mim mesmoVocê está se sentindo feliz agora?Descasque-me da pele... (Descasque-me da pele...)Rasgue-me da cascaIsto te faz feliz agora?Rasgue-me do osso... (Rasgue-me do osso...)Rasgue-me de mim mesmoVocê está se sentindo feliz agora?Isto te faz feliz?Você está se sentindo feliz?Você está feliz pra caralhoAgora que eu já perdi o meu nada?Isto te faz feliz?Você está se sentindo feliz?Você está feliz pra caralhoAgora que eu já perdi o meu nada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593254583918660560-4807987574939360698?l=nahleerose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nahleerose.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-mudvayne-felizneste-buracoque.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (NaH)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KsrDf78pUGE/R-1InqhD1-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/MWLzHIDYiH8/s72-c/DSC00687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>