<?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-9108611582736811044</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:21:21.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a fake.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262606239648741217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SXzGJuzhSXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QyJSo2pUNlg/S220/DSC00852.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108611582736811044.post-3549952749529952689</id><published>2011-02-18T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:24:00.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ahn... Isso, para mim, soa como uma "reinauguração" do blog, serve? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E também com o tempo ocioso que eu tenho agora que eu acabei a faculdade e o curso de maquilági e sem trabalho, tô assim, criativa (não.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enfim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Como estão todos vocês? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Passaram bem o final de 2010 e o início de 2011?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Preparados pro Carnaval?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ok,  chega de enrolação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu escrevi esse texto, "meio" autoral numa dessas insônias incógnitas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eis aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Um caderno com coisas que eu prefiro esquecer. E assim foi que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; escreveu a primeira frase num caderno roto que usava desde o primeiro período da faculdade. Dentro de si, carregava tantos sentimentos misturados e enclausurados, que a única vontade que sentia era de escrevê-los, rabiscá-los, torná-los verdadeiros. Pelo menos na ponta da caneta, ou do grafite, que seja. Era tão contida internamente, mas quem a visse não imaginava o turbilhão de pensamentos que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rYLwbGGOxo/TV6cnE2XxkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kJteA1U5Nxg/s200/3687277629_955fb6cff8.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575065583861876290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tinha. Mas naquela sexta feira se sentia vazia. Como um balão de festa murcho no final da alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Não sabia o que fazer com todos aqueles sentimentos. Pegou um velho caderno com umas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; anotações sentimentais de mil novecentos e lá vai bolinha. Reviu os seus pensamentos de muitos anos gravados, escritos de forma viceral, e naquele instante não havia se dado conta de quantas vezes se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;ntiu aquela angústia onde apenas o papel e a caneta eram um escape. Procurou mais cadernetas e bloq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;uinhos, reviu desenhos, conversas antigas, poemas, letras de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; músicas de que gostava... Sentiu todos aqueles momentos como se fossem uns instantes a pouco. Mas hesitante em dormir, repensou no turbilhão guardado dentro de si. Não sabia o que fazer com ele. Não agora. Escreveu e escreveu, mas aquela hora não aliviou sua inquietação. Pensou e demorou-se tanto pensando, que a madrugada suave cedeu espaço para o novo dia. E o sol da manhã clareou a sua escuridão e lhe deu um novo horizonte para pensar. E as anotações? Ficarão lá até quando ela se sentir sufocada novamente e isso lhe tirar o sono. Ela certamente recorrerá a elas outra vez."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Longo né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Até eu quando reli achei chato. HAHHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas é que eu sou assim, adoro rabiscar tudo o que eu vejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Meus cadernos de escola são todos rabiscados nas laterais sabe? ushauiashuias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E eu guardo esses cadernos, bloquinhos e anotações... Adoro revê-los =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enfim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ah, o por quê do título insight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Porque hoje eu fui ler meu horóscopo (oi? eu ainda faço isso! ahahaha) e nele estava escrito que os próximos dias serão de insight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O que isso significa eu não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Volto mais vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bom Fim de Semana! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108611582736811044-3549952749529952689?l=blasphemya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/feeds/3549952749529952689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108611582736811044&amp;postID=3549952749529952689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default/3549952749529952689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default/3549952749529952689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/2011/02/insight.html' title='Insight.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262606239648741217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SXzGJuzhSXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QyJSo2pUNlg/S220/DSC00852.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rYLwbGGOxo/TV6cnE2XxkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kJteA1U5Nxg/s72-c/3687277629_955fb6cff8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108611582736811044.post-7455776761509405724</id><published>2009-05-30T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:47:38.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A semana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bom, quanto tempo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não vem ao caso hoje. hihihihi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então né.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana foi assim... digamos... aloka! ahahhahhaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caaara começou até bem, mas terminou dos diabos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quarta feira foi tranquilo. Consegui carona pra casa da faculdade, chegando cedo, dormindo cedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tava conseguindo fazer meus vestidos e talz =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que chegou - a quinta feira from hell. xDDD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ônibus não passava. Tive que andar a pé até a Carlos Lindemberg pra pegar um ônibus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheguei atrasada no serviço.&lt;br /&gt;Mil coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SiHSmjs0GHI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q7ONiMqQBaw/s1600-h/bad+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SiHSmjs0GHI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q7ONiMqQBaw/s320/bad+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341782192898185330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mil pessoas me chamando.&lt;br /&gt;Discussões.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasguei meu dedo com o estilete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Consegui quebrar meu celular &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;novo&lt;/span&gt;. Detalhe, menos de 2 meses que eu comprei.&lt;br /&gt;Chorei véi. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Rafa tava depressivo e eu quase achei que ele ia ter um ataque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enfim.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sexta feira.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem, tudo tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;Até que.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saí tarde do s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;erviço de novo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei atrasada no salão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E começou uma dor de garganta do nada. ._."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bom foi que eu não fui pra faculdade, que só teve as 2 primeiras aulas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E o sábado (hoje =D), que a nossa turma tava dando oficina na Ação Global!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi mó divertido! :3&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAhh sim... há uns 2 sábados também teve show do Capital =DDDD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nós fomos =DDD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu cantei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;quase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; todas as músicas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritei até a garganta não aguentar mais! ahahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas pro Skank em agosto, nós estamos combinando de ir na pista! *-*~~ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeehp! =D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tava precisando disso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhar com mais pessoas a minha semana nebulosa. ahaahuauhauhauhah&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e mandar um abraço pro Ramon eeee \o/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que comentou e que eu encontrei no busu essa semana na coragem de terno e gravata naquele calor! aahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E que a gente ficou falando de um emo conhecido que a gente tem em comum! ahahahhahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks pessoas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Espero que a próxima semana seja duca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bom fds!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108611582736811044-7455776761509405724?l=blasphemya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/feeds/7455776761509405724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108611582736811044&amp;postID=7455776761509405724&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default/7455776761509405724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default/7455776761509405724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/2009/05/semana.html' title='A semana.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262606239648741217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SXzGJuzhSXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QyJSo2pUNlg/S220/DSC00852.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SiHSmjs0GHI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q7ONiMqQBaw/s72-c/bad+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108611582736811044.post-4650046774529371737</id><published>2009-03-01T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:47:31.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A falha saga da mudança do visual.</title><content type='html'>Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que recomecei esse texto  umas 5 vezes.&lt;br /&gt;iahsushasiuhuihasasuh&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim, voltando sobre o assunto do título... Já fazia um tempinho que eu queria mudar meu cabelo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;De novo, porque eu sempre tenho essa mania compulsiva de mudar meu visual. Principalmente o cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;Então, como eu disse, fazia um tempo que eu queria mudar o cabelo. No início do ano passado eu prometi pra mim mesma (e pra todo mundo que se lembrar) que eu não iria cortar meu cabelo até a formatura do curso técnico. Pois é, não dá!&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que no final do ano passado eu cortei e - pântz, pintei de vermelho! =D&lt;br /&gt;Mas como foi só tonalizante, uma semana depois já tinha voltado a cor normal. :B&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SarqSWAAcPI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ry6RdcRTZR4/s1600-h/composition,light,marilyn,monroe,photography,portrait,vintage-966e964fc4fb6e62b410f27d1195fd51_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SarqSWAAcPI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ry6RdcRTZR4/s320/composition,light,marilyn,monroe,photography,portrait,vintage-966e964fc4fb6e62b410f27d1195fd51_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312711673704690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então nutri, com todas as minhas forças, a vontade de pintar o cabelo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez de loiro. Loiro tipo assim loiro Marylin! Platinada.&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que no sábado passado, eu comprei tinta e descolorante e fui pro salão.&lt;br /&gt;Bem... Ele (o cabelo) ficou loiro. Só não platinado. Ficou meio assim laranja.&lt;br /&gt;É. Não me acostumei.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei uma semana repensando.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em descolorir de vez.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em tacar um vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em cortar bem curto.&lt;br /&gt;Até que minha mãe me fez pensar em "por que não voltar ao que tava antes?"&lt;br /&gt;Booa mãe!&lt;br /&gt;Mães têm sempre razão. xD&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que eu voltei a cor que era antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar pro espelho não foi tão impactante como antes! ahahahahhahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, sobre o carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;Ele passou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei em casa enquanto minha mãe foi pra Guriri.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não trabalhei a semana toda.&lt;br /&gt;E também não coloquei em dia meus trabalhos da faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;E saí com meus capengas amados &lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SasP1Mgr4OI/AAAAAAAAADY/qNu-TZCLKuc/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SasP1Mgr4OI/AAAAAAAAADY/qNu-TZCLKuc/s320/DSC01443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308353992352063714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje é domingo-pé-de-cachimbo! (dane-se as novas regras gramaticais!  ainda não sei bulunfas dela! "só que Pelé vai continuar com o banco, digo acento!" auhuaHAUHAuhauhaUAhaH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã começa o ano! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos pra quem fica!&lt;br /&gt;Bom ano de 2009!!!&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108611582736811044-4650046774529371737?l=blasphemya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/feeds/4650046774529371737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108611582736811044&amp;postID=4650046774529371737&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default/4650046774529371737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default/4650046774529371737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/2009/03/falha-saga-da-mudanca-do-visual.html' title='A falha saga da mudança do visual.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262606239648741217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SXzGJuzhSXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QyJSo2pUNlg/S220/DSC00852.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SarqSWAAcPI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ry6RdcRTZR4/s72-c/composition,light,marilyn,monroe,photography,portrait,vintage-966e964fc4fb6e62b410f27d1195fd51_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108611582736811044.post-3540642612892687172</id><published>2009-02-20T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:53:37.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A origem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Como posso eu atualizar frequente um blog se não me dispõem de tempo suficiente para isso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As férias de verão são uma grande &lt;strong&gt;droga&lt;/strong&gt; na vida de quem trabalha. Por exemplo: &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt;! (lógico! no meu blog eu falaria de quem? A velha Bina? :B).&lt;br /&gt;Entrei de férias da faculdade mas continuei trabalhando. Nas vagas horas em que eu não estava lendo (e coomo eu aproveitei pra ler nessas férias! Nada com moda envolvida nos assuntos... mal, muito mal! haha), eu ficava vagando em conversas infundadas no msn. Ou lendo blogs aleatórios. Foi assim que no calor do momento - e do verão :B, me deixei criar esse blog. Com o apoio do &lt;strong&gt;Sido&lt;/strong&gt;! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;A princípio, pensei em batizá-lo com o mesmo nome do meu enterrado &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;fotolog&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;joanna123&lt;/em&gt;", mas já existia esse endereço. Minha motivação quase se foi toda, porque eu odeio quando já existem endereços que eu quero, é um esgotamento criativo praticamente! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentei o "&lt;em&gt;I'mafake&lt;/em&gt;". Também já existia. Aí apelei pro lado fashion: "&lt;em&gt;looshobox&lt;/em&gt;" ou caixa de luxo. Aí ficou atée eu decidir mudar de novo. Mesmo porque eu fiquei meio indecisa com esse último, achei exagerado, sei lá. Bem, foi então que exagero me lembrou a palavra &lt;u&gt;eufemismo&lt;/u&gt;, uma figura de linguagem, decidi mudar de novo. Tentei "&lt;em&gt;euphemism&lt;/em&gt;" mas já existia de novo! Grrr. Xinguei! Maas, dessa vez, num devaneio, no meio da minha ira, lembrei-me de uma palavra que há muuuito tempo não usava: &lt;u&gt;blasfêmia&lt;/u&gt;! Oh! Perfeita! Tentei "&lt;em&gt;blasphemya&lt;/em&gt;"!!! Não existia! Finalmente!!! *-* Achei super! Parece que eu tinha juntado tudo o que eu queria numa palavra só! E assim ficou. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Meu 1° interesse era escrever sobre moda, mas eu sempre estou mais inspirada em escrever sobre assuntos randon do que me focar a um único tema, por isso não me prendi a blog temático.A propósito, poderia ter colocado algo mais como "I'm randon" do que "I'm a fake". ahahhaahahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SZ9On_rrk8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/S5K5EPjil54/s1600-h/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305045335082243010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SZ9On_rrk8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/S5K5EPjil54/s320/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Ah sim, eu escrevi isso, numa tarde de quinta-feira no serviço na hora do café. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;(reparem na data do rascunho xD só assim pra eu atualizar xDDD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Na verdade tem bem mais coisas, mas isso eu deixo pra outro post. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;ejam sempre bem vindos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Beijinhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108611582736811044-3540642612892687172?l=blasphemya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/feeds/3540642612892687172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108611582736811044&amp;postID=3540642612892687172&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default/3540642612892687172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default/3540642612892687172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/2009/02/origem.html' title='A origem'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262606239648741217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SXzGJuzhSXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QyJSo2pUNlg/S220/DSC00852.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SZ9On_rrk8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/S5K5EPjil54/s72-c/DSC01358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108611582736811044.post-2110272192212638600</id><published>2009-01-31T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:52:15.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim finalmente no final.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Oh, estou muuuito sem idéias pra escrever por aqui.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;A semana foi nãoparanãoparanãoparanão e por isso passei o dia in-te-i-ro dormindo, então, ainda estou sonífera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Nem fui na praia. Com certeza vou ser a única a voltar as aulas reluziiiindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Olha pelo lado bom, eu brilho, ok? bjumeliga! ohohoohohoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tá, ok, mentirinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Não vou voltar com aqueeela pele bronze linda e mara. tristetriste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Pelo menos vou estar loiríssima pra caber dentro do meu vestido mara² de formatura! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tá, o que o cabelo loiro tem a ver em caber no vestido? Abstrai. ahahahhahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Aaah úuultima semaninha de férias da facool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tão bão e tãaao ruiiim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Não tive férias. Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Trabalhei, estagiei e trabalhei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SYThRZhtCcI/AAAAAAAAACY/rzKpzvctB6w/s1600-h/barefoot,beauty,girl,legs,lights,night-ee197a8bb502d997c957f4552b3d1e26_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297606750720821698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SYThRZhtCcI/AAAAAAAAACY/rzKpzvctB6w/s320/barefoot,beauty,girl,legs,lights,night-ee197a8bb502d997c957f4552b3d1e26_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Não que tenha sido ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Foram as 1ª férias que eu não fiquei em casa revezando com a praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Mas enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;No final das férias pelo menos eu vou receber. $_________$ ohohoohohoohoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Nem um pouco capitalista. quem eeeeeeeeeeeu??? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;E voltar as aulas e rever todas aquelas pessoinhas fofas-fofas que eu estou morreeendo de saudades!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Mas tá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eixe estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Eu prometo escrever sobre coisas mais interessantes. oiq? lálálá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ok. fechô o buteco. todo mundo voltando pra casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108611582736811044-2110272192212638600?l=blasphemya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/feeds/2110272192212638600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9108611582736811044&amp;postID=2110272192212638600&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default/2110272192212638600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108611582736811044/posts/default/2110272192212638600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasphemya.blogspot.com/2009/01/enfim-finalmente-no-final.html' title='Enfim finalmente no final.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262606239648741217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SXzGJuzhSXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QyJSo2pUNlg/S220/DSC00852.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SYThRZhtCcI/AAAAAAAAACY/rzKpzvctB6w/s72-c/barefoot,beauty,girl,legs,lights,night-ee197a8bb502d997c957f4552b3d1e26_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108611582736811044.post-6421637448935804361</id><published>2009-01-25T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:52:53.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;alô, um, dois, três, testando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;enfim, é só isso: um post de teste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHVdygmDg6A/SXzBxguRumI/AAAAAAAAABU/GKuWKORb-Qc/s1600-h/cute,girl,watermelon,art,artwork,beauty-81a7c9ad50f87041cc093a7fb96fbcef_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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