<?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-8732820440931316204</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:47:06.255-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-1447900099397732292</id><published>2012-02-08T05:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T06:11:31.355-02:00</updated><title type='text'>10.10.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Would you like to know everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever tried to be perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you have done everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever felt an emptiness inside yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A strange sensation of nonsense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It seems that you have nothing more to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's all done and the undone is senseless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You simply don't make sense and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The things you do, have no sense at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The more you try to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The more you don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You have no control about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, you live for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's all about A Mission?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's the end, already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Does IT worth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You're always fearing the death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;'Cause it's normal to fear the unknow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The unknow that everybody knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You're crying inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But smiling outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You used to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wanted to change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's all in the past now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Is it you or the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What happened to the child inside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- They killed her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Just can't fight against...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-1447900099397732292?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/1447900099397732292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2012/02/101011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/1447900099397732292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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something's wrong. You don't know, exactly, what is wrong but, it's really strange when you stop by and just see everything going forward while you just stuck in a moment you don't even know...well, you simply know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird when, for you, it's like nothing's right but feels like no one cares. You start asking yourself if the problem is you or the whole world. You can't breathe, you can't stand, you can't live anymore...&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the right thing to do? I mean, is there a right way or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you ever know what's the right thing to do? And the wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't care about the others, and that's SO fuckin' true! But, you do care about someone or something. You can't say exactly who or what, but you certainly know, somehow, there's something more. It's not the edge, it can't be, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to keep "it" inside of you but just couldn't. We can't control everything, we can't control the world, we can't control ourselves. Everything's out of our hands. Should be easier though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to understand what is happening, everything's just...flowing, they're just flowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to stop the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes is so absurd what happens that you can't help thinking if it's real real life. It feels like someone is playing with your life...true or false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cards are on the table, already. All you have to do is play'em! Simple, right? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide to take'em off, you decide to tear them up...maybe you could fix'em right after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish you just&amp;nbsp;could enter your mind and organize things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had so many plans, what happened to all of them? Why you can't do what you've planned? Where's your will to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to love&amp;nbsp;discovering&amp;nbsp;things...the old and the new ones, what happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;[Algum dia eu termino de escrever...ou não]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- Agora Não by Laura Pausini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- All Over Me by Lindsay Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- Goodbye Blue Monday by The Feverfew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- How to Save a Life by The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- Ich Bereue Nichts by Silbermond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- Invece No by Laura Pausini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- I Will Show You Love by Kendall Payne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- It's All Coming Back to Me Now by Meat Loaf feat. Marion Raven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- Lost in Paradise by Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- Scratch by Kendall Payne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- Swimming Home by Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- Symphonie by Silbermond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;- The Change by Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WV8-ah-2aLY?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-9017256305541944092?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/9017256305541944092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2011/11/me-myself-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/9017256305541944092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/9017256305541944092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2011/11/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself and I'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WV8-ah-2aLY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-6696498542778442091</id><published>2011-09-21T07:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T07:07:31.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to deal with the butterflies?!</title><content type='html'>How to deal with the butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;How to control what you cannot? &lt;br /&gt;How to deal with something you just don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;How to say I'm sorry when you cannot say a thing?&lt;br /&gt;How to forgive the unforgivable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not something you can choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to deal with your conscience while it's killing you?&lt;br /&gt;And all you try to do is to pick up the pieces of you, down there, on the floor&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your dignity is gone, I mean...have you ever had one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to fake it,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, smiling, smiling&lt;br /&gt;But, there's a hole inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're dead already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to 'unbreak' what is already broken?&lt;br /&gt;-As much as undo what is already done...&lt;br /&gt;A silent scream...loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to deal with the butterlies?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nxCy-kHj7VQ?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-6696498542778442091?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/6696498542778442091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-deal-with-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/6696498542778442091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/6696498542778442091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-deal-with-butterflies.html' title='How to deal with the butterflies?!'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nxCy-kHj7VQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-1681699065053634838</id><published>2011-09-16T06:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T06:34:10.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The one who causes #BipolarFeelings in me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Escrito em 25.02.2011 às 02:09 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Postado em 16.09.2011 às 06:30 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I don't know why but I like ___" =&amp;gt; I say it EVERYTIME! Talvez seja para tentar me convencer de algo que, na realidade, não procede. E, apesar de ter todos os motivos do mundo pra dizer o contrário, parece que nada pode mudar isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitas vezes um quadro pode parecer horrível aos nossos olhos, mas, para o pintor é uma obra de arte. Pois só ele (o pintor) sabe a proporção sentimental presente em sua obra. Certamente ela não é perfeita mas, o sentimento que ele colocou na tela no momento da pintura o impede de ver os traços tortos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sentimento =&amp;gt; como definir? Palavras conseguem expressar um sentimento?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se palavras pudessem traduzir sentimentos, então, certamente as pessoas elegeriam "amor" para expressar o ápice dos sentimentos afetivos...ops, elas já fazem isso, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carinho, empatia, cumplicidade, simpatia, amor...essas palavras não tem nenhum sentido, tem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;16.09.2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, what about love? Is there a meaning for this word? I just think it's unfair, it's just unfair to try to translate a feeling into words. A feeling is something so strong, so powerful, indescribable and full...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe that's why I can't write a single thing about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, I ask myself: How would I know if I've never felt nothing like this before? The only thing I know is that something huge is taking over me, when you're around, there's no cloud in the sky, there's no question mark in my head, I feel complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel stupid around you 'cause I can't control myself, but I like it, I just think it's kinda funny. There's no weight on my back because you set me free. You make me feel like a child, who doesn't care about the future because&amp;nbsp;rather live the present than waste time on some hypothetical thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do love the simple things. I like to live what's simple but, sometimes I can't keep simple things in my life, it's not something I can choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pDxoj-tDDIU?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-1681699065053634838?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/1681699065053634838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-who-causes-bipolarfeelings-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/1681699065053634838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/1681699065053634838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-who-causes-bipolarfeelings-in-me.html' title='The one who causes #BipolarFeelings in me...'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pDxoj-tDDIU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-6291282574803880682</id><published>2011-06-24T04:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T04:16:18.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ESCRITO EM 15.01.2011 ÀS 05H30 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Como diz&amp;nbsp;o título, escrevi esse texto no dia 15 de janeiro. Deixei salvo nos rascunhos e resolvi liberar hoje (24/06/11)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Embora seja meio antigo, ele (o texto) sempre fará sentido na minha vida. Posso chamá-lo de atemporal, então...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;O TEXTO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[Analisando a situação, percebi, que tenho&amp;nbsp;quatro opções:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Surtar e ouvir música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Ignorar e ouvir música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Escrever e ouvir música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Surtar, escrever e ouvir música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelo visto, resolvi optar pela quarta opção. Então, primeiro eu surtei e, agora, pra colocar as ideias em seus devidos lugares estou escrevendo e ouvindo música. Mas isso não significa que deixarei de surtar ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se, de um lado tudo está calmo apesar das dificuldades. De outro, aparentemente não há obstáculos e, mesmo assim, tudo está desabando. Dá para entender? Eu não consegui ainda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O lado que desaba é justamente aquele com o qual eu não sei lidar, uma incógnita para mim. Sim, eu gosto de incógnitas, desafios e mistérios. Investigar é comigo mesma mas...dessa vez isso (investigar) não está satisfazendo-me tanto quanto satisfazia antes. Mas também, de tanto procurar descobri o suficiente para não querer procurar mais. Por quê? Não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voltando ao "primeiro lado", calmaria é algo que, definitivamente,&amp;nbsp;não me atrai. É sem graça, sem sal, sem açucar...monótona demais. Ponto positivo: a calmaria é passageira, logo o furacão reinará novamente *-*]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-6291282574803880682?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/6291282574803880682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2011/06/escrito-em-15012011-as-05h30-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/6291282574803880682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/6291282574803880682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2011/06/escrito-em-15012011-as-05h30-am.html' title='ESCRITO EM 15.01.2011 ÀS 05H30 AM'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>São Paulo, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-23.644523972424597 -46.84570350000001</georss:point><georss:box>-26.4108169724246 -51.32024000000001 -20.878230972424596 -42.371167000000014</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-6082982581574648612</id><published>2011-01-14T02:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:42:47.116-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Und ich bereue nichts...</title><content type='html'>Foi dada a largada, a guerra está formada. &lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho planos nem armas,&amp;nbsp;devo lutar?&lt;br /&gt;Assim, de mãos e mente vazias?!&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que nunca vai acabar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compensa?&lt;br /&gt;Correr numa esteira elétrica,&lt;br /&gt;Andar numa bicicleta ergométrica,&lt;br /&gt;Entrar numa guerra perdida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale um horizonte vazio, ou uma estrada poluída?&lt;br /&gt;Eu só vejo uma ponte quebrada. Se olho pra trás não há nada, se olho pra frente há um muro, mas, se olho pra baixo vejo um abismo. E, tanto para escalar quanto para quebrar o muro eu precisaria de equipamentos. Não os tenho... =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-6082982581574648612?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/6082982581574648612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2011/01/und-ich-bereue-nichts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/6082982581574648612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/6082982581574648612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2011/01/und-ich-bereue-nichts.html' title='...Und ich bereue nichts...'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-5483859009393853036</id><published>2010-12-24T05:46:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T06:27:40.721-02:00</updated><title type='text'>#Premonição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há,&amp;nbsp;exatamente, um mês, escrevi esse texto mas resolvi não publicar pois não&amp;nbsp;estava completo. E, no dia seguinte (25 de novembro), tive uma conversa com uma dessas 4 pessoas, que retratou exatamente o que havia escrito...ou seja, a pessoa, sem nem mesmo ler o que escrevi (não podia, afinal, eu nem tinha publicado nada) quis conversar comigo&amp;nbsp;sobre isso. Daí o título do post. &lt;br /&gt;Não, não é a primeira&amp;nbsp;vez que algo parecido acontece comigo o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Texto de 24 de Novembro de 2010 editado na data de hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, com o passar do tempo, as coisas mudam mesmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antes, as pessoas não me emocionavam tanto assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje escreverei para quatro pessoas, que, em menos de um ano se tornaram especiais pra mim. Uma delas não precisou nem de um minuto (L)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pessoa 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nós parecíamos viver em mundos totalmente diferentes. Apesar de gostar de você eu sempre achei que nossa relação sempre seria, um tanto quanto, "formal", e eu odeio formalidades! Nossas ideias não caminhavam juntas, você não confiava em mim e eu também não confiava em você. Nunca resolvíamos nossos problemas, achávamos que de nada adiantaria discutir pois, nunca chegaríamos&amp;nbsp;a um acordo. Nossa relação ficou insustentável...eu mal podia olhar pra você e você mal falava comigo. Sabíamos que algo estava errado, mas, o orgulho acabava prevalecendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certo dia, percebi que, eu não poderia conviver com aquela situação...eu me importava (e me importo) com você e por isso estava tão irritada. Até então, eu não fazia a mínima ideia do que você pensava sobre mim. Bastou uma conversa, uma conversa meio tímida eu diria, para que toda a situação mudasse. Naquele dia descobri o que você pensa sobre mim e descobri também, que eu a admiro muito mais do que eu pensava...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje em dia, temos uma ótima relação informal, conseguimos discutir e resolver problemas (se fosse diferente, teríamos muitos problemas...rs) e a confiança mútua está presente entre nós. Aliás, em pouco tempo, construímos uma relação tão especial que podemos nos comunicar apenas com o olhar. Percebi que passar mais tempo com você me faz bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda não entendi que tipo de relação temos, mas, com certeza é algo sólido.Talvez eu nunca lhe diga nada disso, afinal, eu sou assim, não costumo/não gosto/não pretendo&amp;nbsp;expôr o que sinto a quase ninguém...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pessoa 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These days you're acting in such a strange way...I just can't understand. Have I done something? I know that sometimes, suddenly,&amp;nbsp;people's mind get sick. I'm afraid of our mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess I know the reason why you're acting like that but, you know what? Bullshit!!!Nonsense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acting like this will drive yourself crazy =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pessoa 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você tem o "dom" de me tirar do sério...ok, eu não sou a pessoa mais paciente do mundo, mas, sei lá, ninguém consegue fazer isso melhor que você =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't understand you! I just can't understand the way that you act sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If it's just me and you, everything is always fine, you treat me very well. But, if you have an audience...you just treat me like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know&amp;nbsp;you don't like the fact that I'm ignoring you...but, hey, you asked for that. We have to talk. I need to know why my presence bothers you so much =/&lt;br /&gt;The one who causes bipolar feelings in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pessoa 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word will ever be capable to describe, to say, to translate, what I wanted to tell you. &amp;nbsp;'Cause,&amp;nbsp;baby, I just can't touch the sky, the air, the clouds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong real feelings cannot be turned into insignificant words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Deep inside my heart - für immer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/scxMvkzBVic?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;Pra cantar junto... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BB_RjQIxm_U?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-5483859009393853036?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/5483859009393853036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-com-o-passar-do-tempo-as-coisas-mudam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/5483859009393853036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/5483859009393853036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-com-o-passar-do-tempo-as-coisas-mudam.html' title='#Premonição'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/scxMvkzBVic/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-4146657486658347524</id><published>2010-12-14T04:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T05:46:14.943-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Perché non può essere abitudine Dicembre senza te..." =X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É...Dezembro chegou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quase um ano já...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu passei o ano inteiro me perguntando como reagiria em Dezembro. Eu sabia que seria assim, palavras não podem explicar o que estou sentindo, e, ainda que pudessem, eu não conseguiria transformar sentimento em palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Momento único, mágico! O tempo pareceu ter parado durante aquelas horas. E, eu logo soube que, aquela quarta de dezembro, seria um dia para recordar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olhares, palavras...nada disso foi necessário. Eu realmente não&amp;nbsp;sei explicar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Está tudo, tão vivo, em minha memória. Eu nem preciso fechar os olhos para reviver aquele momento. Não nos vemos, não nos falamos mas, algo muito forte nutre isso em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes eu gostaria de ser&amp;nbsp;menos racional e&amp;nbsp;deixar a emoção tomar conta de mim. Mas,&amp;nbsp;mostrar-me insensível parece fazer parte de mim. Simplesmente não consigo controlar. É um conflito interno&amp;nbsp;de proporções gigantescas...a lil' bit of drama, everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É incrível como minha consciência sempre ganha&amp;nbsp;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Melhor eu parar por aqui, outro dia eu continuo =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Demorei tanto pra escrever que deu tempo de ouvir várias músicas, assistir vários vídeos...nem vou colocar a lista enorme dessa vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e502auOnLuA?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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a sunday; Republic's Proclamation (1889) Holiday at 08:30 a.m I was born in São Paulo, São Paulo, Brazil. People say it was a rainy day as mostly november days. Well, I confess: I don't remember that much! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was only&amp;nbsp;seven months old&amp;nbsp;so, I had to stay in the hospital for like two weeks, if I'm not mistaken. My mom thought I wasn't going to survive. But, 23 years passed and, thank God, after many bad and good events, I'm here to tell the story ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nowadays:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even in "my day" I can't stop thinking of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;December is coming and everything, every single thing, reminds me of you. Almost a year, already o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A day to remember" =&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;Exactly what I thought, that day, when I was walking back&amp;nbsp;home. I couldn't be more right! I keep asking myself: "why?"...and, I have to say that I got no answers, yet =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, next month I'll write more about "A day to remember"...hope to have some answers 'til there =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got started with a "Good Morning!" but, I'll end up with a "Good Night", 'cause I'm going to sleep right now at around 06:30 a.m =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy b'day to me and Good night! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;SILBERMOND =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Alles Gute, Das Ende Vom Kreis, Durch Die Nacht, Ich Bereue Nichts, Irgendwas Bleibt, Krieger Des Lichts, Symphonie; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LAURA PAUSINI =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; La Solitudine, Ascolta Il Tuo Cuore, Agora Não, E Ritorno Da Te, Invece No, Tra Te E Il Mare, Un'Emergenza D'Amore, Non'ce; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;SARAH MCLACHLAN =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Angel; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LACUNA COIL =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Self Deception, Senzafine; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;DURAN DURAN =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Save A Prayer; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;TARJA =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Falling Awake; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;WESTLIFE =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; If I Let You Go, World Of Our Own; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;TEARS FOR FEARS =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Woman In Chains; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BILLY IDOL =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rebel Yell, Dancing With Myself, Eyes Without A Face. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ZLm_TQNehGQ/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLm_TQNehGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLm_TQNehGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-4028804566021907571?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/4028804566021907571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/11/your-secret-admirer-who-could-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/4028804566021907571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/4028804566021907571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/11/your-secret-admirer-who-could-it-be.html' title='&quot;Your secret admirer, who could it be?&quot;'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-359586245465132729</id><published>2010-11-12T04:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T04:29:46.370-02:00</updated><title type='text'>To hell with it all...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just need a break...a time to figure things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand anymore. All this craziness around me is drivin' me crazy too o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down, calm down...ain't worth. Is there a real meaning? Just can't find it! &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on searching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? Should I stay or should I go? =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Silbermond - Weg Für Immer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ich hör den Regen, wie er leise an mein Fenster schlägt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Die Briefe ungeöffnet haben sich hier gut eingelebt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;An meinen Wänden kämpfen Träume gegen Nüchternheit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Und an der Decke machen sich die Fragen breit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Was wäre, wenn ich einfach geh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Was, was wäre, wenn ich meine sieben Sachen pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Und verlasse diese Stadt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Alle meine Zelte breche ich ab, verkaufe was ich hab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Und das Einzige, was bleibt, ist ein Zettel, auf den ich schreib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ich bin weg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Weg, weg für immer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ich bin weg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Weg, weg für immer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ich bin weg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Weg, weg für immer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ich bin weg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Für immer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Woran soll ich mich erinnern, woran halt ich mich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Wenn jeder Tag hier nur zum Vergessen gut ist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Man muss kein Heiliger sein und auch kein Prophet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Um zu sehen, dass sich für mich hier nichts bewegt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Und wenn ich einfach geh, einfach über Nacht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Verlass ich dieses Land und wein ihm nicht eine Träne nach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Und alle meine Zelte breche ich ab, verkaufe was ich hab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Und das Einzige was bleibt, ist ein Zettel, auf den ich schreib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ich bin weg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Weg, weg für immer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ich bin weg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Weg, weg für immer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ich bin weg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Weg, weg für immer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ich bin weg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Für immer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Für immer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Für immer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ich bin weg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Und ich komm nicht zurück&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Das ist kein Abschied auf Zeit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nein, das ist, das ist für die Ewigkeit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Ao som de:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AMANDA SOMERVILLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Windows, Mayday, Inner Whore, Moth;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;SILBERMOND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Symphonie, Ich Bereue Nichts, Kartenhaus, Endlich, Keine Angst, Krieger Des Lichts, Weg Für Immer;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LACUNA COIL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Wide Awake;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LEAVES' EYES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Senses Capture, Solemn Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-359586245465132729?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/359586245465132729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-hell-with-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/359586245465132729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/359586245465132729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-hell-with-it-all.html' title='To hell with it all...'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-7882135148023214071</id><published>2010-11-10T04:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:09:34.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipolar feelings - palavras jogadas...fora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acabaram-se as férias, acabou-se o tempo...os problemas voltaram e a inspiração também (nem tanto) =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Palavras/frases que&amp;nbsp;não saem da minha cabeça: concluinte,&amp;nbsp;bfe, bif,&amp;nbsp;liberar concluinte, gdae, paec, papc, jati,&amp;nbsp;quinquênio, escala de férias, evolução funcional, licença prêmio, inscrição, atribuição 2011, histórico, matrícula, prontuário, rm, contagem de tempo, reposição, calendário, sistema, jornada, categoria o, categoria l, categoria f, categoria v, categoria a, categoria p, bo, acúmulo, pagamento, fase de pagamento,&amp;nbsp;guia médica,&amp;nbsp;eu preciso disso, eu quero aquilo, não posso ir, é longe, eu já pedi mas ainda não pude ir buscar, preciso de um documento de 1900, esqueci de assinar o ponto dia tal, rh-folh@, não tem meu nome no livro de ponto, vou receber esse mês?, fulano recebe mais que eu...por quê?, não acho tal prontuário, a professora é sua o problema é seu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cansei =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes eu gosto de estar lá, às vezes eu não gosto. Eu quero ficar, mas ao mesmo tempo quero sair. Afinal, se é algo que, definitivamente, não me completa...por que eu deveria ficar? É exatamente por isso que eu não queria me apegar. Mas, dessa vez, o costume de manter a tal "distância segura" não deu certo =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo está passando e, eu preciso me decidir...não tenho muito tempo =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É incrível como um grão de areia pode tornar-se muito mais importante que um deserto inteiro o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Too much to say, too much to share but, no time to do it. Or, maybe, I just don't wanna do it =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thought I could control it but, all I have is not enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei até que ponto vale a pena. No fim, nada parece compensar e duas perguntas sempre ficam em minha mente: por quê? pra quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por outro lado: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Ich werd' immer fur dich da sein -für immer-"&lt;/span&gt; ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Ao som de:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ALANIS MORISSETTE&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not As We, That I Would Be Good; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;PARAMORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; When It Rains; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;SILBERMOND&lt;/span&gt; =&amp;gt; Symphonie; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;NIGHTWISH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kuolema Tekee Taiteilijan; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;EVANESCENCE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Together Again, Anything For You, Anywhere, Breathe No More, Solitude, Like You, Understanding, Field Of Innocence, Missing; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;FLYLEAF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sorrow; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;DORO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Für Immer; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;DELAIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Gathering; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;XANDRIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eversleeping, India; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;RAMMSTEIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Feuer Frei!, Pussy, Asche Zu Asche, Keine Lust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O show do Rammstein está chegando, então, deixarei um clipe deles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/6bkPIOjgSg8/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bkPIOjgSg8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bkPIOjgSg8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-7882135148023214071?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/7882135148023214071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/11/bipolar-feelings-palavras-jogadasfora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/7882135148023214071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/7882135148023214071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/11/bipolar-feelings-palavras-jogadasfora.html' title='Bipolar feelings - palavras jogadas...fora'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-8563730295157696602</id><published>2010-10-30T06:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T06:43:22.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;= V =&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais um dia servindo ao país...mas, será que vale a pena?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Direita ou Esquerda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não importa, o certo seria ir em frente. Todas essas ideologias me cansam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se, como dizem, o objetivo é o mesmo...fragmentar pra quê?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não seria mais interessante unir forças em prol de algo maior? Não seria mais interessante e benéfico deixar as diferenças de lado, unir as mãos e partir para a batalha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A união faz a força" =&amp;gt; Não parece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que temos hoje em dia, é uma batalha por interesses pessoais. Na qual todos se dizem interessados no Senso Comum e dizem lutar pelo mesmo, porém, o que prevalece, na verdade, é o individual. Afinal, o seu interesse é sempre mais importante e necessário que o interesse do próximo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E depois falam em Democracia...ela realmente existe? No papel eu sei que existe, e é bem funcional por sinal ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meia dúzia de pessoas vota as leis, meia dúzia de pessoas tem o direito de decidir sobre o certo e o errado, meia dúzia de pessoas no comando...bela Democracia =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Democracia =&amp;gt; Demos + Kratos =&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Demos = Povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Kratos = Autoridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nossa Democracia está pela metade...só temos&amp;nbsp;"Kratos" =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao som de: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;EPICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Resign to Surrender, Design Your Universe, Semblance of Liberty;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AFTER FOREVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Forlorn Hope, Leaden Legacy; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;SILBERMOND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Symphonie, Krieger des Lichts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/bB4sve0N3JA/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bB4sve0N3JA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bB4sve0N3JA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-8563730295157696602?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/8563730295157696602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/10/mais-um-dia-servindo-ao-pais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/8563730295157696602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/8563730295157696602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/10/mais-um-dia-servindo-ao-pais.html' title='&lt;= V =&gt;'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-2758405707326728453</id><published>2010-10-27T06:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T06:47:22.092-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You may not know, but you're part of my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's strange how someone can make me feel so good like this. Never thought I'd feel this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You don't know how important you are to me, really! When I think of you it's a mix of feelings...bad and good...all together. And it's good...it feels really, really good! Even though...I know...you cannot see it in my face, in my eyes...you cannot feel it. But I, I do! I know I do! I may not show, I may not tell, I may not share...but, be sure, it's there, it will always be there. No matter what! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for giving me the chance to meet someone like you!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are many things that I wanted to say...and, there are many things that I wanted YOU to say. I could stay here forever, writing to you. Writing things you'll never going to read...nonsense?! No! Spend my time on you is never in vain. You know why? -'Cause you make my day brighter, you make my day special. Because of you, I'm always speechless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know you think I don't care 'bout you but, damn! You've captivated me like no one else. And, I don't care about the facts...facts are facts, what could we do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I act like I don't give a damn, all the time...it kills me =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao som de: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;EPICA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Martyr of the free word, Deconstruct, The Obsessive Devotion; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AFTER FOREVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lonely, Evoke, My Pledge of Allegiance #1, Forlorn Hope; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;TARJA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Seer, Anteroom of Death, Until My Last Breath; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;NIGHTWISH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ghost Love Score, Forever Yours, Slaying the Dreamer, The Escapist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VF0BlXP-0Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VF0BlXP-0Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-2758405707326728453?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/2758405707326728453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/10/speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/2758405707326728453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/2758405707326728453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/10/speechless.html' title='Speechless...'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-5053395584525755264</id><published>2010-10-26T09:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:51:43.420-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Freedom begins when you get out of the cage you built..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É com essa frase do título que eu começo o texto de hoje: "A liberdade começa quando você sai da jaula que você mesmo construiu...". Concordo plenamente. A pior "prisão" é aquela que nós mesmos criamos, é dizer-se livre e não sentir-se como tal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É tão bom poder acordar e sentir-se livre. E, perceber que, tudo aquilo que&amp;nbsp;lhe incomodava,&amp;nbsp;tudo aquilo que lhe fazia&amp;nbsp;mal não existe mais. Mas, esses incômodos não sumiram de uma hora pra outra...raras coisas acontecem num piscar de olhos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Você culpava os outros pela sua falta de liberdade. Colocava tal peso sobre costas alheias quando, na verdade, o peso era todo seu. Jogava toda a responsabilidade no olhar&amp;nbsp;julgador de terceiros - julgador, pois você definia desta forma - mas, na realidade, o tal olhar julgador sempre foi o seu próprio. E, infelizmente, você colocou uma venda em si mesma, afinal, já dizia o ditado: "o que os olhos não podem ver, o coração não sente". Sim, a fuga sempre parece a melhor opção...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E, então, você tenta mostrar pro mundo o quão livre você é, o quanto controla seus sentimentos. LIAR! Tudo fake...você está mentindo para si mesma. Você não vê, não percebe que fazendo isso só está prejudicando a si própria. Pensa que o simples fato de dizer que é livre a torna assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É tão bom deixar a auto-piedade de lado e poder olhar tudo com outros olhos. Olhar tudo na primeira pessoa, e não mais como coadjuvante. Pronto! Agora sim você pode dizer-se livre e considerar-se como tal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, comecei com a frase e vou terminar com a música inteira. Abaixo deixo a&amp;nbsp;música (Wide awake - Lacuna Coil)&amp;nbsp;e a tradução que combina com o texto acima: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Completamente acordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Há um rebelde dentro de minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu não tenho me sentido bem desde o momento no qual eu desisti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu desafiei meus limites, sinto que estou me tornando sem limites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu absorvo tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu estou completamente acordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Abro meus olhos e o céu está tão azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;De repente eu sei que valorizo minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu me encontro completamente acordada, como você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A batalha interior, agora eu entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A liberdade começa quando você sai da jaula que você mesma construiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Parece que sou louca, mas eu não sou a única&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Que acredita em mim, acredita em mim, eu não vou fracassar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Porque eu me sinto completamente acordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Abro meus olhos e o céu está tão azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;De repente eu sei que&amp;nbsp;valorizo minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu me encontro completamente acordada, como você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu estou completamente acordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Abro os meus olhos e o céu está tão azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;De repente eu sei que&amp;nbsp;valorizo minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;De repente eu sei que valorizo minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Como você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Escrito ao som de Laura Pausini: Agora não, Invece no, Incancellabile, Con la musica alla radio, La solitudine, Bellissimo così, Inesquecível e Non c'è; Lacuna Coil: Wide awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A Itália tomou conta de mim hoje...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/14NYpiyBrNs/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/14NYpiyBrNs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14NYpiyBrNs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-5053395584525755264?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/5053395584525755264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/10/freedom-begins-when-you-get-out-of-cage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/5053395584525755264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/5053395584525755264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/10/freedom-begins-when-you-get-out-of-cage.html' title='&quot;Freedom begins when you get out of the cage you built...&quot;'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732820440931316204.post-1248536722760229590</id><published>2010-10-24T10:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:08:49.138-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inaugurando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom dia! (pra você que dormiu e está acordando agora, porque pra quem não dormiu ainda é como se hoje ainda fosse ontem e).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom,&amp;nbsp;já faz um tempo que venho pensando em criar um blog (será que ainda dou conta? O último blog que tive foi há 6 anos) mas, só hoje criei coragem &amp;nbsp;de fazê-lo. Aqui vou escrever textos que de certa forma me ajudarão a desabafar, afinal, escrever me faz bem, escrever me liberta. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me, Myself and I: a origem =&amp;gt; Escolhi esse nome exatamente pelo significado intimista que ele tem: "mim, mim mesma e eu", é como se eu estivesse contando algo que aconteceu comigo para mim mesma. Claro, escolhi também pela confusão que esse&amp;nbsp;nome causa pois, na realidade, não se pode haver 3 "eu's" na mesma frase, afinal, os 3 são a mesma pessoa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, acho que já deu pra perceber que eu sou uma pessoa confusa e, que, gosta de deixar as outras pessoas, também, confusas. Na verdade, eu queria batizar esse blog de "walking contradiction" (contradição ambulante)...combina mais comigo, mas, infelizmente, esse domínio já está sendo utilizado =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pra primeiro post já está mais que suficiente, né? Me despeço com&amp;nbsp;um vídeo - que estou assistindo agora - de uma banda alemã chamada "Silbermond", uma banda ótima que ainda é desconhecida por aqui. O fato de suas músicas serem cantadas em alemão não ajuda muito na divulgação =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/bJ4qEr_slbw/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJ4qEr_slbw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJ4qEr_slbw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732820440931316204-1248536722760229590?l=fernandayoshino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/feeds/1248536722760229590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/10/inaugurando_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/1248536722760229590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732820440931316204/posts/default/1248536722760229590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernandayoshino.blogspot.com/2010/10/inaugurando_24.html' title='Inaugurando...'/><author><name>Fernanda Yoshino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547594584851730288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJRIDb_0ENE/TMQJqKDfW2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Gug6AB87Tuo/S220/IMG_0457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
