<?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-2182043389266790631</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:33:49.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Billa's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>407</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2535172740920258163</id><published>2012-02-12T18:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-12T19:04:39.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b8HUNw2LuvU/TzgJMSO7G2I/AAAAAAAABo0/e9b0ouUi1Ik/s1600/A%2BPonte%2Bsobre%2Bo%2BDrina-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b8HUNw2LuvU/TzgJMSO7G2I/AAAAAAAABo0/e9b0ouUi1Ik/s400/A%2BPonte%2Bsobre%2Bo%2BDrina-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708322634349615970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei este livro porque sinto um carinho especial pela Jugoslávia, especialmente depois de a ter visitado.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de bem maior do que a de Mostar, a ponte sobre o Drina lembra-me muito esta bonita cidade, e que tanto sofreu com a guerra dos Balcãs. À semelhança de Mostar, também&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Višegrad foi separada entre Cristãos e Muçulmanos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Este livro descreve a ponte e as mudanças a que a mesma resistiu ao  longo dos séculos, desde a sua construção, no século XVI, até à queda do  Império Austro-Húngaro, que culminou na Primeira Guerra Mundial.&lt;br /&gt;Impressionante este romance histórico, de um escritor que foi galardoado com o Prémio Nobel da Literatura.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2535172740920258163?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2535172740920258163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2535172740920258163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2535172740920258163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2535172740920258163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/02/sugestao-de-leitura_12.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b8HUNw2LuvU/TzgJMSO7G2I/AAAAAAAABo0/e9b0ouUi1Ik/s72-c/A%2BPonte%2Bsobre%2Bo%2BDrina-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6732605572167677585</id><published>2012-02-05T17:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-05T18:59:19.097Z</updated><title type='text'>País do Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18B8nXmKwm0/Ty7BPxUMCdI/AAAAAAAABoo/zSdLs4DX4I4/s1600/app_full_proxy.php.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18B8nXmKwm0/Ty7BPxUMCdI/AAAAAAAABoo/zSdLs4DX4I4/s400/app_full_proxy.php.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705710254605208018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este filme revelou ser diferente do que esperava. Não melhor, não pior, mas diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Debatendo temas polémicos para a Igreja, como o aborto e a violação, acaba por ter um desfecho imprevisível para as duas personsagens principais, que necessitavam ambas de salvação: uma porque tinha sido a favor do aborto (o padre) e a outra porque precisava de um transplante de rim (a pianista). Os dois encontram-se e vêem um no outro aquilo que procuram. Um filme dramático que acaba por ter um final feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Não é o filme do ano, mas vê-se bem.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6732605572167677585?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6732605572167677585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6732605572167677585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6732605572167677585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6732605572167677585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/02/pais-do-desejo.html' title='País do Desejo'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18B8nXmKwm0/Ty7BPxUMCdI/AAAAAAAABoo/zSdLs4DX4I4/s72-c/app_full_proxy.php.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-1230023864554895460</id><published>2012-02-02T20:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:58:24.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bmF3ZumR60/Tyrw3Mr3HpI/AAAAAAAABoc/jZN5hZo7rH8/s1600/9789896163907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bmF3ZumR60/Tyrw3Mr3HpI/AAAAAAAABoc/jZN5hZo7rH8/s400/9789896163907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704636709106818706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este foi o primeiro livro que li do José Rodrigues dos Santos. Mas certamente o primeiro de muitos.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me senti atraída por nenhum dos romances dele, mas acabei por dar o benefício da dúvida através de várias críticas muito favoráveis.&lt;br /&gt;A escrita é fluida, a história cativa (com excepção da descrição demasiado pormenorizada de algumas cenas da guerra colonial) e deixamo-nos envolver facilmente com as personagens.&lt;br /&gt;É, de facto, uma obra a não perder, e apesar da parte do romance ser ficcionada, tudo o resto é baseado em factos reais, da própria vida do pai do jornalista.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-1230023864554895460?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1230023864554895460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=1230023864554895460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1230023864554895460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1230023864554895460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/02/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bmF3ZumR60/Tyrw3Mr3HpI/AAAAAAAABoc/jZN5hZo7rH8/s72-c/9789896163907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4399738198258574607</id><published>2012-01-29T20:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:28:55.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Polissia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-y9KTlsGxE/TyWw1oYCOOI/AAAAAAAABoQ/-Xs2itsXZzw/s1600/dcad27317_482417090112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-y9KTlsGxE/TyWw1oYCOOI/AAAAAAAABoQ/-Xs2itsXZzw/s400/dcad27317_482417090112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703158938552383714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É considerado um dos melhores filmes de 2011, e vencedor do prémio do Júri do Festival de Cinema de Cannes.&lt;br /&gt;O filme descreve o dia-a-dia numa Unidade de Protecção de Menores: casos de maus tratos, violações, raptos... Ao mesmo tempo que seguimos a rotina diária dos diferentes polícias, vemos também as suas complicadas vidas pessoais e os problemas de cada um. Poderia ser um documentário, mas não é. Muito bem construído, entretém do início ao fim. Dramático mas muitíssimo bom.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4399738198258574607?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4399738198258574607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4399738198258574607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4399738198258574607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4399738198258574607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/polissia.html' title='Polissia'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-y9KTlsGxE/TyWw1oYCOOI/AAAAAAAABoQ/-Xs2itsXZzw/s72-c/dcad27317_482417090112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-413026136307025516</id><published>2012-01-26T19:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:55:10.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71i8dofVH_I/TyGwUshrJFI/AAAAAAAABoE/q7Z9mUPnwV4/s1600/As%2BServi%25C3%25A7ais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71i8dofVH_I/TyGwUshrJFI/AAAAAAAABoE/q7Z9mUPnwV4/s400/As%2BServi%25C3%25A7ais.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702032472824030290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história retrata a dura realidade vivida pela população negra nos estados Sulistas da América do Norte, durante a década de 60. A escravatura terminara há muito, mas continuou presente no tratamento diferencial para com os negros, algo que ainda existe (infelizmente) na nossa sociedade actual.&lt;br /&gt;A história é narrada por três personagens: a jornalista que decide revelar ao mundo o que se passa no Mississipi, e as duas empregadas que se sentiram mais afoitas para contar as injustiças e os maus-tratos de que eram alvo.&lt;br /&gt;Se tiverem lido o livro, nem vale a pena perderem tempo a ver o filme. É muito incompleto, apesar de estar bastante bem adaptado. O filme acaba rapidamente; o livro apaixona-nos desde as primeiras linhas!&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Stockett é uma das escritoras revelação do ano, e merece-o, pela forma soberba como escreve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aloha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-413026136307025516?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/413026136307025516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=413026136307025516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/413026136307025516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/413026136307025516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/sugestao-de-leitura_26.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71i8dofVH_I/TyGwUshrJFI/AAAAAAAABoE/q7Z9mUPnwV4/s72-c/As%2BServi%25C3%25A7ais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8842858334627188571</id><published>2012-01-22T19:24:00.009Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:52:46.091Z</updated><title type='text'>Passeio por Entradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvhd3d4RmGw/TxxkU1YZ5WI/AAAAAAAABn4/-KGCcAYzxOk/s1600/IMG_5119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvhd3d4RmGw/TxxkU1YZ5WI/AAAAAAAABn4/-KGCcAYzxOk/s400/IMG_5119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700541537433806178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjVCzPcQWmI/Txxj7u8sy0I/AAAAAAAABns/Sqd3JPGz728/s1600/IMG_5098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjVCzPcQWmI/Txxj7u8sy0I/AAAAAAAABns/Sqd3JPGz728/s400/IMG_5098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700541106210261826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CXE1pGqNfP4/Txxjf2PTC9I/AAAAAAAABng/70JFCJlpL-Q/s1600/IMG_5140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CXE1pGqNfP4/Txxjf2PTC9I/AAAAAAAABng/70JFCJlpL-Q/s400/IMG_5140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700540627130977234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQtR9JbGB0w/TxxjT5p8PYI/AAAAAAAABnU/r1VbjApKhbQ/s1600/IMG_5084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQtR9JbGB0w/TxxjT5p8PYI/AAAAAAAABnU/r1VbjApKhbQ/s400/IMG_5084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700540421889604994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYaxp-5xkpw/Txxiz78i4LI/AAAAAAAABnI/w1TrFc73z_o/s1600/IMG_5068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYaxp-5xkpw/Txxiz78i4LI/AAAAAAAABnI/w1TrFc73z_o/s400/IMG_5068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700539872748691634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entradas é uma pequena vila pertencente ao concelho de Castro Verde, que tem a particularidade de ter tentado preservar grande parte do património arquitectónico desde a época medieval, sendo o exemplo mais notável a bonita calçada de pedra irregular.&lt;br /&gt;Actualmente, muitas casas já foram remodeladas, mas conservam a traça tradicional, como se pode ver pelas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;Com excepção da Igreja, as casas resumem-se quase todas a um piso, permitindo inúmeras horas de Sol na fachada dos edifícios voltados a Oeste, algo que me delicia! Infelizmente, só vi por lá casas para venda...&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-8842858334627188571?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8842858334627188571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8842858334627188571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8842858334627188571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8842858334627188571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/passeio-por-entradas.html' title='Passeio por Entradas'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvhd3d4RmGw/TxxkU1YZ5WI/AAAAAAAABn4/-KGCcAYzxOk/s72-c/IMG_5119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2292956152360568127</id><published>2012-01-17T20:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:08:33.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavra de viajante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeMAFjHznA/TxXhE4F17-I/AAAAAAAABmM/aBacvQ6HZls/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeMAFjHznA/TxXhE4F17-I/AAAAAAAABmM/aBacvQ6HZls/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698708377399848930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abriu uma nova &lt;a href="http://palavra-de-viajante.pt/"&gt;livraria&lt;/a&gt; em Lisboa, dedicada única e exclusivamente a viagens. Além de uma variedade incrível de livros, publicações e mapas de todos os cantinhos do mundo, possui ainda um bar onde se pode degustar o menu do dia (cozinha internacional), ou simplesmente um café. Ocasionalmente, fazem parcerias com um blog de Cozinha Vegetariana (&lt;a href="http://vegetalicias.com/"&gt;Vegetalícias&lt;/a&gt;) e promovem workshops culinários.&lt;br /&gt;Escusado será dizer que perdi a cabeça (e a carteira) na secção dedicada às viagens de comboio...&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo a visita a quem, como eu, tem alma de viajante!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2292956152360568127?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2292956152360568127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2292956152360568127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2292956152360568127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2292956152360568127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/palavra-de-viajante.html' title='Palavra de viajante'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeMAFjHznA/TxXhE4F17-I/AAAAAAAABmM/aBacvQ6HZls/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3259951833061474145</id><published>2012-01-15T21:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:09:31.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fpyDrJHePLI/TxXi0Lgl4iI/AAAAAAAABmY/7NrqOFRbBwI/s1600/The%2BCellist%2Bof%2BSarajevo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fpyDrJHePLI/TxXi0Lgl4iI/AAAAAAAABmY/7NrqOFRbBwI/s400/The%2BCellist%2Bof%2BSarajevo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698710289577796130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da história ser baseada em factos reais, aquando do cerco de Sarajevo (1992-1996), as suas personagens principais são ficcionais. Fiquei impressionada com o facto de que um violoncelista tocou durante 22 dias, em honra das vítimas de Sarajevo, apesar das bombas e granadas que caiam diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;A história é contada através de três pessoas que tentam sobreviver, dia-a-dia, na cidade cercada: para irem buscar água potável, para trazerem para as suas famílias a comida que encontram...&lt;br /&gt;De uma intensidade dramática enorme, o leitor fica totalmente preso à história. Para mim, teve um gosto ainda mais especial, dado que estive de visita a Sarajevo recentemente. Pude identificar alguns bairros e ruas mencionados no livro, e isso torna a história ainda mais real.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-3259951833061474145?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3259951833061474145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3259951833061474145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3259951833061474145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3259951833061474145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fpyDrJHePLI/TxXi0Lgl4iI/AAAAAAAABmY/7NrqOFRbBwI/s72-c/The%2BCellist%2Bof%2BSarajevo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2426214889863428586</id><published>2012-01-13T21:09:00.007Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:51:53.738Z</updated><title type='text'>Alcoutim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrfwgzp0eS4/TxXmSeYGdiI/AAAAAAAABm8/pgl3vRlBhps/s1600/IMG_5365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrfwgzp0eS4/TxXmSeYGdiI/AAAAAAAABm8/pgl3vRlBhps/s400/IMG_5365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698714108573414946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WAhFr-RDe04/TxXkZ0p_d-I/AAAAAAAABmw/spZw44JK5LA/s1600/IMG_5260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WAhFr-RDe04/TxXkZ0p_d-I/AAAAAAAABmw/spZw44JK5LA/s400/IMG_5260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698712035789862882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJh3eNPyacc/TxXj6EJ3tYI/AAAAAAAABmk/lPGscDr5t8o/s1600/IMG_5258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJh3eNPyacc/TxXj6EJ3tYI/AAAAAAAABmk/lPGscDr5t8o/s400/IMG_5258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698711490194290050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No penúltimo fim de semana, decidi fazer mais uma saída fotográfica. Desta vez, escolhi Alcoutim como destino, uma das vilas mais bonitas à beira do Guadiana.&lt;br /&gt;Na primeira foto pode ver-se Sanlúcar de Guadiana (Espanha), a vila que fica em frente a Alcoutim, e a qual pode ser alcançada de barco, pela módica quantia de 2 € (ida e volta). Apesar de estarmos em pleno Inverno (e ele é bem rigoroso aqui) estiveram temperaturas da ordem dos 18 ºC, o que proporcionou uma tarde de leitura muito agradável, sobre o belíssimo Guadiana.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2426214889863428586?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2426214889863428586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2426214889863428586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2426214889863428586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2426214889863428586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/alcoutim.html' title='Alcoutim'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrfwgzp0eS4/TxXmSeYGdiI/AAAAAAAABm8/pgl3vRlBhps/s72-c/IMG_5365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2902564190262366308</id><published>2012-01-09T20:42:00.008Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:26:21.541Z</updated><title type='text'>Passeio por Sintra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C15rg41s2cM/TwtZivLRoAI/AAAAAAAABmA/QlmWICuWOnw/s1600/IMG_5220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C15rg41s2cM/TwtZivLRoAI/AAAAAAAABmA/QlmWICuWOnw/s400/IMG_5220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695744607054307330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTRX9j8HtXw/TwtZI7olYSI/AAAAAAAABl0/nMiLtlkDmNw/s1600/IMG_5195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTRX9j8HtXw/TwtZI7olYSI/AAAAAAAABl0/nMiLtlkDmNw/s400/IMG_5195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695744163721863458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0MWm_tk7S0/TwtXmrbR8gI/AAAAAAAABlo/Bis93CDvZwU/s1600/IMG_5179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0MWm_tk7S0/TwtXmrbR8gI/AAAAAAAABlo/Bis93CDvZwU/s400/IMG_5179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695742475743916546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-983oG3HRlh0/TwtXW9yGqFI/AAAAAAAABlc/g_Peg8TNSQk/s1600/IMG_5176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-983oG3HRlh0/TwtXW9yGqFI/AAAAAAAABlc/g_Peg8TNSQk/s400/IMG_5176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695742205793577042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confesso que apesar de morar perto de Sintra, pelo menos na minha segunda morada, não vou lá tanto como gostaria... E quando vou, nem sempre tenho a sorte de apanhar um dia bonito. Aquele microclima da serra de Sintra é tramado...&lt;br /&gt;Mas Sintra nunca desilude. Seja para uma visita aos museus, umas caminhadas pela serra, jardins e palácios, um almoço/jantar num restaurante típico... As possibilidades são imensas! O pior são mesmo os turistas, por isso evitem Domingos em Sintra, e dias de Verão com muito bom tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-2902564190262366308?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2902564190262366308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2902564190262366308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2902564190262366308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2902564190262366308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/passeio-por-sintra.html' title='Passeio por Sintra'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C15rg41s2cM/TwtZivLRoAI/AAAAAAAABmA/QlmWICuWOnw/s72-c/IMG_5220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-7541181674361827355</id><published>2012-01-08T20:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:51:41.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Efeitos secundários</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8K15TuEDVg/Twn8eMpyk_I/AAAAAAAABlQ/R68VBg1KYNI/s1600/Efeitos_Secundarios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8K15TuEDVg/Twn8eMpyk_I/AAAAAAAABlQ/R68VBg1KYNI/s400/Efeitos_Secundarios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695360799509484530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inexplicavelmente (ou não), este filme Português de 2009, só agora teve luz verde para ser exibido no cinema - numa única sala (Teatro do Bairro), durante 15 dias apenas.&lt;br /&gt;O filme reflecte sobre o facto de, cada decisão que tomamos na vida tem  efeitos secundários, seja para quem nos é próximo ou para o  desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que não é um filme espectacular mas merecia mais publicidade do que a que teve. Apesar de contar uma história banal e dramática, fá-lo bem e consegue entreter os espectadores.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-7541181674361827355?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7541181674361827355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=7541181674361827355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7541181674361827355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7541181674361827355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/efeitos-secundarios.html' title='Efeitos secundários'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8K15TuEDVg/Twn8eMpyk_I/AAAAAAAABlQ/R68VBg1KYNI/s72-c/Efeitos_Secundarios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-1074927420553635348</id><published>2012-01-02T21:23:00.008Z</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:40:30.329Z</updated><title type='text'>Evolução telefones vs. tempo livre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bFWxqxyUjg/TwIhBoKb7bI/AAAAAAAABlE/sVzcTnPNjwM/s1600/telefone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bFWxqxyUjg/TwIhBoKb7bI/AAAAAAAABlE/sVzcTnPNjwM/s400/telefone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693149190794505650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_MFIgEiT90/TwIg9RZTRwI/AAAAAAAABk4/US8Dig3h-co/s1600/1066%2B0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_MFIgEiT90/TwIg9RZTRwI/AAAAAAAABk4/US8Dig3h-co/s400/1066%2B0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693149115963361026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbDILeQ1SW0/TwIgWyhC9yI/AAAAAAAABks/k3zr3Ui3HMI/s1600/u_03757263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbDILeQ1SW0/TwIgWyhC9yI/AAAAAAAABks/k3zr3Ui3HMI/s400/u_03757263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693148454839318306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de comprar um kit mãos livres para o carro, dos mais simples e baratos que existem. Permite-me falar enquanto conduzo, sem ter de segurar e/ou mexer no telemóvel, que era justamente o que queria.&lt;br /&gt;Kit testado e aprovado, e apercebo-me de uma correlação muito interessante: à medida que o tempo disponível de cada um de nós se reduz cada vez mais, os telefones/telemóveis evoluiram no sentido de nos deixarem completamente livres. Vejamos: primeiro tínhamos o telefone fixo, que não nos dava qualquer liberdade de movimentos - tínhamos muito tempo disponível e podíamos dar-nos ao luxo de estar no sofá/na cama a falar unicamente ao telefone. A vida foi-se tornando cada vez mais preenchida, e os telefones fixos passaram a ser portáteis - já podíamos estender a roupa ou fazer o jantar, enquanto falávamos ao telefone, embora fosse um péssimo hábito para o nosso pescoço. Foi então que surgiu a tecnologia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bluetooth&lt;/span&gt;, que nos permite fazer qualquer tarefa ao mesmo tempo que falamos ao telefone, algo essencial hoje em dia, uma vez que se tem cada vez menos tempo, no dia-a-dia. Interessante, não?&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-1074927420553635348?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1074927420553635348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=1074927420553635348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1074927420553635348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1074927420553635348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/evolucao-telefones-vs-tempo-livre.html' title='Evolução telefones vs. tempo livre'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bFWxqxyUjg/TwIhBoKb7bI/AAAAAAAABlE/sVzcTnPNjwM/s72-c/telefone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6650212614062116778</id><published>2012-01-01T21:43:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:16:27.699Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar de não ligar nenhuma à passagem de ano, este ano fiz questão de escrever as minhas resoluções/desejos de Ano Novo - acredito que assim será mais fácil concretizá-las. Para quem tiver falta de ideias (12 ainda é um número puxadito...) aqui ficam:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Continuar a ser uma pessoa saudável (este extensível a todos os meus familiares e amigos)&lt;br /&gt;2 - Manter o ritual do exercício físico 4 a 5 vezes por semana&lt;br /&gt;3 - Dormir 7h por noite (se for atingido, será um grande marco para mim, porque por vezes descuido-me com as horas de sono, e não quero um dia, mais tarde, pagar por isso)&lt;br /&gt;4 - Continuar a constituir um pé-de-meia jeitoso para a reforma/viagens...&lt;br /&gt;5 - Dedicar-me mais (ainda) à horticultura - o bonsai recebido pelo Natal assim o "obriga"&lt;br /&gt;6 - Fazer duas viagens ao estrangeiro durante o ano (tal como no ano passado)&lt;br /&gt;7 - Aprender Alemão &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home alone&lt;/span&gt; (infelizmente, estou longe de qualquer centro urbano, pelo que terá de ser assim...)&lt;br /&gt;8 - Arranjar, finalmente, uma casa com jardim, tão boa como a que tenho actualmente (é bastante difícil...)&lt;br /&gt;9 - Passear e fotografar mais, nos meus tempos livres&lt;br /&gt;10 - Publicar o(s) livro(s) que ando a escrever&lt;br /&gt;11 - Tirar a Carta de Marinheiro (não sei se será já este ano...)&lt;br /&gt;12 - Ganhar a tal fortuna, com que tanto sonho, no Casino (não é para ser original, só porque toda a gente deseja o Euromilhões; gosto mesmo de jogar no Casino - os outros jogos não me dizem nada!)&lt;br /&gt;No final do ano, verei quais foram alcançados, o que é que superou as minhas expectativas, o que é que correu mal... Para já, posso dizer que 2011 correu muito bem, a todos os níveis. Basta ver que mesmo no final de 2010, o meu carro avariou, obrigando-me a comprar um novo, e eu festejei a passagem de ano de muletas... Portanto, hoje estou bem melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 2012 para todos!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6650212614062116778?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6650212614062116778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6650212614062116778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6650212614062116778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6650212614062116778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3407454859495840439</id><published>2011-12-29T20:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:08:47.635Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eO4aEBRXqc/TvzLiBfoRYI/AAAAAAAABkg/DThn1oNfgXE/s1600/500_9789724743356_o_perfeito_nazi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eO4aEBRXqc/TvzLiBfoRYI/AAAAAAAABkg/DThn1oNfgXE/s400/500_9789724743356_o_perfeito_nazi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691647814466553218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um livro para a estante da II Guerra Mundial, sendo que esta história é relatada de um ponto de vista diferente - através de um neto de um dos oficiais das SS.&lt;br /&gt;A história encontra-se dividida em capítulos cronológicos, desde os anos que se seguiram ao fim da I Guerra Mundial até à capitulação da Alemanha, na II Guerra Mundial. Seguimos a ascensão do Hitler e a do ideal Nacional-Socialista na Alemanha, e os desenvolvimentos do Terceiro Reich ao longo da II Guerra Mundial. Ficamos a perceber o desenrolar dos acontecimentos que culminaram num desfecho terrível para toda a Europa, e restante mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-3407454859495840439?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3407454859495840439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3407454859495840439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3407454859495840439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3407454859495840439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/sugestao-de-leitura_29.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eO4aEBRXqc/TvzLiBfoRYI/AAAAAAAABkg/DThn1oNfgXE/s72-c/500_9789724743356_o_perfeito_nazi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3319196168451041463</id><published>2011-12-21T18:42:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:12:48.282Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iX0A8RvxXgg/TvIotsncAyI/AAAAAAAABkU/C1GeEUNmyMU/s1600/%257B2861D144-FF65-43E4-886D-CBDA72DD268D%257DImg200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iX0A8RvxXgg/TvIotsncAyI/AAAAAAAABkU/C1GeEUNmyMU/s400/%257B2861D144-FF65-43E4-886D-CBDA72DD268D%257DImg200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688654044858155810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dos livros que comprei na Hungria, e que estava no top dos mais vendidos, ou não se tivesse passado este caso na Áustria. Por cá, o rapto de Natascha Kampusch foi apenas ligeiramente referido nas TV's e jornais,  se bem me lembro. É mais um daqueles casos "ah, só acontece lá fora", e rapidamente foi esquecido. Tipo o caso do Josef Fritzl, também Austríaco. Hmm, afinal os Austríacos não são perfeitos - parece que têm um parafuso a menos!&lt;br /&gt;A história desta rapariga é, de facto, incrível, pois teve uma força de vontade sobrenatural para aguentar a prisão numa cave, durante quase 9 anos. Poderíamos dizer que o raptor não a tratou tão mal como outros o teriam feito. Deu-lhe roupa, comida, educação e até a chegou a levar de férias. Mas também a privou de comida, maltratou-a fisicamente e submeteu-a a trabalhos domésticos e de obras. E tirou-lhe o bem mais essencial de todos: a liberdade, ainda mais numa das fases mais importantes da vida - a adolescência. Ele não era um criminoso bom, mas não a violou, não lhe tirou os órgãos nem a introduziu numa rede de pornografia, da qual era dificilmente sairia.&lt;br /&gt;Natasha conta-nos, em palavras suas, como tentou entrar na mente dele, e perceber o que tinha de fazer para se manter viva e sã. Tentou conquistar o raptor e ganhar a sua confiança, de modo a poder pôr em prática o seu plano de fuga. Tal só foi possível ao fim de 8 anos e meio. Dizem que ela ficou com o síndroma de Estocolmo, mas ela nega isso e explica-o: ela teve foi de ser mais esperta do que o raptor, e de facto, vê-se que teve uma maturidade e um sangue-frio que poucas crianças de 10 anos poderiam demonstrar.&lt;br /&gt;É, sem dúvida, uma grande história, de coragem e sobrevivência.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-3319196168451041463?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3319196168451041463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3319196168451041463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3319196168451041463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3319196168451041463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/sugestao-de-leitura_21.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iX0A8RvxXgg/TvIotsncAyI/AAAAAAAABkU/C1GeEUNmyMU/s72-c/%257B2861D144-FF65-43E4-886D-CBDA72DD268D%257DImg200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5853254148709087190</id><published>2011-12-16T19:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:18:38.812Z</updated><title type='text'>Hai Shang Chuan Qi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEuGU8yxE8c/TuuXuRZX1yI/AAAAAAAABkI/Xhfc7kqt3wY/s1600/Hist%25C3%25B3rias-de-Shanghai-Quem-me-dera-saber-by-MiStEr_QuIm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEuGU8yxE8c/TuuXuRZX1yI/AAAAAAAABkI/Xhfc7kqt3wY/s400/Hist%25C3%25B3rias-de-Shanghai-Quem-me-dera-saber-by-MiStEr_QuIm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686805775684982562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este filme vem no seguimento de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24 City&lt;/span&gt;, que descreve as vivências de uma série de  trabalhadores, recentemente despedidos de uma fábrica na China.&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez, o realizador descreve a história de Shanghai, desde o século XIX, quando foi transformado num porto comercial, até aos dias de hoje. As histórias da cidade são contadas pelos seus habitantes, que presenciaram a chegada das tropas Comunistas, e mudaram para sempre o rumo da cidade. Histórias tristes e dramáticas que nos dão a conhecer um pouco mais sobre esta cidade misteriosa. Mais um interessante olhar sobre a China.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-5853254148709087190?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5853254148709087190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5853254148709087190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5853254148709087190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5853254148709087190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/hai-shang-chuan-qi.html' title='Hai Shang Chuan Qi'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEuGU8yxE8c/TuuXuRZX1yI/AAAAAAAABkI/Xhfc7kqt3wY/s72-c/Hist%25C3%25B3rias-de-Shanghai-Quem-me-dera-saber-by-MiStEr_QuIm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-7884531705042295595</id><published>2011-12-13T19:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:58:36.049Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJzTLUo0LK4/TuetPj8n2OI/AAAAAAAABj8/gkxB8007gR4/s1600/Uma%2BMulher%2Bde%2BSonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJzTLUo0LK4/TuetPj8n2OI/AAAAAAAABj8/gkxB8007gR4/s400/Uma%2BMulher%2Bde%2BSonho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685703537437694178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sendo o meu estilo de literatura preferido, de vez em quando é bom variar. Ler algo que não nos faça pensar nem parar a leitura para consultar dados históricos e mapas; apenas deixar fluir a leitura.&lt;br /&gt;Não conhecia esta escritora, mas gostei bastante do livro, que apesar de ser um romance, tem um final um pouco imprevisível.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-7884531705042295595?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7884531705042295595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=7884531705042295595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7884531705042295595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7884531705042295595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/sugestao-de-leitura_13.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJzTLUo0LK4/TuetPj8n2OI/AAAAAAAABj8/gkxB8007gR4/s72-c/Uma%2BMulher%2Bde%2BSonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-7263080026902393584</id><published>2011-12-11T23:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:31:56.748Z</updated><title type='text'>A Arte da Guerra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0Nh4b-Vfyg/TuU4lSH3UII/AAAAAAAABjw/-Bt112Kc_ow/s1600/534531.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0Nh4b-Vfyg/TuU4lSH3UII/AAAAAAAABjw/-Bt112Kc_ow/s400/534531.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685012317796257922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este fim de semana foi um verdadeiro fim de semana cultural: duas sessões de cinema e quatro exposições. Há que aproveitar o que a capital tem de melhor para nos oferecer ;)&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi a exposição mais marcante para mim, pois a Segunda Guerra Mundial é um tema que me fascina bastante. E como adoro publicidade antiga, foi juntar o útil ao agradável. Nela podemos ver os mais variados cartazes deste período negro do século XX, feitos pelas várias potências presentes na guerra. Desde propaganda que incita à produção e ao patriotismo, até aos cartazes mais caricatos, sobre o racionamento necessário ao esforço da guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Está no CCB até 8 de Fevereiro de 2012, e é grátis!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-7263080026902393584?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7263080026902393584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=7263080026902393584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7263080026902393584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7263080026902393584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/arte-da-guerra.html' title='A Arte da Guerra'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0Nh4b-Vfyg/TuU4lSH3UII/AAAAAAAABjw/-Bt112Kc_ow/s72-c/534531.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-1927133251909996519</id><published>2011-12-10T22:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:10:51.492Z</updated><title type='text'>Triage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Le3PqjsvciI/TuU0i4lyFvI/AAAAAAAABjk/r82BbzIMtBY/s1600/osollhosdaguerra_poster_f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Le3PqjsvciI/TuU0i4lyFvI/AAAAAAAABjk/r82BbzIMtBY/s400/osollhosdaguerra_poster_f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685007878536173298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui sem grandes expectativas para este filme. Apesar de ser um tema do meu interesse, não sou grande fã deste actor. Tinha um bilhete à borla, e duas horas para fazer tempo em Lisboa. Basicamente, foi isso. Mas gostei, gostei muito mesmo, e fiquei presa ao ecrã do primeiro ao último minuto do filme. De uma intensidade dramática enorme, e com imagens explicitamente chocantes, o filme explora a dura realidade do stress pós-traumático num fotojornalista de guerra, no Curdistão, nos anos 90.&lt;br /&gt;Não concordo com a descrição feita por muitos críticos - mais um filme de guerra. É-o, de facto, mas mostra-nos o lado obscuro da guerra, esquecido em muitos filmes.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-1927133251909996519?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1927133251909996519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=1927133251909996519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1927133251909996519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1927133251909996519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/triage.html' title='Triage'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Le3PqjsvciI/TuU0i4lyFvI/AAAAAAAABjk/r82BbzIMtBY/s72-c/osollhosdaguerra_poster_f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4071846041278177026</id><published>2011-12-07T20:44:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:52:58.091Z</updated><title type='text'>Les Femmes du 6e Étage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KoQWljc6TA/Tt_QOaecgcI/AAAAAAAABjY/40PTciYz15U/s1600/les-femmes-du-6e-etage-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KoQWljc6TA/Tt_QOaecgcI/AAAAAAAABjY/40PTciYz15U/s400/les-femmes-du-6e-etage-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683490200808620482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este foi um dos melhores filmes que vi, nos últimos tempos. Uma excelente comédia que coloca o cinema Europeu no seu melhor, mais uma vez. Pareceu-me interessante o argumento do filme, e quando reparei que a Carmen Maura entrava num dos papéis, nem hesitei. Gosto bastante do trabalho dela ao lado do realizador Pedro Almodóvar.&lt;br /&gt;Muito resumidamente, a história remonta aos anos 60, quando se deu um grande fluxo de emigração Espanhola para França: como viviam e trabalhavam as empregadas domésticas, nestes tempos. A vida de um casal conservador de classe média é virada do avesso quando estas senhoras (do 6º andar, pois era aquele que lhes estava destinado), entram em acção. Moral da história: é sempre possível mudar, e para melhor. 5 estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4071846041278177026?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4071846041278177026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4071846041278177026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4071846041278177026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4071846041278177026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/les-femmes-du-6e-etage.html' title='Les Femmes du 6e Étage'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KoQWljc6TA/Tt_QOaecgcI/AAAAAAAABjY/40PTciYz15U/s72-c/les-femmes-du-6e-etage-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3842893632547824866</id><published>2011-12-05T20:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:46:07.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YR-VcWTq-o/Tt0pf4LAJ9I/AAAAAAAABjM/B8y_wbXAQFw/s1600/ca-auschwitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YR-VcWTq-o/Tt0pf4LAJ9I/AAAAAAAABjM/B8y_wbXAQFw/s400/ca-auschwitz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682743932442650578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das prendas de Natal antecipadas que resolvi oferecer a mim própria. Parece que de ano para ano o vício da leitura está cada vez pior e consegui gastar uma pequena fortuna em livros, apenas em dois meses... Mas acredito que, ainda assim, deve ser dos melhores vícios para se ter, pois só faz mal à carteira!&lt;br /&gt;Este livro relata a história de um prisioneiro Britânico que trocou, temporariamente, de lugar com um judeu, no campo de concentração de Auschwitz. Apesar do tema da Segunda Guerra já estar mais do que batido, a verdade é que nunca é demais ouvir estas histórias dramáticas em primeira mão. Gostei muito da parte inicial do livro, em que o escritor descreve as batalhas travadas no Norte de África. Conhecia pouco sobre esta parte da guerra e aprendi bastante.&lt;br /&gt;Uma leitura que vale a pena ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-3842893632547824866?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3842893632547824866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3842893632547824866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3842893632547824866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3842893632547824866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YR-VcWTq-o/Tt0pf4LAJ9I/AAAAAAAABjM/B8y_wbXAQFw/s72-c/ca-auschwitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-47470826551432271</id><published>2011-12-04T22:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:52:42.718Z</updated><title type='text'>Puss in Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfUZSGN91wE/TtvyG0xyRFI/AAAAAAAABjA/k3G6x5e4_dU/s1600/Puss-in-boots-teaser-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfUZSGN91wE/TtvyG0xyRFI/AAAAAAAABjA/k3G6x5e4_dU/s400/Puss-in-boots-teaser-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682401553918608466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da história narrada no filme estar bastante diferente da original, a moral mantém-se e vale a pena ver o filme só para vermos o Antonio Banderas na pele, ou melhor, no pêlo do gato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais um excelente filme de animação, muito bem conseguido e divertido, até mesmo para os adultos.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-47470826551432271?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/47470826551432271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=47470826551432271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/47470826551432271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/47470826551432271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/puss-in-boots.html' title='Puss in Boots'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfUZSGN91wE/TtvyG0xyRFI/AAAAAAAABjA/k3G6x5e4_dU/s72-c/Puss-in-boots-teaser-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6608511525403398257</id><published>2011-11-28T19:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:02:54.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnMA1V4ks5k/TtPlnBguVTI/AAAAAAAABi0/MsUl7-oprC4/s1600/bazar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnMA1V4ks5k/TtPlnBguVTI/AAAAAAAABi0/MsUl7-oprC4/s400/bazar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680136013627675954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que encontrei a minha alma gémea. Pelo menos no que toca a viagens. Pena é que tenha 70 anos. Este senhor não só escreve bem, como tem um incrível bom gosto para viagens.&lt;br /&gt;Neste livro, descreve a sua volta, ao longo de 5 meses, desde a sua saída de Londres, passando pela Europa de Leste, Médio Oriente, Sudeste Asiático, Japão, e culminando com a grande viagem do Transiberiano, aquela que mais anseio fazer. Para quem adora viajar de comboio, como eu, este livro torna-se obrigatório. Não sei como não o tinha descoberto há mais tempo, tendo em conta que foi escrito em 1975! As coisas eram bem diferentes nessa altura, e muitas mudanças houve nos países visitados por Theroux, desde queda de regimes, golpes de estado, guerras, separações e uniões... Mas uma coisa é certa: a sensação de prazer que uma viagem de comboio nos dá, mantém-se inalterável! Este livro faz-nos sonhar e viajar, como se, de facto, fôssemos no comboio com o escritor. Uma excelente prenda de Natal ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6608511525403398257?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6608511525403398257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6608511525403398257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6608511525403398257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6608511525403398257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/sugestao-de-leitura_28.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnMA1V4ks5k/TtPlnBguVTI/AAAAAAAABi0/MsUl7-oprC4/s72-c/bazar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2209280971068557453</id><published>2011-11-23T23:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:25:00.907Z</updated><title type='text'>The Ides of March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r74X0tFLRqg/TswuheckjtI/AAAAAAAABio/51Yd5oY1vIc/s1600/the-ides-of-march-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r74X0tFLRqg/TswuheckjtI/AAAAAAAABio/51Yd5oY1vIc/s400/the-ides-of-march-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677964382850813650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enredo interessante, bons actores e uma realização engenhosa fazem deste thriller dramático um bom filme. Tudo se combina na perfeição para o imprevisível desfecho.&lt;br /&gt;O filme mostra-nos como tudo funciona no mundo da política, e como nem sempre os mais jovens e menos experientes ficam para trás. Há que ser esperto, mais esperto do que os outros, e sair vencedor. Mesmo quando tudo parece perdido, há que saber quais os trunfos a utilizar, e é aí que as coisas podem ter uma grande reviravolta.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Gosling, apesar de ser um jovem actor, demonstrou mais uma vez a sua notável qualidade.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-2209280971068557453?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2209280971068557453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2209280971068557453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2209280971068557453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2209280971068557453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/ides-of-march.html' title='The Ides of March'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r74X0tFLRqg/TswuheckjtI/AAAAAAAABio/51Yd5oY1vIc/s72-c/the-ides-of-march-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-803804702423871353</id><published>2011-11-21T22:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:35:51.028Z</updated><title type='text'>A crise e a sociedade de hoje em dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Tenho que concordar com os argumentos apresentados por alguns dos estudantes entrevistados, sobre o facto de lhes terem feito várias perguntas, mas publicado apenas as erradas. Também o jornalista que fez a reportagem cometeu algumas incoerências graves. Isto mostra mais uma vez que os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;media&lt;/span&gt; deitam cá para fora apenas o que lhes interessa, o que vende e o que causa polémica.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, permitam-me dizer que, infelizmente, o nível de educação e de cultura geral está hoje muito mais baixo do que há umas décadas atrás. E isso é patente em muitos concursos televisivos, entrevistas e conversas.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou defensora do Salazar – ele fez muita coisa boa mas também cometeu os seus erros (como todos, aliás). Mas no tempo dele, não havia cá segundas oportunidades. Sabia-se, passava-se; não se sabia, azar. Para o ano havia mais (foi a cantilena que mais ouvi enquanto frequentei o IST). Isto fazia com que as pessoas se esforçassem e fazia-se a escolaridade no tempo mínimo. Hoje em dia é vulgar um jovem andar 10 anos na Universidade a “passear”.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estudei no IST (uma das faculdades mais exigentes do país), consegui fazer o curso em 6 anos e não sou nenhum prodígio. Na minha educação sempre me incutiram o valor do estudo e do esforço, e verdade seja dita, para além de não ter papás ricos a sustentarem-me, sempre me ensinaram a fazer as coisas no tempo certo. Não havia facilitismos. Andei numa faculdade pública porque quis (mas se quisesse uma privada, não teria essa sorte). Não tive explicações quando chumbei nas cadeiras mais difíceis, nunca tive um carro para ir para a faculdade (só porque chovia ou estava frio ou porque muitos colegas tinham e eu tinha de ter).&lt;br /&gt;Prestes a terminar a faculdade, surgiu uma oportunidade de estágio em Sesimbra. Eu tinha de sair de casa às 6h para apanhar o comboio até Alcântara-mar, andar 10 minutos a pé até à paragem do autocarro que me levaria a Sesimbra. Uma vez lá, tinha de subir a colina até à zona das pedreiras (1200 m), de modo a lá chegar às 8h. Fazia isto tudo com um tripé às costas (uns 4 kg), entre outros materiais, e um sismógrafo em cada mão (2 kg cada). Que outro modo tinha eu de fazer isto, se não existia um carro a mais? Fiz, faria de novo se fosse preciso, e não me caiu nenhum bracinho por isso. Mas esta conversa toda para quê? Para provar que dantes também existiam dificuldades e as coisas se faziam (mas a mentalidade era outra); já hoje, apesar de tantos meios à disposição (para sermos mais cultos, por exemplo), existe uma falta de interesse inacreditável e desiste-se ao mínimo obstáculo. E a culpa é de quem? Dos pais que pouco se interessam pelos seus filhos, dos programas televisivos, que muitas vezes incitam a comportamentos errados. Senão vejamos, e vou escrever, mais ou menos, o que ouvi num episódio dos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morangos com Açúcar&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Pai: - Filho, é muito grave conduzires sem carta. Podes atropelar alguém e ser multado. Espera até passares no exame de condução.&lt;br /&gt;Filho: - Não me chateies, eu tenho cuidado. Além disso, todos os meus amigos vão de carro e eu não posso ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe: - Deixa-o lá conduzir, todos têm carro, depois chateiam-no.&lt;br /&gt;Filho: - Obrigado mãe, por me defenderes e compreenderes.&lt;br /&gt;Ora parece-me que esta situação é tudo menos um bom exemplo para a juventude de hoje em dia, à qual tanto se pede para poupar nos recursos, pensar racionalmente, e agora, mais recentemente, poupar porque estamos em tempo de crise.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que já me desliguei do meu tema inicial, mas está tudo relacionado. A falta de acompanhamento dos pais reflecte-se nos comportamentos errados dos filhos, que vão desde, desinteresse escolar, a comportamentos de risco (consumo de drogas, sexo desprotegido), passando por uma má gestão do seu dinheiro, seja ele ganho ou proveniente de uma semanada/mesada. E, aproveito para citar um excelente ditado popular, “Quem nasce torto, tarde ou nunca se endireita”. Se não são incutidos nos mais novos bons hábitos de poupança e racionalização de recursos, bons hábitos de estudo e horários a cumprir, mais tarde essas pessoas terão uma enorme dificuldade em se adaptarem a horários de trabalho, responsabilidades familiares e outras adversidades da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Isto para dizer que não é preciso andar às reguadas e aos castigos, como no tempo do Salazar, mas também não se pode permitir esta libertinagem toda, como se não houvesse amanhã. E foi com esse pensamento que entrámos em crise, a gastar mais do que o que tínhamos, a pedir créditos para pagar créditos, a ter “mais olhos do que barriga” só porque o vizinho ou o colega tinham isto e aquilo. Mas se calhar o vizinho e o colega podiam pagá-lo e agora não andam encalacrados. Ou se calhar estão ainda piores que nós. Façam a vida que podem ter, e não aquela que gostariam de ter.  Crise? A crise só existe para os que quiseram voar mais do que as suas próprias asas. Triste é que agora pagam todos...&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-803804702423871353?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/803804702423871353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=803804702423871353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/803804702423871353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/803804702423871353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/crise-e-sociedade-de-hoje-em-dia.html' title='A crise e a sociedade de hoje em dia'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5145174196818620640</id><published>2011-11-20T23:02:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:23:57.998Z</updated><title type='text'>La Piel que Habito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKdrghYaSck/TsrYm1fz2WI/AAAAAAAABic/2QiTSIemJP0/s1600/la-piel-que-habito-poster-us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-priority:99;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este filme é, sem dúvida, a obra-prima de Pedro Almodóvar. Posso dizer que conheço a sua filmografia quase por completo, e que não tenho ficado desiludida com a sua evolução como realizador ao longo do tempo. Muito pelo contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Neste filme, embora bastante diferente dos primeiros da sua carreira, Almodóvar não só não abandona os conhecidos e explorados temas da identidade e traição, como ainda lhes junta uma pitada de ficção científica. Só alguém tão talentoso como ele poderia ter misturado tantos ingredientes e obter um cozinhado perfeito.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;Qualquer tentativa de descrição do filme vai ficar sempre aquém, pelo que eu sugiro mesmo que o vão ver. Muito mais maduro que os anteriores, não vai deixar indiferentes nem aqueles que não são fãs.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;Aloha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-5145174196818620640?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5145174196818620640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5145174196818620640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5145174196818620640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5145174196818620640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-piel-que-habito.html' title='La Piel que Habito'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKdrghYaSck/TsrYm1fz2WI/AAAAAAAABic/2QiTSIemJP0/s72-c/la-piel-que-habito-poster-us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6258884721643388292</id><published>2011-11-11T20:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:30:15.577Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de Leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmMWzbMnN8I/Tr1_uSUQDuI/AAAAAAAABiQ/yYfEl6da-9Q/s1600/World-Without-Beesbig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmMWzbMnN8I/Tr1_uSUQDuI/AAAAAAAABiQ/yYfEl6da-9Q/s400/World-Without-Beesbig.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673831538724179682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei este livro na Hungria quando a leitura que levava de Portugal terminou. Os Húngaros são um dos povos que mais lê, em toda a Europa. E isso pode ver-se pela quantidade de livrarias que têm. Na paragem do autocarro, na fila da padaria ou num banco de jardim a meio do dia, é vê-los de livrinho na mão! E para além de uma grande variedade de livros em Húngaro, têm também uma forte selecção de livros em língua estrangeira. Pude, por isso, comprar uns quantos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pocket books&lt;/span&gt;, que tanto gosto e que em Portugal nem sempre aparecem, e quando aparecem, é ao preço do Reino Unido...&lt;br /&gt;Este foi um deles. Interessou-me o tema e apesar de já ter lido alguns artigos sobre a extinção das abelhas na NG, este livro é muito mais completo. Bem, se eu já gostava de abelhas, passei a admirá-las ainda mais!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se virá para Portugal, mas devia ser um livro de leitura obrigatória. Acho que a maior parte das pessoas ainda não tem noção das consequências de uma possível extinção das abelhas... E é muito mais grave do que deixarmos apenas de ter mel ou plantas floridas!&lt;br /&gt;Todos podemos ajudar e não é preciso transformarmo-nos em apicultores: basta termos algumas flores nas nossas varandas e jardins e acolher as nossas amigas. Deixá-las lamber o néctar à vontade (nós também não o queremos, não é?) e colher o pólen nas suas bolsinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6258884721643388292?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6258884721643388292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6258884721643388292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6258884721643388292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6258884721643388292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de Leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmMWzbMnN8I/Tr1_uSUQDuI/AAAAAAAABiQ/yYfEl6da-9Q/s72-c/World-Without-Beesbig.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-379635110092141543</id><published>2011-11-07T22:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:32:56.999Z</updated><title type='text'>Lisbon &amp; Estoril Film Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cNUo9PlcrBo/TrhZYV4g06I/AAAAAAAABiE/MOGVW5l1gVs/s1600/estoril_film_festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cNUo9PlcrBo/TrhZYV4g06I/AAAAAAAABiE/MOGVW5l1gVs/s400/estoril_film_festival.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672382005399049122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para quem anda a leste do que se passa em território nacional, saibam que só perderam ainda 4 dias do &lt;a href="http://www.leffest.com/pt"&gt;Lisbon &amp;amp; Estoril Film Festival&lt;/a&gt;, e que ainda vão a tempo de se redimirem.&lt;br /&gt;Com muita pena minha, estou longe e só pude comparecer no fim de semana, mas do que me foi dado a ver, a organização está de parabéns.&lt;br /&gt;Fui assistir ao novo filme de David Cronenberg - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dangerous Method&lt;/span&gt;, sobre Freud e o nascimento da psicanálise. Depois do filme, o realizador e alguns dos actores compareceram numa espécie de debate aberto ao público. Foi possível colocar questões a cada um deles e interagir com o elenco, e perceber que existe um excelente relacionamento entre todos eles, tanto ao nível profissional como pessoal. Quando as coisas funcionam assim, só se pode esperar algo grandioso!&lt;br /&gt;Consultem o programa ou deixem-se surpreender pelos filmes. Existem grandes nomes em cartaz, mas para além dos filmes, existe toda uma panóplia de conferências, exposições, concertos e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masterclasses &lt;/span&gt;com os realizadores/produtores/actores. Os bilhetes variam entre os 2 e os 5 €, o que é uma pechincha para um festival com esta dimensão. É bom saber que ainda se fazem coisas com categoria em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-379635110092141543?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/379635110092141543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=379635110092141543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/379635110092141543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/379635110092141543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/lisbon-estoril-film-festival.html' title='Lisbon &amp; Estoril Film Festival'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cNUo9PlcrBo/TrhZYV4g06I/AAAAAAAABiE/MOGVW5l1gVs/s72-c/estoril_film_festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3696173739026053030</id><published>2011-10-29T22:36:00.033+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:04:11.838Z</updated><title type='text'>Back from Interrail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLgHsStBY1g/TqyDfmZe62I/AAAAAAAABh4/rgODc_8o9DY/s1600/IMG_4898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Estes foram apenas alguns dos locais por onde passei e estive durante esta magnífica viagem de Interrail. Viajar de comboio tem grandes vantagens (poupança de tempo, conforto, segurança, economia...), embora também não permita ver exactamente tudo o que queremos, como se estivéssemos de carro. No entanto, para fazer um giro pelas capitais é a forma mais acertada de viajar. É necessário é ir com algum tempo, pois apesar de actualmente existirem passes globais de Interrail de 8 dias, convém não esquecer que estando em Portugal se demora cerca de 3 dias (ida e volta) só para chegar ao centro da Europa (França, Alemanha, Suiça...). Cada vez adoro mais viajar de comboio e fiquei, de facto, apaixonada pelos comboios Austríacos (melhores que muitos hotéis!). Apanhei chuva e neve, sempre que atravessava os Alpes (típico!) e muito frio, para o qual eu não ia assim tão bem preparada, pois as previsões meteorológicas com 1 semana de avanço enganaram-me. Embora as coisas variem muito de país para país, as pessoas foram sempre simpáticas (mesmo quando só sabiam Húngaro ou Checo, esforçavam-se por ajudar). Mais uma vez, e especialmente agora com a crise, entristece-me voltar do estrangeiro e constatar que os preços de produtos de supermercado e combustíveis são semelhantes, com a pequena diferença que na Áustria ou Alemanha ganham umas 5 vezes mais. As pessoas são honestas: muita gente deixa a bicicleta sem cadeado e a venda de jornais numa caixa self-service funciona mesmo (as pessoas colocam as moedas e retiram um jornal). Bem-vindos à ovelha negra da Europa, onde os impostos são dos mais altos da UE e os ordenados quase os mais baixos... Não admira que já estejamos atrás da Eslovénia e da República Checa. Agora sim, estamos literalmente na cauda da Europa... Por isso façam como eu: viagem e tirem os olhos de Portugal, nem que seja por uns dias, mas esqueçam-se da corrupção e das trafulhices que grassam por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O saldo da viagem é mais do que positivo e posso dizer que já estou a pensar nas próximas férias!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-3696173739026053030?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3696173739026053030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3696173739026053030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3696173739026053030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3696173739026053030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-from-interrail.html' title='Back from Interrail'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLgHsStBY1g/TqyDfmZe62I/AAAAAAAABh4/rgODc_8o9DY/s72-c/IMG_4898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5812297168550871394</id><published>2011-10-24T18:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T19:06:47.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-CbSVxCdBg/TqWnLc3CpTI/AAAAAAAABe4/jNZ2rvNt1ts/s1600/The-Last-Train-From-Hiroshima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-CbSVxCdBg/TqWnLc3CpTI/AAAAAAAABe4/jNZ2rvNt1ts/s400/The-Last-Train-From-Hiroshima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667119521283089714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levei este livro na minha viagem e li-o em meia dúzia de comboios (ok, eram viagens granditas!). Quando o vi nas prateleiras, li a sinopse e não resisti a comprá-lo. Acontece que ainda gostei mais dele do que pensava, e como tal, sinto-me na obrigação de o recomendar. Para mim, ávida leitora e espectadora de tudo o que está ligado à Segunda Guerra Mundial, transformou-se numa leitura fascinante e deveras interessante. Contado com base em entrevistas e registos dos sobreviventes das duas bombas atómicas, dá-nos a conhecer muito mais do que o que foi dito até hoje sobre este tema. Impressionante a descrição dos acontecimentos relativos às bombas atómicas...&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-5812297168550871394?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5812297168550871394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5812297168550871394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5812297168550871394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5812297168550871394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-CbSVxCdBg/TqWnLc3CpTI/AAAAAAAABe4/jNZ2rvNt1ts/s72-c/The-Last-Train-From-Hiroshima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-1519036099923622140</id><published>2011-09-26T18:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T18:17:47.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrepHqFq-9Y/ToCwXyIAq9I/AAAAAAAABew/dheGUXoQaiA/s1600/5877800622_9b76707505_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrepHqFq-9Y/ToCwXyIAq9I/AAAAAAAABew/dheGUXoQaiA/s400/5877800622_9b76707505_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656715054616194002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on the evening train... Don't know when I'll be back again... Isso gostava eu! Infelizmente, ainda não é desta que consigo fazer um interrail sem data de regresso marcada. Bilhete de 22 dias na mão e Europa lá vou eu. Planeei um percurso na Europa Central que envolve os seguintes países: Áustria, Eslovénia, Croácia (uma parte que ficou por ver nas últimas férias), Hungria, República Checa e Eslováquia. No entanto, se vou visitar todos ou apenas alguns destes, vai depender de muita coisa: condições meteorológicas, ligações de comboios e o próprio desenrolar da viagem. Mas, obviamente, para uma viagem destas, tem de se ir com tudo muito bem planeado. Acreditem: não vão querer ficar numa qualquer estação num local mais recôndito, quando se aperceberem que só terão uma ligação para o destino desejado dentro de 15 horas! Horários de comboios, ligações pretendidas, bem como informações acerca da necessidade ou não de reserva de lugares, devem ser estudadas de antemão, para evitar surpresas desagradéveis, que podem contribuir para uma viagem mal sucedida.&lt;br /&gt;Contagem decrescente para o dia 5 de Outubro!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-1519036099923622140?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1519036099923622140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=1519036099923622140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1519036099923622140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1519036099923622140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/interrail.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrepHqFq-9Y/ToCwXyIAq9I/AAAAAAAABew/dheGUXoQaiA/s72-c/5877800622_9b76707505_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5663827747846200984</id><published>2011-08-30T22:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:22:10.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAl64fus4co/Tl1Rbb7VIGI/AAAAAAAABeo/flERBPjZbDU/s1600/book_title_joya_portuguese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAl64fus4co/Tl1Rbb7VIGI/AAAAAAAABeo/flERBPjZbDU/s400/book_title_joya_portuguese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646759039587393634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recentemente editado em Portugal, este é mais um dos testemunhos que nos chegam dos países Islâmicos. Histórias de violência e tortura contra as mulheres, extremismo religioso, ditadores poderosos no governo e um sem fim de guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Esta história é sobre o Afeganistão - desde que deixou de estar sob o domínio da União Soviética, para passar para as mãos dos talibãs, e mais recentemente, sob a alçada dos EUA. Interesses e razões do porquê desta guerra, e factos contados por quem viveu e vive o drama de perto.&lt;br /&gt;Malalai Joya, tal como muitas outras mulheres e activistas políticas, tem feito o possível e o impossível para levar a história do seu país a todo o mundo, de modo a combater a corrupção, a guerra e a pobreza que por lá grassam. Vive rodeada de guarda-costas e sob constantes ameaças de morte, mas não descansa enquanto não levar a "verdadeira democracia" ao Afeganistão. É de mulheres assim que o mundo precisa!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-5663827747846200984?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5663827747846200984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5663827747846200984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5663827747846200984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5663827747846200984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/sugestao-de-leitura_30.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAl64fus4co/Tl1Rbb7VIGI/AAAAAAAABeo/flERBPjZbDU/s72-c/book_title_joya_portuguese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6727354348917539242</id><published>2011-08-29T22:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:30:08.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible Bosses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBuCYwyRdic/TlwFjnYo0MI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r63nYNcLorU/s1600/horrible-bosses-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBuCYwyRdic/TlwFjnYo0MI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r63nYNcLorU/s320/horrible-bosses-poster-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646394142241640642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sou grande fã de comédias, e muito menos de gastar dinheiro no cinema para as ver. No entanto, existem excepções. Porque também há boas comédias e esta é uma delas. Não é excepcional, mas está bem feita, e os risos que provoca são assustadoramente genuínos.&lt;br /&gt;O filme retrata três empregados fartos dos seus chefes (cada um com as suas razões) e até onde estão dispostos a ir para terem uma vida significativamente melhor. Estou certa de que muita gente irá rever-se (a si e aos seus chefes) no filme e passar uns bons momentos de descontracção.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6727354348917539242?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6727354348917539242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6727354348917539242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6727354348917539242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6727354348917539242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/horrible-bosses.html' title='Horrible Bosses'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBuCYwyRdic/TlwFjnYo0MI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r63nYNcLorU/s72-c/horrible-bosses-poster-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2065295208272631168</id><published>2011-08-21T21:50:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:10:10.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thQvbiftSys/TlFxUjU7zNI/AAAAAAAABeg/Z6OLaBmzJrU/s1600/IMG_3082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thQvbiftSys/TlFxUjU7zNI/AAAAAAAABeg/Z6OLaBmzJrU/s400/IMG_3082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643416405966310610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qMUU7_sEq8I/TlFxJ8DzdSI/AAAAAAAABeY/mQMBC9oi4VI/s1600/IMG_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qMUU7_sEq8I/TlFxJ8DzdSI/AAAAAAAABeY/mQMBC9oi4VI/s400/IMG_2926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643416223626786082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YiK0GpzCzqc/TlFw79J79_I/AAAAAAAABeQ/gt8_U84Vd-Y/s1600/IMG_3079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; 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Quando era pequena vinha muito para cá com os meus pais, mas já lá vão anos! Entretanto, as torres onde cheguei a estar num apartamento foram implodidas e nasceu uma nova Tróia: bonita, ecológica e de fazer inveja a qualquer cidade Europeia.&lt;br /&gt;A Comporta é uma vila simpática onde sabe bem ficar por uns dias e descansar. Situam-se nesta zona as melhores praias do país, ou pelo menos, com melhor qualidade de vida: águas frias e cristalinas, areia clara e escassos vestígios da presença humana. Estar em Agosto numa praia sem mais ninguém parece uma utopia, mas aqui torna-se realidade!&lt;br /&gt;O tempo parecia querer arruinar este fim de semana, mas mesmo com um dia mais cinzento ontem, foi um excelente fim de semana de praia. Acho que passarei a ir mais vezes para esta zona, pois nada me agrada mais do que ouvir apenas as ondas a rebentar na areia, por entre a brisa suave que sopra!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2065295208272631168?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2065295208272631168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2065295208272631168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2065295208272631168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2065295208272631168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/beach-trip_21.html' title='Beach trip'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thQvbiftSys/TlFxUjU7zNI/AAAAAAAABeg/Z6OLaBmzJrU/s72-c/IMG_3082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-9168220633847860132</id><published>2011-08-17T00:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:51:19.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraíso perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qsysJB87d3E/Tkr8tMdKIKI/AAAAAAAABd4/ILrq0exbee0/s1600/IMG_2898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qsysJB87d3E/Tkr8tMdKIKI/AAAAAAAABd4/ILrq0exbee0/s400/IMG_2898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641599336602804386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NutD3OU5HYE/Tkr6oPHGTlI/AAAAAAAABdw/wuJ2tsyG3O8/s1600/IMG_2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NutD3OU5HYE/Tkr6oPHGTlI/AAAAAAAABdw/wuJ2tsyG3O8/s400/IMG_2848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641597052392984146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguém adivinha onde é a praia da segunda foto? Dica: a praia da primeira foto é a Lagoa de Albufeira. Ontem estive nesta praia, cujo acesso é bastante difícil e moroso. Tal não foi problema para mim porque vim de canoa e desembarquei na praia. Água fresquinha (não é fria...) e límpida, muito poucas pessoas na praia e uma paisagem envolvente de cortar a respiração fazem desta uma praia apetecível para passar um dia. Só é pena o lixo deixado aos montes, pois não existe recolha com frequência, e o facto de as pessoas fazerem da praia um parque de campismo gratuito... Fica a promessa de voltar, a pé ou de canoa!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-9168220633847860132?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9168220633847860132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=9168220633847860132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/9168220633847860132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/9168220633847860132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/paraiso-perdido.html' title='Paraíso perdido'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qsysJB87d3E/Tkr8tMdKIKI/AAAAAAAABd4/ILrq0exbee0/s72-c/IMG_2898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4840714470688175591</id><published>2011-08-16T21:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T00:12:14.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMf929ulIxo/TkrPutbJLYI/AAAAAAAABdo/iT-IgVVzoQ8/s1600/500_9789895557288_ate_la_abaixo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMf929ulIxo/TkrPutbJLYI/AAAAAAAABdo/iT-IgVVzoQ8/s400/500_9789895557288_ate_la_abaixo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641549884609342850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completamente devorado em 2 dias, ou não fosse este o tipo de livro que me cativa. Viajante como sou, revi-me nas histórias e peripécias contadas por este grupo de amigos, que decidiu empreender uma viagem a África, desde Marrocos até à África do Sul. Um dos objectivos seria estarem presentes na cerimónia de abertura do Mundial de 2010, e o outro seria a tão desejada liberdade que o continente Africano proporciona como mais nenhum. À medida que a viagem se desenrola, é-nos também apresentada uma pequena história do país em questão (colonização, guerras, dirigentes políticos...), pelo que este livro tem de ser visto como muito mais do que um diário de bordo.&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho vivamente esta leitura!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4840714470688175591?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4840714470688175591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4840714470688175591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4840714470688175591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4840714470688175591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/sugestao-de-leitura_16.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMf929ulIxo/TkrPutbJLYI/AAAAAAAABdo/iT-IgVVzoQ8/s72-c/500_9789895557288_ate_la_abaixo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4911381844361861222</id><published>2011-08-07T23:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:20:59.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQU7Lc91uBc/Tj8NBKzsAfI/AAAAAAAABdg/X9xV0_UF8QI/s1600/IMG_2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQU7Lc91uBc/Tj8NBKzsAfI/AAAAAAAABdg/X9xV0_UF8QI/s400/IMG_2745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638239572223328754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvDUPFIoDM4/Tj8MLw7d23I/AAAAAAAABdY/wWm9YRnpQZE/s1600/IMG_2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvDUPFIoDM4/Tj8MLw7d23I/AAAAAAAABdY/wWm9YRnpQZE/s400/IMG_2647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638238654743567218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CEgR1NSrxY/Tj8Ls5dSU-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/RpbMhIqIdkI/s1600/IMG_2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CEgR1NSrxY/Tj8Ls5dSU-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/RpbMhIqIdkI/s400/IMG_2625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638238124456956898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dias; 3 praias. De Norte para Sul (embora as fotos apareçam por ordem contrária): Zambujeira do Mar, Arrifana e Martinhal. 3 das melhores praias para mim: água fria, ondas e poucas pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;O tempo estava óptimo e mesmo em Sagres, o vento não se fazia sentir. A temperatura estava no ponto e as praias ainda não estavam cheias. Depois, foi regressar a Almodôvar pela estrada da serra do Mú, que é lindíssima, e que poucas pessoas se apercebem de que existe, pelo facto de utilizarem cada vez mais as auto-estradas, em detrimento das estradas nacionais.&lt;br /&gt;Mal posso esperar pela próxima escapadinha de fim de semana ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4911381844361861222?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4911381844361861222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4911381844361861222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4911381844361861222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4911381844361861222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/beach-trip.html' title='Beach trip'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQU7Lc91uBc/Tj8NBKzsAfI/AAAAAAAABdg/X9xV0_UF8QI/s72-c/IMG_2745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2215336226322754847</id><published>2011-08-02T22:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:00:01.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jS0WGjegqQs/Tjhubiv0x5I/AAAAAAAABdI/1Oj3oHLpaq4/s1600/260415_209610752408864_142180299151910_516561_21627_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jS0WGjegqQs/Tjhubiv0x5I/AAAAAAAABdI/1Oj3oHLpaq4/s400/260415_209610752408864_142180299151910_516561_21627_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636376353117095826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de já ter lido os outros dois livros de Aravind Adiga, este foi aquele de que mais gostei.&lt;br /&gt;A história gira à volta de um conjunto de moradores de um prédio proposto para demolição, à medida que nos vai apresentando cada uma das personagens e detalhes da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;A partir de certo ponto, o desfecho torna-se, em parte, previsível, embora se desconheçam os meios para atingir o fim.&lt;br /&gt;À medida que vamos conhecendo as personagens, vamos criando empatia com as mesmas, o que nos dá a sensação de sermos também um dos moradores do prédio em questão.&lt;br /&gt;Bombaim, a cidade onde se desenrola a acção, é assim retratada com base na diversidade cultural e social destas personagens.&lt;br /&gt;Uma boa leitura de Verão ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2215336226322754847?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2215336226322754847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2215336226322754847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2215336226322754847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2215336226322754847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jS0WGjegqQs/Tjhubiv0x5I/AAAAAAAABdI/1Oj3oHLpaq4/s72-c/260415_209610752408864_142180299151910_516561_21627_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4824329568928699134</id><published>2011-07-03T00:10:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T00:21:33.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guincho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtA0W3VQOjQ/Tg-mhES3TcI/AAAAAAAABdA/BtCDLEomSLw/s1600/IMG_2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtA0W3VQOjQ/Tg-mhES3TcI/AAAAAAAABdA/BtCDLEomSLw/s400/IMG_2535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624897546627796418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi83NBZ48Mo/Tg-mRCqjUuI/AAAAAAAABc4/YoB14uCjS_Q/s1600/IMG_2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi83NBZ48Mo/Tg-mRCqjUuI/AAAAAAAABc4/YoB14uCjS_Q/s400/IMG_2538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624897271312372450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgmf8WWBI-k/Tg-mBSxNLcI/AAAAAAAABcw/RgX6PhLjt-0/s1600/IMG_2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgmf8WWBI-k/Tg-mBSxNLcI/AAAAAAAABcw/RgX6PhLjt-0/s400/IMG_2512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624897000757341634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lczo0JvQMg/Tg-lwmyC0PI/AAAAAAAABco/AnDZy9RiZeM/s1600/IMG_2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lczo0JvQMg/Tg-lwmyC0PI/AAAAAAAABco/AnDZy9RiZeM/s400/IMG_2521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624896714071789810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCm-jXohKv0/Tg-lkymvlpI/AAAAAAAABcg/WqYWKJyh4qU/s1600/IMG_2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCm-jXohKv0/Tg-lkymvlpI/AAAAAAAABcg/WqYWKJyh4qU/s400/IMG_2526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624896511087187602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem não perceber o porquê da minha adoração pelo Guincho, aqui tem mais uns exemplos. É uma praia extraordinária. Pela paisagem. Pela água. Pelo mar. Pela areia. Pela posição do Sol face à praia. Sim, tem algum vento. Mas nada é perfeito. Será sempre a minha praia; por muitas outras a que eu vá, esta é única.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4824329568928699134?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4824329568928699134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4824329568928699134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4824329568928699134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4824329568928699134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/guincho.html' title='Guincho'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtA0W3VQOjQ/Tg-mhES3TcI/AAAAAAAABdA/BtCDLEomSLw/s72-c/IMG_2535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4764113642159602105</id><published>2011-07-02T23:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T00:01:06.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Girassóis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ-WfkMYtEs/Tg-h2jSzatI/AAAAAAAABcY/aBfnaI51yuc/s1600/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ-WfkMYtEs/Tg-h2jSzatI/AAAAAAAABcY/aBfnaI51yuc/s400/IMG_2603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624892418168154834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XMeLN3z7dE/Tg-hlmnNQYI/AAAAAAAABcQ/RyKrO7VvJPw/s1600/IMG_2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XMeLN3z7dE/Tg-hlmnNQYI/AAAAAAAABcQ/RyKrO7VvJPw/s400/IMG_2617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624892127001264514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKSk3VPUXoQ/Tg-hWQR3_MI/AAAAAAAABcI/8KqNr_3o1uo/s1600/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKSk3VPUXoQ/Tg-hWQR3_MI/AAAAAAAABcI/8KqNr_3o1uo/s400/IMG_2622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624891863308172482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Existe lá flor mais bonita do que esta! Levanta-se com o Sol, deita-se com ele, e todo o dia o olha de frente! Tal e qual como eu :)&lt;br /&gt;Andava a namorar este campo de girassóis há umas 2 semanas e hoje ganhei coragem e invadi propriedade alheia por essa nobre causa que é fotografar! Digam lá que não valeu a pena? Fiquei uma data de tempo no meio destes meninos lindos! E por incrível que pareça, nem havia abelhas!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4764113642159602105?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4764113642159602105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4764113642159602105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4764113642159602105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4764113642159602105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/girassois.html' title='Girassóis'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ-WfkMYtEs/Tg-h2jSzatI/AAAAAAAABcY/aBfnaI51yuc/s72-c/IMG_2603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-1293854683011579639</id><published>2011-06-19T23:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:55:23.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIbVGvdN5gA/Tf51P0u6hJI/AAAAAAAABcA/sk8otuuKVjQ/s1600/500_9789722043830_o_ultimo_bailarino_de_mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIbVGvdN5gA/Tf51P0u6hJI/AAAAAAAABcA/sk8otuuKVjQ/s400/500_9789722043830_o_ultimo_bailarino_de_mao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620058299718861970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este livro devia ser uma obrigação e não uma sugestão. 536 páginas devoradas numa semana. Quando o comprei, gostei da sinopse, bem como das críticas, mas achei que ia demorar algumas semanas a lê-lo, pois é enorme.&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a história de um rapaz muito pobre originário da China rural, nos anos 60 (durante o regime do presidente Mao). Esta autobiografia conta-nos todo o percurso desde a sua infância até ao estrelato a nível mundial, após a consagração como um bailarino fora de série.&lt;br /&gt;O livro está tão bem escrito e é tão vivo, que o leitor sente que está a viver a própria história de Li Cunxin, experimentando as sensações do mesmo. No final, ficamos extasiados com esta história tão grandiosa (com os seus momentos tristes e difíceis) e ganhamos uma grande empatia com o bailarino. Há muito que uma leitura não me deixava assim. Para quem gosta de história, o livro tem ainda essa vertente, retratando detalhadamente o regime de Mao-Tsé Tung.&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente, a história de Li Cunxin saiu também em filme - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mao's Last Dancer&lt;/span&gt; - o qual ainda estou mais curiosa para ver agora.&lt;br /&gt;Uma leitura apaixonante!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-1293854683011579639?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1293854683011579639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=1293854683011579639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1293854683011579639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1293854683011579639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIbVGvdN5gA/Tf51P0u6hJI/AAAAAAAABcA/sk8otuuKVjQ/s72-c/500_9789722043830_o_ultimo_bailarino_de_mao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5858762232551398980</id><published>2011-06-11T21:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:16:16.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Above All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_09J0wCFdA/TfPKIBeCtbI/AAAAAAAABb4/bGAWST_2Nok/s1600/Life-Plakat_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_09J0wCFdA/TfPKIBeCtbI/AAAAAAAABb4/bGAWST_2Nok/s400/Life-Plakat_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617055399443346866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora aqui está o exemplo de um filme que me surpreendeu bastante pela positiva. Um exemplo de que o trailer podia ter sido mais bem escolhido. Um drama, passado na África do Sul, sobre o que é viver com SIDA, em comunidades onde este é um assunto tabu.&lt;br /&gt;Um filme a não perder ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-5858762232551398980?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5858762232551398980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5858762232551398980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5858762232551398980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5858762232551398980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-above-all.html' title='Life, Above All'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_09J0wCFdA/TfPKIBeCtbI/AAAAAAAABb4/bGAWST_2Nok/s72-c/Life-Plakat_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3679233458952766854</id><published>2011-06-06T19:13:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:11:26.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kj0fQ2HEZSs/Te0Y5JOk5hI/AAAAAAAABbw/WzojsDY5njA/s1600/app_full_proxy.php.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kj0fQ2HEZSs/Te0Y5JOk5hI/AAAAAAAABbw/WzojsDY5njA/s400/app_full_proxy.php.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615171680409544210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Figura chave do terrorismo internacional dos anos 70 e 80, Carlos,  "o Chacal", foi simultaneamente associado à extrema-esquerda e  considerado um mercenário oportunista ao serviço dos serviços secretos  de governos asiáticos. Aliando-se ao activismo pró-palestiano,  constituiu a sua própria organização, instalando-se do outro lado da  cortina de ferro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manipulador e manipulado, foi um personagem contraditório, que se  deixou levar pelo fluxo da história e pelos seus desvios, encarnando,  ao mesmo tempo, a violência de sua época.                                                                                                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este filme, repleto de cenas de acção, algumas das quais muito violentas, tem um bom argumento, e está muito completo. São cerca de 170 minutos dedicados a esta personagem, que marcou de forma tão singular o século XX. Sai-se do filme com vontade de pesquisar mais sobre o tema. Embora seja um pouco pesado, o filme é interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aloha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-3679233458952766854?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3679233458952766854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3679233458952766854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3679233458952766854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3679233458952766854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/carlos.html' title='Carlos'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kj0fQ2HEZSs/Te0Y5JOk5hI/AAAAAAAABbw/WzojsDY5njA/s72-c/app_full_proxy.php.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2000309665745245262</id><published>2011-05-28T17:20:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:20:48.218+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Yugoslavia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OE2RmjwzrMI/TeElfmQvV0I/AAAAAAAABbk/3ScsIUj1lgE/s1600/IMG_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OE2RmjwzrMI/TeElfmQvV0I/AAAAAAAABbk/3ScsIUj1lgE/s400/IMG_2238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611807835457279810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X3qR7kcFyc/TeElS4Y8YuI/AAAAAAAABbc/DvrKN9OCzTQ/s1600/IMG_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X3qR7kcFyc/TeElS4Y8YuI/AAAAAAAABbc/DvrKN9OCzTQ/s400/IMG_2155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611807616985228002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UbudDyIChgQ/TeEk_mJKbMI/AAAAAAAABbU/eYJ9mk9YoyQ/s1600/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UbudDyIChgQ/TeEk_mJKbMI/AAAAAAAABbU/eYJ9mk9YoyQ/s400/IMG_2167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611807285669686466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dM61qx_txY/TeEkf1lDk8I/AAAAAAAABbM/DYkerWbdNaE/s1600/IMG_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Fala-se de tanta coisa, mas nunca tinha ouvido falar que as maiores cascatas da Europa se situavam no coração da Bósnia, nem tão pouco que o segundo maior &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;canyon&lt;/span&gt; do mundo ficava no Montenegro. É bom saber que estes recantos permanecem longe das massas de turismo, mas é uma pena que se fale tão pouco destes países.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz um road trip de cerca de 3500 km pela Croácia, Bósnia, Montenegro e Sérvia, e pude visitar locais fascinantes. Tive de tudo: montanha, mar e cidade.&lt;br /&gt;O nível de vida nestes países permite fazer umas boas férias a um preço mais do que acessível, as pessoas são super simpáticas, ainda que, com excepção da Croácia (e apenas nas zonas mais turísticas) poucas saibam Inglês, mas acreditem, aos poucos, vocês vão-se entendendo com eles e com o fantástico alfabeto cirílico. Ao contrário do que muita gente pensa, são países muito seguros para se andar, apesar da miscelânea de etnias e religiões que ali se cruzam. Algum cuidado a ter nas zonas fronteiriças com a Albânia e o Kosovo, mas na generalidade, senti-me mais segura do que noutras cidades Europeias (incluindo Lisboa).&lt;br /&gt;Os sinais de guerra são ainda visíveis em muitas zonas, especialmente na Bósnia e na Croácia. Apesar de a guerra ter terminado há 15 anos, muitas casas estão ainda em construção. Outras tantas vão mesmo permanecer destruídas, tanto para não esquecerem a guerra sangrenta que ali se travou (e evitar que ocorra novamente), como por questões práticas. É difícil imaginar, para quem não passou por uma guerra, e ainda mais em países ocidentalizados, nos custos de demolição associados a milhares de casas e edifícios... Assim, a solução adoptada foi a de construir ao lado ou à frente do que havia sido destruído. A maior parte das casas que sofreram "apenas" ataques de tiros continuam habitadas.&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi algumas fotos da viagem que fiz e que não conseguem fazer, na maior parte dos casos, jus à beleza das paisagens observadas.&lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem a não perder, para quem, como eu, gosta de explorar um pouco mais da Europa.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2000309665745245262?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2000309665745245262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2000309665745245262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2000309665745245262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2000309665745245262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-from-yugoslavia.html' title='Back from Yugoslavia'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OE2RmjwzrMI/TeElfmQvV0I/AAAAAAAABbk/3ScsIUj1lgE/s72-c/IMG_2238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6362464326105683930</id><published>2011-05-07T20:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:35:10.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c10S9Cg8b5w/TcWd4UJu90I/AAAAAAAABaE/phkbJG1RdQ4/s1600/dubrovnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c10S9Cg8b5w/TcWd4UJu90I/AAAAAAAABaE/phkbJG1RdQ4/s400/dubrovnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604058902140221250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um prémio para quem adivinhar o local da foto. Pois é, será um dos meus destinos agora em Maio, durante as primeiras férias do ano! Andarei a passear por lá e pelas redondezas, que é como quem diz, pelas fronteiras mais próximas ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6362464326105683930?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6362464326105683930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6362464326105683930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6362464326105683930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6362464326105683930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/ferias.html' title='Férias!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c10S9Cg8b5w/TcWd4UJu90I/AAAAAAAABaE/phkbJG1RdQ4/s72-c/dubrovnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8802926417484221192</id><published>2011-04-29T22:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:21:45.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJ38VYAxgPA/TbstvsaZRuI/AAAAAAAABZ8/v3FxHmvACEA/s1600/500_9789724620091_Casper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJ38VYAxgPA/TbstvsaZRuI/AAAAAAAABZ8/v3FxHmvACEA/s400/500_9789724620091_Casper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601120858964313826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E de choro! Sim, porque nunca me lembro de um livro me ter deixado assim... Tão triste, tão perturbada, mas ao mesmo tempo tão feliz, e com vontade de valorizar ainda mais cada minuto que passo com os meus meninos (vulgo gatos).&lt;br /&gt;Chorei copiosamente nos últimos 2 ou 3 capítulos, não aquando da morte do Casper, mas sobre a descrição fictícia de como é o céu dos gatos, e o que acontece quando morrem. E sim, sou do mais céptica que há quanto a estas coisas, mas fiquei a imaginar se por acaso fosse como estava descrito no livro, e custou-me muito imaginar que um dia também vou perder os meus... Sempre tive isso presente, e agora que atingiram os 10 anos de idade (todos de boa saúde, felizmente) fico cada vez mais apreensiva quanto ao futuro...&lt;br /&gt;Quando o meu outro gato morreu, estava comigo há 8 anos (desde os meus 8) e custou-me muito, mas com estes ainda seria mais difícil, pois a ligação que tenho com eles é qualquer coisa de extraordinário. Quando ele morreu, debati-me durante algum tempo com o seguinte dilema: arranjar outro gatinho (não para o esquecer, mas para ajudar naquele período de tempo mais difícil) ou esperar bastante tempo até que a dor passasse? Optei pela primeira via e acho que fiz bem. É claro que depois de perdermos um animal de estimação, custa muito arranjar outro, pois sabemos que, dependendo do animal, ele terá um tempo de vida muito limitado, relativamente ao nosso, mas eu achei que seria mais fácil lidar com a dor, dando amor e carinho a outro animal (e foram logo 3!).&lt;br /&gt;Tal como a autora do livro diz e muito bem, temos de pensar nas coisas boas que ficam das relações entre humanos e animais. E isso, por si só, já vale este mundo e o outro!&lt;br /&gt;Leiam o livro - é, de facto, uma leitura apaixonante, para quem ama os animais! Uma boa sugestão para o Dia da Mãe ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-8802926417484221192?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8802926417484221192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8802926417484221192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8802926417484221192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8802926417484221192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/sugestao-de-leitura_29.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJ38VYAxgPA/TbstvsaZRuI/AAAAAAAABZ8/v3FxHmvACEA/s72-c/500_9789724620091_Casper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4290855332812613236</id><published>2011-04-26T19:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:00:39.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1uH4dGAJL4/TbcS3IPV26I/AAAAAAAABZ0/PvattEpQk3A/s1600/AS%2BMULHERES%2BDOS%2BNAZIS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1uH4dGAJL4/TbcS3IPV26I/AAAAAAAABZ0/PvattEpQk3A/s400/AS%2BMULHERES%2BDOS%2BNAZIS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599965399972436898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vinha de saída da FNAC quando me deparei com este título. Fanática como sou pelo tema da 2ª Guerra Mundial, não resisti e agarrei-o. Li-o em 2 ou 3 dias, fascinada pelas histórias destas mulheres. Dividido em capítulos, por ordem cronológica, um por cada mulher, permite-nos ficar a saber do lado feminino do Terceiro Reich, desde os seus primórdios até ao culminar da derrota Alemã. São também revelados muitos factos acerca de Hitler e dos seus homens, e do rumo que muitos acontecimentos tomaram. Ao lermos a história, "conseguimos" perceber o fascínio que Hitler teve sobre estas e outras mulheres, que não era diferente da pressão que exercia nos homens, e o porquê de muitas das suas atitudes. É fácil falar e dizer que teríamos feito de forma diferente, que eram pessoas sem escrúpulos, etc., mas a verdade é que a visão e o discernimento se tornam difusos quando alguém tem capacidade para exercer a influência que Hitler tinha. Fosse de que modo fosse. E o senhor Hitler era mau, óbvio que era, mas o modo como ele conseguia captar audiências de milhares de pessoas em comícios políticos - isso ninguém pode negar! Era bom orador, sem dúvida; pena que fosse para levar os seus seguidores por maus caminhos. Mas estejam certos que, tanto ele, como todos os outros que tiveram envolvidos no Holocausto, perderam o controlo do barco. É-nos dado a saber, neste e noutros livros, que as coisas não deveriam ter tomado rumos tão drásticos. No entanto, nestes casos, basta algo sair fora do controlo para não mais se apanhar o comboio que já vai a descarrilar...&lt;br /&gt;Leitura interessante, sem dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4290855332812613236?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4290855332812613236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4290855332812613236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4290855332812613236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4290855332812613236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/sugestao-de-leitura_26.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1uH4dGAJL4/TbcS3IPV26I/AAAAAAAABZ0/PvattEpQk3A/s72-c/AS%2BMULHERES%2BDOS%2BNAZIS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4001463828719785958</id><published>2011-04-23T17:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:13:42.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cidade Dos Mortos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8eAU0Xovyc/TbL5bLgNsHI/AAAAAAAABZs/vba-Kc-3Lk0/s1600/a-cidade-dos-mortos-waiting-for-paradise.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8eAU0Xovyc/TbL5bLgNsHI/AAAAAAAABZs/vba-Kc-3Lk0/s400/a-cidade-dos-mortos-waiting-for-paradise.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598811532114636914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Cidade dos Mortos, no Cairo, é a maior necrópole do mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               Um milhão de pessoas vivem dentro do cemitério – em casas  tumulares ou nos edifícios que cresceram em redor. Dentro do cemitério  há de tudo: padarias, cafés, escolas para as crianças, teatros de  fantoches... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               A Cidade dos Mortos estende-se por mais de dez quilómetros  ao longo de uma auto-estrada, mas não deixa de ser uma aldeia, com mães  à caça de um bom partido para as filhas, rapazes a correr atrás das  raparigas, disputas entre vizinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               Preparado e rodado ao longo de cinco anos (2004-2009),  este filme procura dar a ver a alma invisível do cemitério. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4001463828719785958?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4001463828719785958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4001463828719785958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4001463828719785958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4001463828719785958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/cidade-dos-mortos.html' title='A Cidade Dos Mortos'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8eAU0Xovyc/TbL5bLgNsHI/AAAAAAAABZs/vba-Kc-3Lk0/s72-c/a-cidade-dos-mortos-waiting-for-paradise.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8091546787094814347</id><published>2011-04-10T12:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:34:34.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFVqa5yR3LI/TaGTKrlbgWI/AAAAAAAABZk/D1ITj9SAQR4/s1600/os%2B33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFVqa5yR3LI/TaGTKrlbgWI/AAAAAAAABZk/D1ITj9SAQR4/s400/os%2B33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593914023878558050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi a minha mais recente leitura. Lido com satisfação e num ápice, pois sendo um tema mais que familiar para mim, embrenhei-me de tal forma na história que me era difícil parar.&lt;br /&gt;Escrito por um dos poucos jornalistas com acesso exclusivo à zona de resgate dos mineiros, este livro tem a credibilidade que muitos outros não terão.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem tiver interesse em conhecer os detalhes desta história com final feliz, aconselho vivamente este livro. É de leitura fácil, mesmo para quem não está dentro do tema, e penso que explica de forma clara o modo como foi feito o salvamento dos 33 mineiros.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-8091546787094814347?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8091546787094814347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8091546787094814347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8091546787094814347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8091546787094814347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFVqa5yR3LI/TaGTKrlbgWI/AAAAAAAABZk/D1ITj9SAQR4/s72-c/os%2B33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6266438091164984530</id><published>2011-04-04T22:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:30:04.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatspin - Um apartamento em apuros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0_TgBMH29E/TZo1uva4kWI/AAAAAAAABZc/d4HoksqfgP4/s1600/6558422_P0ivg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0_TgBMH29E/TZo1uva4kWI/AAAAAAAABZc/d4HoksqfgP4/s400/6558422_P0ivg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591840964453372258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="intro"&gt;Nem sempre o que parece é ou ninguém é bem quem  aparenta ser - são expressões populares sinónimas sobre a aparência que  traduzem o enredo criado à volta desta comédia policial hilariante, de  Alan Ayckbourn, Flatspin - Um Apartamento em Apuros.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas interpretações e divertimento à mistura fazem desta peça uma excelente forma de preencher o final da noite. De momento, em cena no Casino do Estoril.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6266438091164984530?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6266438091164984530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6266438091164984530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6266438091164984530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6266438091164984530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/flatspin-um-apartamento-em-apuros.html' title='Flatspin - Um apartamento em apuros'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0_TgBMH29E/TZo1uva4kWI/AAAAAAAABZc/d4HoksqfgP4/s72-c/6558422_P0ivg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-9005630416075322716</id><published>2011-04-02T19:23:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:31:01.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Camino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAM5_3bCyr0/TZdqrKe-4lI/AAAAAAAABZU/7hfJ2s34-64/s1600/camino-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAM5_3bCyr0/TZdqrKe-4lI/AAAAAAAABZU/7hfJ2s34-64/s400/camino-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591054752184984146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar de já ter estreado há algumas semanas, só ontem tive oportunidade de o ver. E apenas está no Monumental, em Lisboa, pelo que se tiverem interesse, vão vê-lo rapidamente. 10 estrelas, fenomenal, arrebatador! Fiquei sem palavras!&lt;br /&gt;Um drama autêntico, no verdadeiro sentido da palavra - este filme mais parece uma tragédia.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; de Javier Fesser assume aqui uma crítica à Opus Dei, uma  instituição da Igreja Católica que pretende divulgar a mensagem de que  podemos encontrar Deus no trabalho e na vida quotidiana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As interpretações são muito boas mas é a de Nerea  Camacho (Camino) que se destaca, estando completamente brilhante,  fabulosa e angelical. A realização também é muito boa com Fesser a criar  uma obra alegórica, chocante, cruel, onírica e contra a Igreja  Católica, a Opus Dei e o fundamentalismo religioso em que a Espanha está  mergulhada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; é polémico e inesquecível, é uma crítica ao  fanatismo e obscurantismo religioso mas é também uma reflexão ao amor e à  redenção humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem, como eu, é contra a religião, essa posição reforça-se ainda mais com este filme.&lt;br /&gt;Uma obra imperdível, na minha opinião!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-9005630416075322716?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9005630416075322716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=9005630416075322716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/9005630416075322716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/9005630416075322716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/camino.html' title='Camino'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAM5_3bCyr0/TZdqrKe-4lI/AAAAAAAABZU/7hfJ2s34-64/s72-c/camino-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-358615075568174268</id><published>2011-03-20T22:42:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:17:27.455Z</updated><title type='text'>Casino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96AKh43SNlI/TYaF8lKJl9I/AAAAAAAABZM/8erz7zH1vo4/s1600/ca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96AKh43SNlI/TYaF8lKJl9I/AAAAAAAABZM/8erz7zH1vo4/s400/ca1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586299663613007826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seja porque a crise tomou contornos mais nítidos ou porque o desespero é tal, o certo é que os casinos estão hoje mais cheios do que nunca... Gente nova, de mais idade, ricos que querem ficar mais ricos ou pobres que esperam não ficar mais pobres - todos eles são atraídos para o jogo.&lt;br /&gt;Vocês que lêem isto estão a pensar o seguinte: se eu estou tão a par disto é porque frequento casinos, certo? Não vou mentir... O jogo no casino sempre "agitou aquele bichinho" dentro de mim, ou não tivesse sido a palavra "dinheiro" uma das primeiras pronunciadas por mim, segundo a minha mãe. Óbvio que me atrai o facto de poder ganhar uma grande quantia (o mesmo já não digo do Euromilhões, onde nunca jogo), mas o que mais me atrai ainda, é aquela magia própria do local: as cores, o ambiente, os sons das &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slot machines&lt;/span&gt; (pena que agora já não são com moedas, mas com tickets...) Se alguém souber de casinos onde ainda seja com moedas, é favor dizer!&lt;br /&gt;O jogo bancado também tem o seu fascínio, bem como a arte de o saber jogar (ainda estou a iniciar-me). Mas nada como as máquinas, e sorte ou não, saio de lá sempre a ganhar, ainda que não com quantias avultadas... Para isso teria de investir mais, e não estou disposta a isso. Gosto de lá ir para passar um bom bocado, divertir-me e meter umas notas enquanto tiro outras. Sei bem os meus limites, de modo a nunca sair de lá a perder. O mal é aquelas pessoas que começam com grandes paradas e depois vão perdendo, perdendo, e na ânsia de recuperar o dinheiro perdido, jogam ainda mais... A partir daí, é uma espiral descendente até ficar sem nada.&lt;br /&gt;Se no jogo bancado a sorte tem um grande papel, já nas máquinas, é mais uma questão de probabilidades, embora claro, a sorte também favoreça uns em relação aos outros. Mas andar a escolher máquinas e a controlar o jogo dos outros - é aí que começa a doença! O jogo deixa de ser saudável quando se torna uma obsessão, para a qual se vive unicamente. Pena que os casinos estejam sempre conotados pela negativa, pois para quem sabe os seus limites, podem constituir um passatempo como outro qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-358615075568174268?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/358615075568174268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=358615075568174268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/358615075568174268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/358615075568174268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/casino.html' title='Casino'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96AKh43SNlI/TYaF8lKJl9I/AAAAAAAABZM/8erz7zH1vo4/s72-c/ca1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8915635451480379285</id><published>2011-03-12T19:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:04:37.559Z</updated><title type='text'>Como o tempo passa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha vida mudou radicalmente no curto espaço de 1/2 anos. Não vou dizer que para melhor nem para pior, mas para algo diferente. Quem diria, há 2 anos atrás, que eu iria estar a viver no Alentejo? E melhor que tudo, a adorar? Como as coisas mudam, como o tempo passa...&lt;br /&gt;Há pouco mais de ano e meio a minha vida era pacatamente passada entre Cascais e Lisboa (só quando tinha MESMO de ir à faculdade) e as minhas tarefas consistiam, para além de estudar, em ir ao ginásio, passear pela praia (quase todos os dias), ir ao cinema... Enfim, aproveitar o melhor do que a vida tinha. Claro está que, como nunca trabalhei (aquele trabalho de Verão que tive uma vez não conta), a disponibilidade financeira era limitada, mas ainda assim, com o dinheiro que recebia e aplicava, bem gerido, ainda dava para muita coisa. As responsabilidades a meu cargo eram tratar dos gatos e da casa (sempre ajudei a minha mãe em tudo, desde aspirar, tratar do jardim, lavar a loiça...) - bastantes, se comparadas com as de muitas amigas, uma vez que grande parte do tempo estava sozinha em casa.&lt;br /&gt;O convite recebido para ir para o Alentejo (primeiro como estagiária e depois como contratada) foi recebido com alguma cepticidade e inflexibilidade da minha parte. Deixar de ir ao ginásio? Não poder ir ao cinema sempre que me apetecer? Ter de fazer as compras todas até às 20h? E fazer isto tudo sozinha? Quer dizer, eu fazia quase tudo sozinha, mas não tinha a meu cargo a responsabilidade de pagar as contas e gerir TOTALMENTE a casa. Foi uma aventura, que correu bem desde o início, pois não só já estava preparada desde há muito, como também pude contar com a ajuda total da minha mãe (para os primeiros tempos mais difíceis, para as mudanças...).&lt;br /&gt;Agora, passado este ano e meio, olho para trás e sinto saudades da minha "antiga" vida, passada em Cascais, com os amigos de sempre, nos sítios de sempre. Vou lá sempre que posso e sempre que me apetece, porque também adoro o local onde vivo e tudo o que me pode proporcionar, em especial a mim, grande amante da Natureza - caminhadas com amigos, passeios fotográficos, BTT pelo mato... Estou a fazer o trabalho que gosto, tudo tem corrido sobre rodas, fiz novos e bons amigos (sem esquecer os de sempre, obviamente) e habituei-me a algo tão diferente daquilo a que estava habituada. Tenho vários projectos pessoais em mão, e estou feliz da vida. Não podia pedir muito mais!&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a dizer: há que saber aproveitar tudo o que temos no local em que estamos. Porque hoje estou aqui, e amanhã quem sabe... O que interessa é o presente e o nosso estado de espírito ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-8915635451480379285?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8915635451480379285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8915635451480379285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8915635451480379285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8915635451480379285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-o-tempo-passa.html' title='Como o tempo passa...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6826606699940909509</id><published>2011-02-27T15:52:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T16:14:39.044Z</updated><title type='text'>127 Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG5Ly-t8J5c/TWpzPEY89sI/AAAAAAAABZE/0byOeH-Z2KM/s1600/poster-127-hours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG5Ly-t8J5c/TWpzPEY89sI/AAAAAAAABZE/0byOeH-Z2KM/s400/poster-127-hours.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578397791165413058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A história verídica da impressionante aventura do montanhista Aron  Ralston, na sua luta ao ficar preso após uma queda num desfiladeiro  isolado no Utah (EUA). Durante os cinco dias seguintes Ralston examina a  sua vida e sobrevive aos elementos para finalmente descobrir que tem a  coragem e os recursos para se libertar por qualquer meio necessário,  escalar uma parede com 200 metros e caminhar mais de 12 km antes de ser  finalmente salvo. Ao longo da sua viagem, Ralston recorda amigos,  amantes, família e as duas caminhantes que conheceu antes do acidente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei muito pelo tipo de filme que é, e porque é baseado numa história real. Um drama a sério, e muito cativante. Impressionante a parte em que ele corta o braço, e sim, não é filme para qualquer pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-6826606699940909509?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6826606699940909509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6826606699940909509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6826606699940909509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6826606699940909509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/127-hours.html' title='127 Hours'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG5Ly-t8J5c/TWpzPEY89sI/AAAAAAAABZE/0byOeH-Z2KM/s72-c/poster-127-hours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-1250402759587969694</id><published>2011-02-12T21:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:36:15.108Z</updated><title type='text'>The King's Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpxSLE0R9iI/TVb7OzP9pEI/AAAAAAAABY8/Y5U_VIzFEuY/s1600/the-kings-speech-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpxSLE0R9iI/TVb7OzP9pEI/AAAAAAAABY8/Y5U_VIzFEuY/s400/the-kings-speech-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572917820611470402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí vem mais um óptimo candidato aos Óscares. Excelentes interpretações de todos os actores, e magnífica a história.&lt;br /&gt;Depois do filme da semana passada (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Swan&lt;/span&gt;), vai demorar algum tempo até eu me sentir completamente arrebatada por um filme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aloha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-1250402759587969694?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1250402759587969694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=1250402759587969694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1250402759587969694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1250402759587969694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/kings-speech.html' title='The King&apos;s Speech'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpxSLE0R9iI/TVb7OzP9pEI/AAAAAAAABY8/Y5U_VIzFEuY/s72-c/the-kings-speech-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8658473401414498854</id><published>2011-02-05T21:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:58:55.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Black Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TU3FaudtzqI/AAAAAAAABY0/eePP2dhXfN0/s1600/black-swan-2010-international-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TU3FaudtzqI/AAAAAAAABY0/eePP2dhXfN0/s400/black-swan-2010-international-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570325377067110050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majestoso. Imponente. Assombroso. Avassalador. Espantoso. Qualquer um destes adjectivos serviria para descrever este filme. E muitos mais haverão.&lt;br /&gt;Este é um dos raros casos em que o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; está bastante bom, mas o filme supera todas as expectativas. Uma verdadeira obra-prima candidata aos Óscares. Excelente argumento, excelente interpretação de Mila Kunis e Natalie Portman, bem como de Vincent Cassel. Mas uma das coisas de que mais gostei foi da banda sonora, que tem a capacidade de envolver totalmente o espectador na história. 10 estrelas, sem dúvida!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-8658473401414498854?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8658473401414498854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8658473401414498854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8658473401414498854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8658473401414498854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-swan.html' title='Black Swan'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TU3FaudtzqI/AAAAAAAABY0/eePP2dhXfN0/s72-c/black-swan-2010-international-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2123513300809650997</id><published>2011-01-31T22:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:24:19.645Z</updated><title type='text'>Biutiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TUcxAIWSaEI/AAAAAAAABYo/gYavCewZT8M/s1600/Biutiful-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TUcxAIWSaEI/AAAAAAAABYo/gYavCewZT8M/s400/Biutiful-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568473342577633346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good. O ano começou bem. Este filme é qualquer coisa de extraordinário. Demasiado dramático, até para mim que vibro com este género de filmes, mas muito real. Javier Bardem vem mais uma vez provar o excelente actor que é, pela diversidade de papéis complicados que consegue encarnar. Iñárritu está de parabéns pelo excelente filme realizado, que retrata a realidade tal como ela é. Não deixem passar a oportunidade de o irem ver ao cinema ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2123513300809650997?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2123513300809650997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2123513300809650997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2123513300809650997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2123513300809650997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/biutiful.html' title='Biutiful'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TUcxAIWSaEI/AAAAAAAABYo/gYavCewZT8M/s72-c/Biutiful-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3567716406453815495</id><published>2011-01-24T21:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:45:51.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Hereafter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TT3phzslgaI/AAAAAAAABYg/IcdcHaSA2qI/s1600/%2528poster%2529hereafter-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TT3phzslgaI/AAAAAAAABYg/IcdcHaSA2qI/s400/%2528poster%2529hereafter-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565861481521971618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um filme que nada tem a ver com Clint Eastwood, mas que me conseguiu "manter presa" ao ecrã do início ao fim, embora de uma forma diferente.&lt;br /&gt;O argumento está muito bem escrito, pela forma como as 3 personagens se relacionam. Apesar de eu não acreditar na vida depois da morte, gostei do filme. No entanto, é muito diferente do que Eastwood costuma realizar, e apesar de achar que ele fez uma boa aposta com este filme, se não soubesse que era dele, diria que tinha sido realizado por Night Shyamalan. O Eastwood que eu conheço realiza filmes do tipo do "Million Dollar Baby", "Changeling" ou "Gran Torino", para citar apenas alguns. Não fiquei desiludida pois já ia preparada para algo diferente. Não quis criar demasiadas expectativas, mas não é o meu tipo de filme. Ainda mais porque este é só o meu realizador favorito. Mas está de parabéns, Sr. Eastwood - por se atrever a fazer algo diferente, que outro realizador, sem a sua carreira, sem o seu protagonismo, jamais seria capaz.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-3567716406453815495?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3567716406453815495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3567716406453815495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3567716406453815495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3567716406453815495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/hereafter.html' title='Hereafter'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TT3phzslgaI/AAAAAAAABYg/IcdcHaSA2qI/s72-c/%2528poster%2529hereafter-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8084427683483717120</id><published>2011-01-16T16:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T17:17:07.362Z</updated><title type='text'>Complexo: Universo Paralelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TTMdTSOPtuI/AAAAAAAABYY/Ci5scHvLf0E/s1600/poster70x100comp62ec13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TTMdTSOPtuI/AAAAAAAABYY/Ci5scHvLf0E/s400/poster70x100comp62ec13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562822181879002850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois portugueses, Mário e Pedro Patrocínio, entraram numa das mais  perigosas favelas do Brasil para rodar o documentário &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Complexo -  Universo Paralelo&lt;/span&gt;, que se estreia hoje nos cinemas portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;A meu ver, o filme peca pelo facto de mostrar apenas 3 casos, ficando muito por falar. Dá-nos a ver uma realidade que é estranha para nós (felizmente), mas sai-se da sala de cinema com a sensação de "soube a pouco". De qualquer forma, não se lhes pode tirar o mérito pelo que fizeram. É interessante de ver, mas não vão com grandes expectativas!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-8084427683483717120?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8084427683483717120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8084427683483717120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8084427683483717120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8084427683483717120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/complexo-universo-paralelo.html' title='Complexo: Universo Paralelo'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TTMdTSOPtuI/AAAAAAAABYY/Ci5scHvLf0E/s72-c/poster70x100comp62ec13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4838960625674274274</id><published>2011-01-11T20:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:33:13.261Z</updated><title type='text'>Rework</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TSy7jZUKM3I/AAAAAAAABYQ/CoQ0l9pI4Dk/s1600/rework-book.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TSy7jZUKM3I/AAAAAAAABYQ/CoQ0l9pI4Dk/s400/rework-book.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561025856660976498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de comprar este livro e já vou a 2/3 da sua leitura. Se há filmes que são um must-watch, este é um livro must-read. Para todos, tal como os autores dizem na Introdução. Que revelação... Não estou a dizer que precisei que este livre me abrisse os olhos para muitas das situações que vivo no trabalho, pois antes de o ler, já partilhava de grande parte da filosofia dos autores. Quis saber mais, para saber o que posso e devo melhorar, com o intuito de atingir os meus objectivos mais fácil e eficazmente, tanto na vida profissional como pessoal. O livro ensina-nos a tirar partido de muitas das faculdades que possuímos mas que nem sempre usamos da melhor maneira, se é que as usamos...&lt;br /&gt;De leitura muito fácil e com exemplos muito simples, o livro lê-se de uma assentada, e se, de facto quisermos mudar algo na forma como trabalhamos, basta pormos pequenas coisas em prática. Se quisermos ir mais além, isto é, fundar o nosso próprio negócio ou empresa, então tiramos ainda mais partido da leitura do livro, algo que pretendo pôr em prática quando me sentir preparada (segundo o livro, deveria ser já, e não amanhã!).&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me mesmo tentada a fazer publicidade a este livro, tal foi a forma com que me cativou.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4838960625674274274?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4838960625674274274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4838960625674274274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4838960625674274274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4838960625674274274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/rework.html' title='Rework'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TSy7jZUKM3I/AAAAAAAABYQ/CoQ0l9pI4Dk/s72-c/rework-book.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2363138039554506223</id><published>2011-01-01T18:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:29:26.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo, carro novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TR9yYms_4BI/AAAAAAAABYI/v2cc_8CmxDc/s1600/608x405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TR9yYms_4BI/AAAAAAAABYI/v2cc_8CmxDc/s400/608x405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557286232230191122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...não por opção, mas por necessidade. Não, felizmente não tive nenhum acidente! Mas o meu Opel Agila de 11 aninhos resolveu abandonar-me no meio do Alentejo, a meio da noite, com um grave problema no motor... Após quase um mês de boleias de um lado para o outro, e após fazer contas e procurar carros, cheguei à conclusão que a melhor opção seria mesmo a compra de um carro novo, até para aproveitar o apoio do abate e o IVA antigo. De entre os vários modelos disponíveis e mais adequados tendo em conta a minha situação actual, optei pelo Seat Ibiza SC, a gasóleo. Só não tem esta cor fantástica, pois só estava disponível o preto, de momento. Tendo em conta a situação em que me encontrava, não podia dar-me a esse luxo, e aguardar 2 ou 3 meses. Pelo menos não é cinzento! Eu gosto de carros coloridos, vistosos - qual é o gozo de ter uma coisa igual à de toda a gente?&lt;br /&gt;E depois de um mês atribulado, cheio de peripécias a todos os níveis, só espero que 2011 seja um excelente ano, a todos os níveis! E desejo o mesmo a todos :)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2363138039554506223?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2363138039554506223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2363138039554506223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2363138039554506223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2363138039554506223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/ano-novo-carro-novo.html' title='Ano novo, carro novo...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TR9yYms_4BI/AAAAAAAABYI/v2cc_8CmxDc/s72-c/608x405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2074524152792077302</id><published>2010-12-18T20:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T21:07:37.186Z</updated><title type='text'>José e Pilar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TQ0bll-u2PI/AAAAAAAABX0/sx51L87BnDg/s1600/jose_e_pilar_cartaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TQ0bll-u2PI/AAAAAAAABX0/sx51L87BnDg/s400/jose_e_pilar_cartaz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552124248282028274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este documentário surpreendeu-me pela positiva. Talvez porque não conhecia particularmente o escritor, fiquei a conhecer uma faceta dele que não julgava existir - não o sabia tão bem humorado! Da mulher dele, também pouco sabia. Gostei do documentário e da forma como foi feito; aconselho-o a todos, pois é uma grave lacuna não conhecermos bem este autor Português, o único que até hoje recebeu um Prémio Nobel.&lt;br /&gt;Próximo passo: ler uma obra de José Saramago, algo a que já me tinha proposto há muito.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2074524152792077302?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2074524152792077302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2074524152792077302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2074524152792077302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2074524152792077302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/jose-e-pilar.html' title='José e Pilar'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TQ0bll-u2PI/AAAAAAAABX0/sx51L87BnDg/s72-c/jose_e_pilar_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-342691181711253675</id><published>2010-12-17T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T21:06:40.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Ao quentinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TQwBswAGQKI/AAAAAAAABXs/oyS_hHYLqjM/s1600/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TQwBswAGQKI/AAAAAAAABXs/oyS_hHYLqjM/s400/fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551814308952162466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seja com uma lareira, uma salamandra ou um recuperador de calor, nestes dias mais frios o que sabe bem é estar à lareira a ver um filme!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, ver as chamas sobre os troncos de madeira tem um encanto especial, e fico quase tão deliciada como a minha gata, que se cola ao vidro até estar a transpirar (altura em que percebe que realmente já está há algum tempo ao calor e muda de poiso!).&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem estes dias de Inverno da melhor maneira, e nem por isso deixem que eles sirvam de desculpa para não fazer nada! A mim nada me soube melhor do que ir fazer um percurso de 30 km de bicicleta, e depois vir tomar um banhinho quente e por-me à lareira! Depois da semana que tive, estava mesmo a precisar...&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-342691181711253675?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/342691181711253675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=342691181711253675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/342691181711253675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/342691181711253675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/ao-quentinho.html' title='Ao quentinho'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TQwBswAGQKI/AAAAAAAABXs/oyS_hHYLqjM/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6295847520520965787</id><published>2010-12-11T22:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:48:55.871Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma semana de azar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TQP9pmm-07I/AAAAAAAABXk/nlPkRAoIrgU/s1600/Nokia-5800-XpressMusic-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TQP9pmm-07I/AAAAAAAABXk/nlPkRAoIrgU/s400/Nokia-5800-XpressMusic-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549558057031095218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nesta última semana posso dizer que me aconteceu de tudo (de mau!)... Desde ficar com uma lente de contacto enrolada no olho e ter de ir às urgências (porque depois pensava que ainda a tinha, tal me doía o olho de mexer, e afinal já cá não estava) até ao culminar de me distrair e enfiar um casaco na máquina de lavar com o meu telemóvel... Eu que sou tão cuidadosa - enfim... Só pode ser sinal de falta de férias... Perdi um telemóvel que adorava (e já não encontro igual) e os números todos (embora os consiga arranjar facilmente em virtude de ser uma rapariga precavida e ter tudo na agenda!).&lt;br /&gt;Não querendo gastar muito dinheiro, porque sou bastante forreta com estas coisas, lá acabei por me decidir por este modelo, e até à data estou muito contente!&lt;br /&gt;Melhores dias virão, espero ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6295847520520965787?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6295847520520965787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6295847520520965787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6295847520520965787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6295847520520965787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-semana-de-azar.html' title='Uma semana de azar...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TQP9pmm-07I/AAAAAAAABXk/nlPkRAoIrgU/s72-c/Nokia-5800-XpressMusic-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4920695518495864102</id><published>2010-12-01T19:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:01:20.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Inside Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TPaosA4HEiI/AAAAAAAABXc/VKZ10N1gtcI/s1600/inside-job-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TPaosA4HEiI/AAAAAAAABXc/VKZ10N1gtcI/s400/inside-job-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545805465256399394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside Job&lt;/span&gt; expõe a verdade acerca da crise económica de 2008. Esta  catástrofe, que custou mais de $20 triliões, fez com que milhões de  pessoas tenham perdido as suas casas e empregos. Através de uma pesquisa extensiva e entrevistas com economistas,  políticos e jornalistas, o filme mostra-nos as relações corruptas  existentes entre as várias partes da sociedade.                       &lt;br /&gt;Muito interessante para quem quer compreender um pouco mais sobre este mundo dos mercados e da política. Do interesse de todos.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4920695518495864102?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4920695518495864102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4920695518495864102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4920695518495864102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4920695518495864102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/inside-job.html' title='Inside Job'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TPaosA4HEiI/AAAAAAAABXc/VKZ10N1gtcI/s72-c/inside-job-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5595660420890380863</id><published>2010-11-23T20:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:44:37.278Z</updated><title type='text'>Batatas recheadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOwhPVxVMdI/AAAAAAAABXU/zsZJhSRlrU0/s1600/3611535402_3feda3f715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOwhPVxVMdI/AAAAAAAABXU/zsZJhSRlrU0/s400/3611535402_3feda3f715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542841788812046802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma das receitas que mais gosto de fazer no Inverno, pois é um prato forte e quente, para aqueles dias mais frios e desagradáveis... É também uma das poucas ocasiões em que como batata, pois não sou grande fã (a não ser que seja batata doce =p ). Uma refeição ideal para um jantar com amigos, pois apesar de ser um pouco demorada (devido ao tempo no forno), o tempo de confecção é bastante reduzido. Quem sabe, uma boa sugestão para o Natal, para quem procura algo menos tradicional, mas nem por isso, menos apetitoso.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui uma sugestão, mas como sempre, usem a vossa imaginação! Como não como carne, uso sempre alternativas, mas esta é uma receita que pode levar qualquer tipo de recheio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batatas grandes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polpa de tomate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queijo mozzarella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atum, soja em granulado ou legumes (para o recheio)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azeite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lavar com uma escovinha as batatas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picar as batatas com um garfo e levá-las ao micro-ondas durante 15 minutos, na potência máxima, ou então cozê-las no fogão.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preparar o recheio, e aqui, sim, o método de confecção pode variar. Se optarem por atum, podem colocá-lo da lata directamente, e juntá-lo à polpa de tomate. Já a soja necessita de ser hidratada previamente e depois cozinhada. Com os legumes pode fazer-se um refogado simples, ou melhor ainda, cozê-los ao vapor, como costumo fazer. Os legumes mais saborosos para este prato são courgette, beringela, alho francês e abóbora.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Com as batatas já cozinhadas, há que cortá-las ao meio, no sentido longitudinal, e escavá-las. A polpa retirada será depois misturada com o recheio escolhido.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pré-aquecer o forno a 180 ºC e rechear as batatas. Deverão depois ser cobertas com o queijo mozzarella e levadas ao forno a gratinar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Como temperos para o recheio, poderão optar por manjericão, pimenta, cebolinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Se fizerem a receita, digam-me o que escolheram e como ficou.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-5595660420890380863?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5595660420890380863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5595660420890380863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5595660420890380863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5595660420890380863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/batatas-recheadas.html' title='Batatas recheadas'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOwhPVxVMdI/AAAAAAAABXU/zsZJhSRlrU0/s72-c/3611535402_3feda3f715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8894332636088733763</id><published>2010-11-21T15:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:56:28.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Monopólio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOlAZW5I5tI/AAAAAAAABXM/AIkA_BqI-ak/s1600/monopolyworldedtion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOlAZW5I5tI/AAAAAAAABXM/AIkA_BqI-ak/s400/monopolyworldedtion2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542031620842251986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha última aquisição para reunir os amigos à volta da lareira, nas noites de fim de semana! Esta é a edição mundial mas o jogo continua a ser o mesmo de sempre! É um dos meus favoritos, e fiquem a saber de uma coisa: ganho quase sempre (tenho uma boa estratégia ahahah)!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-8894332636088733763?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8894332636088733763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8894332636088733763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8894332636088733763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8894332636088733763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/monopolio.html' title='Monopólio'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOlAZW5I5tI/AAAAAAAABXM/AIkA_BqI-ak/s72-c/monopolyworldedtion2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6873618283360804770</id><published>2010-11-18T20:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:42:20.607Z</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi Open Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOWOrCk7WVI/AAAAAAAABXE/qyWIReRfJ6E/s1600/bon-jovi-open-air-deutschland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOWOrCk7WVI/AAAAAAAABXE/qyWIReRfJ6E/s400/bon-jovi-open-air-deutschland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540991786626537810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o bilhete já cá canta! Quem vai que se acuse, que eu ainda não tenho companhia :)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-6873618283360804770?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6873618283360804770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6873618283360804770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6873618283360804770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6873618283360804770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/bon-jovi-open-air.html' title='Bon Jovi Open Air'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOWOrCk7WVI/AAAAAAAABXE/qyWIReRfJ6E/s72-c/bon-jovi-open-air-deutschland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-1836412865771303583</id><published>2010-11-16T21:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:22:21.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Castanhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOLxYVmJciI/AAAAAAAABW8/RdB4HSzjyVA/s1600/chestnut_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOLxYVmJciI/AAAAAAAABW8/RdB4HSzjyVA/s400/chestnut_200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540255892035432994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com este frio o que é que sabe bem, o que é? Castanhas, quentinhas e boas! E se possível, acompanhadas de batata doce (com muita canela!). E comê-las à lareira junto de amigos? Ou enquanto vemos um filme? Era mesmo o que me apetecia agora!&lt;br /&gt;Quanto às castanhas, eu sou fã das cozidas, mas também não digo que não às assadas. E vocês?&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-1836412865771303583?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1836412865771303583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=1836412865771303583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1836412865771303583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1836412865771303583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/castanhas.html' title='Castanhas'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TOLxYVmJciI/AAAAAAAABW8/RdB4HSzjyVA/s72-c/chestnut_200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4514486019488951086</id><published>2010-11-14T11:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:13:54.239Z</updated><title type='text'>The Social Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TN_NwZcKEZI/AAAAAAAABW0/1t2NSfo5gmg/s1600/the-social-network-movie-poster-1020552179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TN_NwZcKEZI/AAAAAAAABW0/1t2NSfo5gmg/s400/the-social-network-movie-poster-1020552179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539372298035401106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava mesmo com vontade de ver este filme e não fiquei nada desiludida. Um filme sobre a ganância, a ambição e a traição, cuja moral pode ser vista como: "não importa todo o dinheiro e a fama que tenhas; podes continuar a estar sozinho no mundo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um filme com contornos muito para além do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; e da Internet, embora muito mais especial para a geração actual, que tanto se identifica com as redes sociais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aloha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-4514486019488951086?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4514486019488951086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4514486019488951086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4514486019488951086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4514486019488951086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/social-network.html' title='The Social Network'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TN_NwZcKEZI/AAAAAAAABW0/1t2NSfo5gmg/s72-c/the-social-network-movie-poster-1020552179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3984253307090700510</id><published>2010-11-11T23:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:48:51.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNx30otmk-I/AAAAAAAABWs/0PJGBw4pHq8/s1600/inside-the-kingdom-by-carmen-bin-laden_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNx30otmk-I/AAAAAAAABWs/0PJGBw4pHq8/s400/inside-the-kingdom-by-carmen-bin-laden_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538433387924460514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais um livro de uma escritora Iraniana sobre o drama da vida nos países Árabes. Mais concretamente, uma mulher que pertenceu à família de Osama Bin Laden. As histórias e os dramas da família, o dia-a-dia vivido num clã Árabe, a decisão de deixar tudo para trás e começar de novo noutro lado... Estas são algumas das histórias que podem ser lidas no livro. Os capítulos são pequenos e sucintos, de modo que a leitura é rápida e cativante. E o mais engraçado de tudo, é que, ao contrário de outros livros do género, a autora não escreve com rancor e com arrependimento acerca da família do ex-marido, nem tão-pouco faz qualquer relato sobre maus tratos sofridos.&lt;br /&gt;Um livro muito interessante que nos permite ver o lado bom e mau da vida nos países Árabes ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-3984253307090700510?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3984253307090700510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3984253307090700510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3984253307090700510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3984253307090700510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/sugestao-de-leitura_11.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNx30otmk-I/AAAAAAAABWs/0PJGBw4pHq8/s72-c/inside-the-kingdom-by-carmen-bin-laden_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4153000283019567954</id><published>2010-11-09T21:58:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:24:02.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Sex And The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNnEWTPyBoI/AAAAAAAABWk/3_PcWa1ySKU/s1600/sex_and_the_city11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNnEWTPyBoI/AAAAAAAABWk/3_PcWa1ySKU/s400/sex_and_the_city11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537673104231368322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acabo de ver as 6 temporadas de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex and the cit&lt;/span&gt;y de rajada e adorei! Aproveitei estes fins de semana chuvosos para ficar no conforto da minha casinha a devorar esta série (felizmente, uma amiga minha tinha todos os DVD's!). Quando passavam na TV não cheguei a acompanhar todas as temporadas e tinha graves lacunas na história... Gostei muito de reviver as aventuras destas 4 amigas. E percebi uma coisa engraçada: sou bastante parecida na maneira de ser com a Charlotte e com a Carrie; no entanto, identifico-me ainda mais com a Miranda, mas a quem eu acho realmente piada e acaba por ser a minha personagem favorita é a Samantha. Não tenho nada a ver com ela na maneira de ser, mas ela é a personagem mais divertida - já repararam nos trocadilhos (quase todos de teor sexual) que ela faz? Qual a vossa personagem favorita, e porquê? Acusem-se :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para mim, uma das melhores séries de sempre. E poucas há, ao nível desta. Digam o que disserem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aloha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-4153000283019567954?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4153000283019567954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4153000283019567954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4153000283019567954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4153000283019567954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex And The City'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNnEWTPyBoI/AAAAAAAABWk/3_PcWa1ySKU/s72-c/sex_and_the_city11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8838044899426526089</id><published>2010-11-07T19:24:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:47:37.938Z</updated><title type='text'>Rita Redshoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNb88rUOH1I/AAAAAAAABWc/eV6yAMkXh5w/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNb88rUOH1I/AAAAAAAABWc/eV6yAMkXh5w/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536890911248490322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que não conhecia esta senhora como deve de ser, mas o espectáculo dado ontem em Castro Verde, foi de se tirar o chapéu. Simpática e com uma voz bonita, conseguiu gradualmente cativar o tímido público Alentejano. O concerto foi muito bom, tanto ao nível das músicas tocadas, como da interacção da cantora e da banda com o público. 5 estrelas por 5 euros. Coisas destas na cidade não há!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-8838044899426526089?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8838044899426526089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8838044899426526089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8838044899426526089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8838044899426526089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/rita-redshoes.html' title='Rita Redshoes'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNb88rUOH1I/AAAAAAAABWc/eV6yAMkXh5w/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5239443507390223047</id><published>2010-11-04T21:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:03:18.611Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNMpc6Z6hnI/AAAAAAAABWU/ecTXjcLoaR0/s1600/Comer+Orar+Amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNMpc6Z6hnI/AAAAAAAABWU/ecTXjcLoaR0/s400/Comer+Orar+Amar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535813943659497074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que li o livro já tenho termo de comparação com o filme. Ao contrário do que acontece quase sempre, não achei que o filme ficasse aquém do livro. É óbvio que se perdem sempre algumas partes da história, mas tentem transformar quase 400 páginas num filme - só se fossem 12h! O filme é bastante fiel ao livro, e talvez por eu ter gostado mais da primeira parte (Itália) achei que era onde havia mais diferença entre um e outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este é, de facto, o tipo de literatura que me cativa: viagens e histórias à mistura. É uma boa leitura de cabeceira, mas não vão ficar a perder muito se virem só o filme ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-5239443507390223047?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5239443507390223047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5239443507390223047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5239443507390223047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5239443507390223047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNMpc6Z6hnI/AAAAAAAABWU/ecTXjcLoaR0/s72-c/Comer+Orar+Amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8893102674329238323</id><published>2010-11-02T23:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:43:59.317Z</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Are Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNCbYVfwhfI/AAAAAAAABWM/UX2JYyyVBVs/s1600/boys_are_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNCbYVfwhfI/AAAAAAAABWM/UX2JYyyVBVs/s400/boys_are_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535094784427853298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa palavra: imperdível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Creio que este é um filme que está um pouco fora do circuito comercial, apesar de estar presente em alguns cinemas Lusomundo (também conhecidos como os cinemas da pipoca...); talvez pelo facto de ser um filme Australiano/Inglês. Filmado em paisagens surpreendentes e baseado numa história real, o filme cativa-nos de uma forma surpreendente, seja pela história, que em nada se assemelha ao que vemos por aí, seja pela prestação de Clive Owen, que faz um papel 5 estrelas. Pouco ou nada dava por este actor, pois ainda não tinha visto um filme com ele de que gostasse mesmo; posso dizer que mudei de opinião. Esta é, sem dúvida, uma história muito bonita, que apesar de triste, não faz chorar as pedras da calçada, algo que detesto num filme... Se tiverem oportunidade, vejam - é uma boa aposta!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-8893102674329238323?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8893102674329238323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8893102674329238323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8893102674329238323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8893102674329238323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/boys-are-back.html' title='The Boys Are Back'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TNCbYVfwhfI/AAAAAAAABWM/UX2JYyyVBVs/s72-c/boys_are_back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2387310083568608793</id><published>2010-10-31T18:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:55:08.449Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha última aquisição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TM25NnUtJlI/AAAAAAAABWE/5xEEUd47V-k/s1600/red_main_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TM25NnUtJlI/AAAAAAAABWE/5xEEUd47V-k/s400/red_main_img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534283160653473362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O primeiro pequeno electrodoméstico adquirido por mim para a minha casinha no Alentejo. Agora sim, já posso convidar lá os amigos e dar-lhes um belíssimo café! A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dolce Gusto&lt;/span&gt; colocou esta máquina de café à venda e não resisti a comprá-la. Primeiro, porque não gostando eu de café, teria de ter uma que permitisse fazer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lattes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cappuccinos&lt;/span&gt;... E depois, porque tendo pouco espaço na cozinha teria mesmo de optar por um modelo mais pequenino. Actualmente, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dolce Gusto &lt;/span&gt;já conta com bastantes variedades de bebidas, e tem vindo a expandir-se bastante bem no mercado, para os que como eu, não são apreciadores de café.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2387310083568608793?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2387310083568608793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2387310083568608793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2387310083568608793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2387310083568608793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/minha-ultima-aquisicao.html' title='A minha última aquisição'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TM25NnUtJlI/AAAAAAAABWE/5xEEUd47V-k/s72-c/red_main_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-515170715950468842</id><published>2010-10-28T21:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:06:47.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek Forever After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TMnkTUklVtI/AAAAAAAABV8/xk8vkZ5z5rM/s1600/shrek_forever_after_movie_poster_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TMnkTUklVtI/AAAAAAAABV8/xk8vkZ5z5rM/s400/shrek_forever_after_movie_poster_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533204637792163538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou fã da saga e não podia deixar de ver o último capítulo! De destacar a qualidade do filme, cada vez melhor ;) A minha personagem favorita continua a ser o gato das botas, que interpretado pelo Antonio Banderas é um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;! Qual é a vossa personagem favorita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aloha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-515170715950468842?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/515170715950468842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=515170715950468842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/515170715950468842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/515170715950468842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/shrek-forever-after.html' title='Shrek Forever After'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TMnkTUklVtI/AAAAAAAABV8/xk8vkZ5z5rM/s72-c/shrek_forever_after_movie_poster_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5911655806607441707</id><published>2010-10-26T20:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:56:02.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O mundo é um imenso livro do qual aqueles que nunca saem de casa lêem apenas uma página.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agostinho de Hipona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucas frases poderiam definir-me melhor ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-5911655806607441707?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5911655806607441707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5911655806607441707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5911655806607441707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5911655806607441707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5025038839174574172</id><published>2010-10-25T19:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:07:27.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ligaram-me hoje do banco para fazer algumas questões, entre as quais a minha profissão. Disse que era Engenheira de Minas e perguntaram-me se trabalhava com bombas. Não sei se deva rir ou chorar, com tamanha ignorância... Tanta gente a precisar de trabalho e dão empregos a estas alminhas...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, não é das profissões mais comuns, mas não é assim tão invulgar. Há profissões bem mais estranhas (pensem lá!). O que mais me custa no meio disto tudo é as pessoas desconhecerem totalmente que o nosso país tem minas (e muito boas, por sinal!). Ultimamente, com o caso dos mineiros Chilenos falou-se muito nisso, e acho que muita gente tomou consciência da realidade do nosso país. Mas é grave desconhecer, até se falar tanto nisso, que o nosso país possui actividade extractiva. E apesar de actualmente só estarem em funcionamento 3 minas, temos muitas mais; não estão em laboração por dois motivos: ou porque os recursos minerais se esgotaram ou porque não conseguimos competir com os preços de outros países.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu que já não estudei no tempo do Salazar, ainda fui obrigada a saber os distritos de Portugal, os rios e afluentes, e as minas de Portugal, como se explica que gente mais velha do que eu não saiba isso? Se Salazar fosse vivo hoje, dava-lhe uma coisinha má, ao ver como está a educação neste país. E cada vez caminha para pior...&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-5025038839174574172?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5025038839174574172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5025038839174574172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5025038839174574172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5025038839174574172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-7345997021221343352</id><published>2010-10-24T18:35:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T06:38:43.115Z</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TMRuW1_2AUI/AAAAAAAABV0/SyAnU47wwJE/s1600/jpegs3-fslash-vangoghchurch-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TMRuW1_2AUI/AAAAAAAABV0/SyAnU47wwJE/s400/jpegs3-fslash-vangoghchurch-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531667581048848706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se há coisa que gosto de fazer nos tempos livres (e de preferência, naqueles dias chuvosos de Inverno) são puzzles. Já há muito que não comprava um, e andava com ideias de comprar um que fosse um quadro, para depois emoldurar e colocar na minha casinha. Optei por este - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Church at Auvers&lt;/span&gt; - de Van Gogh, pois é um dos meus pintores favoritos, e tinha 1500 peças (achei um número razoável, dado que não queria ter um puzzle durante meses em cima da mesa e não poder servir-me dela). Finalmente, ao fim de 3 semanas (e de muitas noites tardias) terminei o puzzle e posso dizer que ficou lindo! Vai ficar mesmo bem sobre as minhas escadas ;) Já ando à procura do próximo, mas nem sempre é fácil encontrarmos os puzzles que queremos...&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-7345997021221343352?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7345997021221343352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=7345997021221343352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7345997021221343352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7345997021221343352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/puzzles.html' title='Puzzles'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TMRuW1_2AUI/AAAAAAAABV0/SyAnU47wwJE/s72-c/jpegs3-fslash-vangoghchurch-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6061788327154782352</id><published>2010-10-23T13:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T13:26:18.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TMLRAKDiYaI/AAAAAAAABVs/ID3SWTY6lHE/s1600/wall_street_2_money_never_sleeps_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TMLRAKDiYaI/AAAAAAAABVs/ID3SWTY6lHE/s400/wall_street_2_money_never_sleeps_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531213092993786274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já andava para ver este filme há algum tempo, mas só agora tive oportunidade. De um grande realizador, Oliver Stone, esperava algo grande. E de facto, assim foi. O filme está ao mais alto nível nos vários campos: história, elenco, grafismo... Só uma nota a acrescentar: vão ter muito mais facilidade em compreendê-lo se estiverem dentro do assunto dos mercados e das finanças; admito que estou muito fora disso. Foi algo que nunca tentei compreender e sempre me transcendeu um bocado; sei apenas o básico do básico, por isso tive dificuldade em acompanhar certas coisas do filme. Mas o filme está realmente muito bom - a não perder ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6061788327154782352?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6061788327154782352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6061788327154782352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6061788327154782352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6061788327154782352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/wall-street-money-never-sleeps.html' title='Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TMLRAKDiYaI/AAAAAAAABVs/ID3SWTY6lHE/s72-c/wall_street_2_money_never_sleeps_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6677797943562582823</id><published>2010-10-16T22:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:22:24.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine Vaganti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TLoV4rYkD4I/AAAAAAAABVk/mADIu3OmyBs/s1600/Mine-vaganti-Movie-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TLoV4rYkD4I/AAAAAAAABVk/mADIu3OmyBs/s400/Mine-vaganti-Movie-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528755556013313922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um drama (mas com pitadas de comédia) bem ao jeito Italiano. Um filme muito bem disposto, leve e divertido. Nada a ver com o que vem do outro lado do oceano, e que a todo o custo nos querem impingir. Aconselho vivamente ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6677797943562582823?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6677797943562582823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6677797943562582823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6677797943562582823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6677797943562582823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/mine-vaganti.html' title='Mine Vaganti'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TLoV4rYkD4I/AAAAAAAABVk/mADIu3OmyBs/s72-c/Mine-vaganti-Movie-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-1149320348476398865</id><published>2010-10-10T22:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:22:27.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TLIwMtv9tSI/AAAAAAAABVU/AaaLcZ74Q4o/s1600/como-decidimos-capa-4e67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TLIwMtv9tSI/AAAAAAAABVU/AaaLcZ74Q4o/s400/como-decidimos-capa-4e67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526532687734355234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este é um livro diferente, que nos explica como a mente funciona no acto de tomar decisões, e como podemos melhorar a nossa tomada de decisões. Cada capítulo é iniciado com um exemplo de determinada situação em que foi tomada uma decisão e não outra; os porquês de tal escolha.&lt;br /&gt;Muito interessante do ponto de vista da neurociência, ensina-nos quais as coisas que devemos decidir com a razão e aquelas em que devemos ter em conta a emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-1149320348476398865?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1149320348476398865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=1149320348476398865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1149320348476398865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/1149320348476398865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TLIwMtv9tSI/AAAAAAAABVU/AaaLcZ74Q4o/s72-c/como-decidimos-capa-4e67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2371327483558974660</id><published>2010-10-03T09:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T09:51:41.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TKhC2cZc_sI/AAAAAAAABVM/oAtQq5R5-xs/s1600/7657_17_poster_1_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TKhC2cZc_sI/AAAAAAAABVM/oAtQq5R5-xs/s400/7657_17_poster_1_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523738446073233090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui vê-lo assim que estreou, porque apesar de não ter lido o livro (ainda) achei que era um filme que tinha muito a ver comigo. E, de facto, revi-me mesmo nele. Já para não falar de que a Julia Roberts é uma das minhas actrizes favoritas. Não sendo nada de especial (acho que o livro deve ser muito mais interessante) vale bem a pena para ver as paisagens e toda aquela envolvente.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-2371327483558974660?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2371327483558974660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2371327483558974660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2371327483558974660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2371327483558974660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat Pray Love'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TKhC2cZc_sI/AAAAAAAABVM/oAtQq5R5-xs/s72-c/7657_17_poster_1_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5599703245778188280</id><published>2010-09-25T10:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:03:35.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going The Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJ3GMWV567I/AAAAAAAABUs/ebpnhqKo2gw/s1600/Going+The+Distance+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJ3GMWV567I/AAAAAAAABUs/ebpnhqKo2gw/s400/Going+The+Distance+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520786633684282290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais uma vez li esta sinopse e fiquei rendida. Pensei, no entanto, que iria ver o filme, e ficar desiludida. Apesar de o elenco não ser nada de especial, como vivi uma situação semelhante, pensei rever-me no filme. A comédia está genuinamente bem feita, e a parte do romantismo está sincera, sem ser lamechas. Gostei mesmo ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-5599703245778188280?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5599703245778188280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5599703245778188280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5599703245778188280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5599703245778188280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-distance.html' title='Going The Distance'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJ3GMWV567I/AAAAAAAABUs/ebpnhqKo2gw/s72-c/Going+The+Distance+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-36817706450119880</id><published>2010-09-18T19:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:52:42.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Guincho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJUI4BPAkGI/AAAAAAAABUk/NsmY42uJ740/s1600/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJUI4BPAkGI/AAAAAAAABUk/NsmY42uJ740/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518326676909494370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJUGuEluAII/AAAAAAAABUc/E3IQfX3WsMU/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJUGuEluAII/AAAAAAAABUc/E3IQfX3WsMU/s400/IMG_0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518324306988105858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJUGUnvMQ9I/AAAAAAAABUU/KnKr-oCivNk/s1600/IMG_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJUGUnvMQ9I/AAAAAAAABUU/KnKr-oCivNk/s400/IMG_0961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518323869746480082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJUF7rO9YbI/AAAAAAAABUM/BgK__6GexSY/s1600/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJUF7rO9YbI/AAAAAAAABUM/BgK__6GexSY/s400/IMG_0925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518323441188299186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A praia do meu coração. Será sempre especial esta praia. De Verão, de Inverno, de manhã, à tarde e à noite. Com vento ou sem vento. O Guincho é sempre o Guincho. E quantos mais não pensam como eu?&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-36817706450119880?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/36817706450119880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=36817706450119880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/36817706450119880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/36817706450119880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/guincho.html' title='@ Guincho'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TJUI4BPAkGI/AAAAAAAABUk/NsmY42uJ740/s72-c/IMG_0969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6570265237024594147</id><published>2010-09-13T22:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:33:12.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Road/train trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TI6YAMCmF7I/AAAAAAAABUE/SSFkLsj6HPs/s1600/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TI6YAMCmF7I/AAAAAAAABUE/SSFkLsj6HPs/s400/IMG_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516513722574968754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TI6VVc1-SkI/AAAAAAAABT8/eBABW4IsodU/s1600/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TI6VVc1-SkI/AAAAAAAABT8/eBABW4IsodU/s400/IMG_0912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516510789327800898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TI6VGct9E1I/AAAAAAAABT0/xXMFXABodGA/s1600/IMG_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TI6VGct9E1I/AAAAAAAABT0/xXMFXABodGA/s400/IMG_0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516510531596129106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TI6Uw_HaZlI/AAAAAAAABTs/cGmEeEoEwC0/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TI6Uw_HaZlI/AAAAAAAABTs/cGmEeEoEwC0/s400/IMG_0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516510162872591954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se há coisa de que gosto é de viajar de comboio, não só em Portugal, mas também (e especialmente!) lá fora. Ultimamente tenho andado novamente cheia de vontade de fazer outro InterRail, mas ainda não houve oportunidade. Terei de me contentar com as viagens que faço ao fim de semana, de ida e volta a casa.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro fotografar estações velhas/abandonadas e comboios... Quando fui pela primeira vez à Funcheira apaixonei-me pela estação e fiquei arrependida de não ter a minha Canon comigo. É verdade que há estações muito mais bonitas (está para breve um périplo pelas mesmas), mas aquela tem algo que me cativa - não sei se são os depósitos do gasóleo e da água, se a estação em si, com aquele telhadinho amoroso!&lt;br /&gt;A última foto fica por trás do meu local de trabalho (já viram que sorte ter esta paisagem à minha volta?) e serve para mostrar que, mesmo no Verão, com os campos secos e amarelados, nem por isso a paisagem deixa de ser bonita! O Alentejo é realmente lindo :)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6570265237024594147?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6570265237024594147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6570265237024594147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6570265237024594147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6570265237024594147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/roadtrain-trip.html' title='Road/train trip'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TI6YAMCmF7I/AAAAAAAABUE/SSFkLsj6HPs/s72-c/IMG_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-7927884347744756399</id><published>2010-09-11T02:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:11:08.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to Santiago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TIrWY-TMtzI/AAAAAAAABTc/nbDJHlrcOdU/s1600/816e9181cfae62533410faa29cffef69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TIrWY-TMtzI/AAAAAAAABTc/nbDJHlrcOdU/s400/816e9181cfae62533410faa29cffef69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515456418197321522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nacho é fotógrafo. Pilar é jornalista. Detestam-se um ao outro. Mas  quando são enviados para cobrir a história de Olmo, um guru que cura as  crises sentimentais de casais durante a peregrinação a Santiago de  Compostela, são forçados a fingir que são um casal. Na sua aventura ao longo de seis dias pela Galiza, os nossos dois  antagonistas vêem-se envolvidos em toda a espécie de situações  ridículas, hilariantes e até românticas. Toda a gente sabe que, até  chegar a Santiago... tudo pode acontecer!                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma comédia romântica castelhana, e que nos mostra as belíssimas paisagens da Galiza!&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-7927884347744756399?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7927884347744756399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=7927884347744756399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7927884347744756399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7927884347744756399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/road-to-santiago.html' title='Road to Santiago'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TIrWY-TMtzI/AAAAAAAABTc/nbDJHlrcOdU/s72-c/816e9181cfae62533410faa29cffef69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-5562023048856003488</id><published>2010-08-31T22:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:20:59.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoon da semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TH1xK4QB91I/AAAAAAAABTM/d-g0xcbH9Zs/s1600/3465_1733_corporate-condoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TH1xK4QB91I/AAAAAAAABTM/d-g0xcbH9Zs/s400/3465_1733_corporate-condoms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511685950683608914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Encontrei isto e achei o máximo! Decidi partilhar ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-5562023048856003488?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5562023048856003488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=5562023048856003488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5562023048856003488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/5562023048856003488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/cartoon-da-semana.html' title='Cartoon da semana'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TH1xK4QB91I/AAAAAAAABTM/d-g0xcbH9Zs/s72-c/3465_1733_corporate-condoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-830170338647097541</id><published>2010-08-22T22:45:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:45:33.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach road trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGdbdjmvRI/AAAAAAAABTE/2m2l5RJi2Pc/s1600/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGdbdjmvRI/AAAAAAAABTE/2m2l5RJi2Pc/s400/IMG_0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508356914366823698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGdISyaNQI/AAAAAAAABS8/COct8Swq3dM/s1600/IMG_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGdISyaNQI/AAAAAAAABS8/COct8Swq3dM/s400/IMG_0870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508356585058612482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGc6Uk2l_I/AAAAAAAABS0/XyKtrcEot90/s1600/IMG_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGc6Uk2l_I/AAAAAAAABS0/XyKtrcEot90/s400/IMG_0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508356345020454898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGccv79w8I/AAAAAAAABSs/I8VS9hfPq4Q/s1600/IMG_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGccv79w8I/AAAAAAAABSs/I8VS9hfPq4Q/s400/IMG_0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508355836969075650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGcQfoCR4I/AAAAAAAABSk/iNcsOcP0zuc/s1600/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGcQfoCR4I/AAAAAAAABSk/iNcsOcP0zuc/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508355626432087938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGbv85bTxI/AAAAAAAABSc/wnzMi0e29So/s1600/IMG_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGbv85bTxI/AAAAAAAABSc/wnzMi0e29So/s400/IMG_0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508355067353976594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGbQKqWBEI/AAAAAAAABSU/tTUgGoBX93M/s1600/IMG_0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGbQKqWBEI/AAAAAAAABSU/tTUgGoBX93M/s400/IMG_0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508354521292997698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGbDRNWneI/AAAAAAAABSM/MtPasNoWF_I/s1600/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGbDRNWneI/AAAAAAAABSM/MtPasNoWF_I/s400/IMG_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508354299712151010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este fim de semana foi totalmente dedicado à praia e a passear pelo Algarve, não tanto pelas zonas turísticas, pois faço tudo para fugir à confusão, mas mais pela serra de Monchique e pelo Parque Natural do Sudoeste Alentejano e Costa Vicentina.&lt;br /&gt;Rumei em direcção à Arrifana onde tive um excelente dia de praia. O local é lindíssimo e o tempo estava espectacular - 5 estrelas! O único senão - o facto de a estrada que liga Monchique a Aljezur ter muitas curvas (enjoei um pouco...). Passei a noite num abrigo de montanha na Serra de Monchique - muito relaxante (melhor só se fosse nas termas!). Para finalizar o fim de semana, praia da parte da manhã em Lagos - estavam umas ondas perfeitas - e praia à tarde em Sagres, seguida de uma visita ao Cabo de São Vicente para pôr em prática as artes fotográficas. Já no caminho para Almodôvar, houve ainda tempo para uma curta paragem em Silves, localidade muito bonita e bem cuidada, onde se pode visitar o belíssimo castelo construído em quartzito.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não ter férias pois ainda me encontro no estatuto de estagiária, estes pequenos retiros de fim de semana fazem maravilhas! Sinto-me como se, de facto, andasse de férias, nem que seja só por dois dias, mas acho que só por isso já vale a pena ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-830170338647097541?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/830170338647097541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=830170338647097541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/830170338647097541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/830170338647097541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach-road-trip.html' title='Beach road trip'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/THGdbdjmvRI/AAAAAAAABTE/2m2l5RJi2Pc/s72-c/IMG_0875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3201732445775807822</id><published>2010-08-18T20:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:05:53.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro ouvir a trovoada enquanto estou na rua ou em casa...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro o cheiro da terra molhada após uma forte chuvada...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro acordar, ir à janela e descobrir que os campos estão envoltos em nevoeiro...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro passear na praia quando o tempo está encoberto e se ouvem apenas os barcos a buzinar...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro o cheiro que se solta dos arbustos quando percorridos pelo vento...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro o fresquinho que se solta das árvores quando o vento as abana...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro sentir a areia da praia quentinha nos meus pés...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro o canto das gaivotas...&lt;br /&gt;E vocês, o que gostam de sentir?&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-3201732445775807822?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3201732445775807822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3201732445775807822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3201732445775807822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3201732445775807822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/sensacoes.html' title='Sensações'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3215402978625869004</id><published>2010-08-09T22:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:27:20.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Publicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TGBx-eGJpjI/AAAAAAAABSE/IBI5Qza617Y/s1600/Postal_tattoo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TGBx-eGJpjI/AAAAAAAABSE/IBI5Qza617Y/s400/Postal_tattoo_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503524062691436082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pretendo fazer publicidado ao Sumol, até porque é uma bebida que não aprecio, mas este anúncio condiz tanto comigo! Não pelo facto do rapaz ter uma tatuagem (se bem que pretendo fazer a minha em breve) mas pelo facto de incitar os jovens a manterem-se fiéis e originais às suas convicções, algo que faço e tenciono continuar a fazer pela vida fora! Muito boa esta campanha publicitária ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-3215402978625869004?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3215402978625869004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3215402978625869004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3215402978625869004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3215402978625869004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/publicidade.html' title='Publicidade'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TGBx-eGJpjI/AAAAAAAABSE/IBI5Qza617Y/s72-c/Postal_tattoo_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-2575517110539096689</id><published>2010-08-04T22:30:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:01:43.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudim de gelatina e iogurte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TFncGFrK_6I/AAAAAAAABR8/NRS22qx57Aw/s1600/gelatina_facil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TFncGFrK_6I/AAAAAAAABR8/NRS22qx57Aw/s400/gelatina_facil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501670416970350498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Verão pede coisas frescas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; e saborosas, de preferência com fruta. Lembrei-me de inventar um pouco na cozinha e experimentar algo extremamente fácil e rápido de fazer (10 minutos).&lt;br /&gt;Em termos estéticos fica muito semelhante à &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bavaroise&lt;/span&gt; e sem o inconveniente do leite condensado e das gemas, que só fazem mal. Em termos de sabor posso garantir-vos que não fica nada atrás; depende também do tipo de iogurtes que usarem. Se tiverem curiosidade experimentem, inovem, digam o que acham e dêem também sugestões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gelatina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2 a 4 iogurtes (naturais ou não)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faça a gelatina de forma normal, mas reduzindo um pouco a  água necessária para a sua confecção.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depois de feita juntar os  iogurtes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mexer muito bem até misturar tudo (pode recorrer-se à batedeira para que a mistura fique o mais perfeita possível) e verter numa forma (podem optar por colocar algumas bolachas Maria), levando ao frio o tempo necessário até solidificar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desenformar e servir, decorando a gosto  (usei frutos  silvestres).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aloha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-2575517110539096689?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2575517110539096689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=2575517110539096689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2575517110539096689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/2575517110539096689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/pudim-de-gelatina-e-iogurte.html' title='Pudim de gelatina e iogurte'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TFncGFrK_6I/AAAAAAAABR8/NRS22qx57Aw/s72-c/gelatina_facil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-4953396149342817296</id><published>2010-07-31T00:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:35:18.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TFILkGqMkzI/AAAAAAAABR0/MnhQPJ96sco/s1600/Tudo%2BO%2BQue%2BEu%2BTenho%2BTrago%2BComigo%2B00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TFILkGqMkzI/AAAAAAAABR0/MnhQPJ96sco/s400/Tudo%2BO%2BQue%2BEu%2BTenho%2BTrago%2BComigo%2B00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499470809863590706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei de olho neste livro assim que saiu, ou não fosse eu fã de filmes e livros que retratam este período trágico da História.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roménia no fim da guerra. A população alemã vive com medo. «Eram 3 da madrugada do dia 15 de Janeiro de 1945 quando a patrulha me foi buscar. O frio apertava, estavam -15º C.» O jovem narrador começa assim o seu relato. Tem cinco anos diante de si, dos quais ainda nada sabe. Cinco anos, ao fim dos quais regressa um homem diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi esta a sinopse que li e me cativou de imediato. Não vou dizer que desgostei do livro. Este romance resulta de diversas conversas com alguns sobreviventes do campo de  trabalho, tornando-o, por isso, demasiado real. O objectivo - mostrar ao leitor como foi dura a vivência em campos de concentração - foi plenamente conseguido, mas não me identifiquei com a escrita de Herta Müller, caracterizada por frases curtas e duras, e pela invenção de termos e conceitos novos, dificilmente traduzíveis para a nossa língua.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-4953396149342817296?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4953396149342817296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=4953396149342817296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4953396149342817296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/4953396149342817296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/sugestao-de-leitura_31.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TFILkGqMkzI/AAAAAAAABR0/MnhQPJ96sco/s72-c/Tudo%2BO%2BQue%2BEu%2BTenho%2BTrago%2BComigo%2B00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-6945258733451375377</id><published>2010-07-26T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:58:57.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não há nada como um belo dia de praia. A apanhar sol, a ler, a jogar raquetes, a nadar... Por incrível que pareça ainda existe quem goste mais de praia do que eu. Uma das coisas que adoro na praia é o cheiro a protector solar, que se espalha no ar, vindo de diferentes direcções, e com diferentes aromas. Outra coisa característica é o som da bola a bater nas raquetes - aquela passada rítmica que não falta numa boa praia! Também um som típico é o do desembrulhar das sandes, envoltas em papel alumínio - se repararem, para qualquer lado que olhem, há sempre alguém com um pacote de batatas fritas ou de bolachas a fazer barulho; barulho esse que se propaga no ar até às nossas toalhas. E como é bom estar deitado na toalha a absorver todos os sons e aromas da praia. Só assim, sem fazer nada. Eu que não gosto de perder tempo com coisas inúteis (como o desperdício de tempo que passamos a dormir...), considero que o único local onde podemos não fazer nada é justamente na praia. Pensar apenas e captar as essências de tudo o que nos rodeia!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apeteceu-me divagar, escrever algo diferente...&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-6945258733451375377?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6945258733451375377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=6945258733451375377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6945258733451375377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/6945258733451375377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='Praia...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8919351386671627876</id><published>2010-07-24T11:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:19:08.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TEq8Hv-rq2I/AAAAAAAABRs/k9pe6CZJLBc/s1600/500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TEq8Hv-rq2I/AAAAAAAABRs/k9pe6CZJLBc/s400/500x500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497413136483593058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confesso que quando o filme estreou nem me dei hipótese de o ver. Achei o tema uma treta. Quando me emprestaram o livro, fiquei naquela - não tenho grande vontade de o ler, mas vou dar o benefício da dúvida. Comecei a gostar do que lia. Achei inédita a forma como a história foi contada, mas à medida que a história avançava, deixou de me cativar... O romance debate temas importantes, mas não é mesmo o meu tipo de livro. Acabei por o ler até ao fim, e depois tive curiosidade suficiente para ver o filme, o qual achei mais fácil de suportar, pelo facto do tempo associado ao mesmo ser consideravelmente menor. Já sei que quase toda a gente adorou o livro, mas realmente não partilho da mesma opinião. No entanto, não posso tirar o mérito à escritora, pela forma como escreveu a história.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-8919351386671627876?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8919351386671627876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8919351386671627876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8919351386671627876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8919351386671627876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/sugestao-de-leitura_24.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TEq8Hv-rq2I/AAAAAAAABRs/k9pe6CZJLBc/s72-c/500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-7654219903914094286</id><published>2010-07-11T21:53:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:19:19.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TDovQKHUsJI/AAAAAAAABRk/gUx3sH4LTp4/s1600/Liv01040459_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TDovQKHUsJI/AAAAAAAABRk/gUx3sH4LTp4/s400/Liv01040459_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492754650171224210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este é o novo romance do autor de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Tigre Branco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, o aplaudido  Booker Prize de 2008. A obra desenvolve-se como um um guia de viagem a  uma cidade imaginária, Kittur, situada na costa sudoeste da Índia, a  meio caminho entre Goa e Calecute, durante o período de sete anos que  decorreu entre os assassinatos de Indira Gandhi e do seu filho Rajiv.  São catorze histórias que se sobrepõem formando um mapa vivo da cidade,  decorrendo cada uma em diferentes zonas de Kittur. Aravind Adiga retoma  muitos dos temas presentes em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Tigre Branco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, mas recorre agora a  múltiplos narradores diferentes. Uma obra que o conduz à descoberta  fascinante da Índia actual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostei mais do livro anterior, talvez por conter apenas uma história, mas este também está muito bom. A maneira como Aravind Adiga escreve é cativante ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-7654219903914094286?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7654219903914094286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=7654219903914094286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7654219903914094286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/7654219903914094286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/sugestao-de-leitura_11.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TDovQKHUsJI/AAAAAAAABRk/gUx3sH4LTp4/s72-c/Liv01040459_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-3025339089845746121</id><published>2010-07-05T18:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:19:35.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TDIcOAjC_jI/AAAAAAAABRc/wp11Kq7QXpM/s1600/whisky-aff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TDIcOAjC_jI/AAAAAAAABRc/wp11Kq7QXpM/s400/whisky-aff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490481922708799026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De origem Uruguaia, esta é sem dúvida uma das grandes comédias do ano. Caricata e fora do comum, provoca no telespectador um riso puro e genuíno, como poucas comédias o fazem hoje em dia. É certo que o filme podia ter mais acção ou mais personagens, mas resulta assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;O filme relata uma série de eventos hilariantes e caricatos, sobre a solidão e as relações pessoais e familiares. Aconselho vivamente ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-3025339089845746121?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3025339089845746121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=3025339089845746121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3025339089845746121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/3025339089845746121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/whisky.html' title='Whisky'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TDIcOAjC_jI/AAAAAAAABRc/wp11Kq7QXpM/s72-c/whisky-aff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-8994924687525099104</id><published>2010-07-01T21:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:19:48.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TCz_EDcmvDI/AAAAAAAABRU/qu81FYGXhec/s1600/1051342_1271242231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TCz_EDcmvDI/AAAAAAAABRU/qu81FYGXhec/s400/1051342_1271242231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489042490967637042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Excelente este romance que explora as relações entre familiares e amigos. Muito bem escrito, mostra-nos como o ser humano tem capacidade de mudar, perante determinados acontecimentos na vida. Fiquei rendida à história do início ao fim, também por me rever em certos episódios ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:10pt;"  lang="PT" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182043389266790631-8994924687525099104?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8994924687525099104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=8994924687525099104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8994924687525099104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/8994924687525099104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TCz_EDcmvDI/AAAAAAAABRU/qu81FYGXhec/s72-c/1051342_1271242231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182043389266790631.post-731366759094532579</id><published>2010-06-25T22:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:19:58.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TCUgVnhFuYI/AAAAAAAABRM/Ylu4oo9Ynh0/s1600/51ODmIUDBnL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TCUgVnhFuYI/AAAAAAAABRM/Ylu4oo9Ynh0/s400/51ODmIUDBnL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486827276777929090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma história feita de histórias - pequenos episódios do dia-a-dia da vida de uma cirurgiã são cuidadosamente narrados neste livro, mostrando-nos as várias facetas desta profissão. A precisão da escrita transporta o leitor até à mesa das operações, fazendo-nos sentir parte do enredo. Um relato impressionante na primeira pessoa - para quem gosta de histórias nuas e cruas ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aloha&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/2182043389266790631-731366759094532579?l=billasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/731366759094532579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2182043389266790631&amp;postID=731366759094532579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/731366759094532579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182043389266790631/posts/default/731366759094532579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billasworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/sugestao-de-leitura.html' title='Sugestão de leitura'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088709042749923772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/SgVo6bwFb8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C7i4xFit-ro/S220/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zucqURJ2FuM/TCUgVnhFuYI/AAAAAAAABRM/Ylu4oo9Ynh0/s72-c/51ODmIUDBnL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
