<?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-4752969498658170433</id><updated>2012-02-10T02:05:29.823Z</updated><category term='Musica'/><category term='Arte'/><category term='Viagens'/><category term='Desabafos'/><category term='Mitos e Lendas'/><category term='Sobre mim...'/><category term='Desafios'/><category term='Cidades'/><title type='text'>MeHiTaBeL</title><subtitle type='html'>"I hope that my achievements in life shall be these:That I will have fought for what was right and fair, that I will have risked for that which mattered, and that I will have given help to those who were in need, that I will have left the earth a better place for what I've done and who I've been"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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sentir que temos amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom chorar e desabafar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste saber que não nos apercebemos do tempo perdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste ver o que quer que seja a afundar... e muito mais triste saber q não sabemos nadar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é garantido!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder respirar é bom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________//_________//_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breath in breathe out&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all of your doubt&lt;br /&gt;If everybody bleeds this way&lt;br /&gt;just the same&lt;br /&gt;Breath in breathe out&lt;br /&gt;Move on and break down&lt;br /&gt;If everyone.. goes away&lt;br /&gt;I will stay&lt;br /&gt;We push and pull,&lt;br /&gt;and I fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I'm not letting go,&lt;br /&gt;you hold the other line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there is a light&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold tight&lt;br /&gt;From out of your sight&lt;br /&gt;Everything keeps moving on, moving on,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on hold tight&lt;br /&gt;Make it throught another night&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there comes the sun with the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We push and pull, and I fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I'm not letting go, you hold the other line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there is a light&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;There is a light&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath in and breath out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look left, look right&lt;br /&gt;to the moon and the night&lt;br /&gt;Everything under the stars in your arms&lt;br /&gt;There is a light&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;There is a light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkzqRwACKzQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkzqRwACKzQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkzqRwACKzQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title='Things....'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-1649904405322340312</id><published>2007-07-04T09:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:51:20.319Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>"Diary of Jane" by Breaking Benjamin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MePzWtHqrso"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MePzWtHqrso" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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title='Itália...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-6645650515524441349</id><published>2007-06-13T19:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:37:54.295Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>How to Save a Life.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mais um momento meu, mais uma forma de reflectir... de amar.... de viver.... de sentir vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aqui está a minha musica de momento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do Album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How to Save a Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; He smiles politely back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You stare politely right on through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Some sort of window to your right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; As he goes left and you stay right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You begin to wonder why you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Let him know that you know best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Cause after all you do know best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Try to slip past his defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Without granting innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; The things you've told him all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And pray to God he hears you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And pray to God he hears you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; As he begins to raise his voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Drive until you lose the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; He will do one of two things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; He will admit to everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; How to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; How to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; How to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-6645650515524441349?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/6645650515524441349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=6645650515524441349&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/6645650515524441349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/6645650515524441349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-save-life.html' title='How to Save a Life.....'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-8460493299441614845</id><published>2007-06-04T10:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:24:53.603Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>Amsterdam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já falei aqui em Amesterdão, mas gostava de falar um pouco mais, e colocar algumas fotos que tirei lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amesterdão é a capital dos Países Baixos, o seu nome resulta da junção de "Amstel" e "Dam", (barragem do Rio Amstel). O Centro histórico desta cidade onde se concentra vários canais foi construído no período Alemão da idade do Ouro no Sec. XVII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amesterdão começou por ser apenas uma pequena vila de pescadores, no século XII, senda a data oficial da sua fundação 27 de Outubro de 1275. Em 1300, 1301 passa a ser considerada Cidade, aquando os habitantes que vivem perto da barragem do Rio Amstel ficam isentos de pagar as portagens inerentes às Eclusas e Pontes da Holanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Séc. XVI Os Alemães revoltam-se contra Filipe II de Espanha e seus sucessores. Em 1578, Amesterdão alia-se à revolta e todas as igrejas católicas são confiscadas passando a ser reformadas para o Protestantismo, transformando-se numa cidade de acolhimento para todos os Judeus, para os negociantes ricos da Antuérpia (na altura ainda Governada pelos Espanhóis) e para os Huguenotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sec. XVII é considerado como sendo a idade do ouro de Amesterdão. É criada uma rede de comércio forte, sustentada e compartilhada pela VOC (Companhia Neerlandesa das Índias Orientais) e a WIC (Companhia Holandesa das Índias Ocidentais).&lt;br /&gt;Como consequência das guerras entre a Republica Alemã e Inglaterra e França, Nos Séc XVIII e inícios do Séc. XIX, a prosperidade desta cidade deteriora-se bastante. Contudo, nos finais do Séc XIX, Amesterão volta a erguer, nesta altura são construídos novos Museus, uma estação de comboio e o Concertgebouw.&lt;br /&gt;Durante a primeira grande guerra Os Países Baixos mantiveram-se neutros. Contudo em Maio de 1940 os Nazis invadem os Países baixos, conseguindo controlar o País após apenas 5 dias de luta. Os Alemães instalam assim um Governo Nazi em Amesterdão, seguindo-se as cruéis perseguições aos Judeus. Muitos não Judeus ajudaram os seus amigos a refugiarem-se para não serem apanhados e torturados, arriscando-se a sofrer consequências por essa ajuda. Quando apanhados eram deportados para campos de concentração, uma das pessoas deportadas foi a conhecida Anne Frank.&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento Amesterdão tem cerca de 743.027 habitantes, o que significa que é a cidade com maior número de habitantes dos Países Baixos. È o país mais liberal que conheço, não deixando de ser um dos sítios mais fabulosos que visitei. Como sabem, é legal a Prostituição em locais apropriados para a actividade. A red-light district é das ruas mais conhecidas e lá podemos encontrar várias prostitutas para todos os gostos em "montras". Existem vários coffee-shops, onde se pode comprar Cannabis e fumar ou comer em bolos, chocolates, ou quem preferir beber em chá. É de salientar que a Cannabis é só legal em pequenas quantidades (máximo 5gramas).&lt;br /&gt;Os museus que considero mais interessantes são: o Rijksmuseum, o Rembrandt House Museum, o Van Gogh Museum e a Anne Frank House. Portanto estes é a não perder, contudo devo confessar que não visitei o de Van Gogh pois não sou grande apreciadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E aqui está a minha reportagem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072159116923630610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPt1-h99BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nca3AikuSEg/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072159894312711202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPujOh99CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/a-jNG1nY1oI/s320/Picture+166.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPux-h99DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8cuUrkzaEOE/s1600-h/Picture+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072160147715781682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPux-h99DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8cuUrkzaEOE/s320/Picture+185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPvBeh99EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iG_BwX2vtOo/s1600-h/Picture+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072160414003754050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPvBeh99EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iG_BwX2vtOo/s320/Picture+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072160598687347794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPvMOh99FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JZ6pV7ErGfI/s320/Picture+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrada do Museu Rijks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPvsOh99GI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oH-oqGpkC58/s1600-h/Picture+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072161148443161698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPvsOh99GI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oH-oqGpkC58/s320/Picture+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrada da Casa de Rembrandt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPv8-h99HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/akNTlAU57dc/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na Casa de Rembrandt, não era suposto poder tirar fotografias, muito menos sentar na cadeira, isto foi mesmo à Tuga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPwV-h99II/AAAAAAAAAGw/RK1JE0Aow6U/s1600-h/Picture+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À entrada da Casa de Anne Frank, emocionei-me bastante lá....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Notas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É importante saber que na Holanda é tudo muito caro. Gastei 17,50€ num simples pequeno almoço para duas pessoas por exemplo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aconselho os restaurantes Italianos pois os valores rondam os 25€ / 30€ para duas pessoas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A Casa de Anne Frank tem sempre uma fila enorme, portanto convem ir com paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-8460493299441614845?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/8460493299441614845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=8460493299441614845&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/8460493299441614845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/8460493299441614845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/06/amsterdam.html' title='Amsterdam...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RmPt1-h99BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nca3AikuSEg/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-4186282828760090132</id><published>2007-06-01T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:07:17.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sobre mim...'/><title type='text'>Comunicado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O tempo não tem sido o suficiente para poder visitar-vos e escrever no meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De qualquer forma, criei hoje 1 blog de receitas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mehitabel-na-cozinha.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mehitabel Na Cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vou tentar postar as receitas que mais gosto, as que foram confeccionadas, provadas e depois aprovadas por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas receitas tirei de sites e blogs, algumas têm algumas alterações feitas por&lt;/span&gt; mim outras correspondem na integra e outras fui eu que inventei! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Basicamente as receitas que vou publicar são as que já experimentei e acho mais saborosas, ou mais práticas... Dá sempre jeito ter 1 livrinho de receitas à mão para não cair na rotina do calendário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinho para todas (os) e um óptimo fim-de-semana! Divirtam-se!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="I So Rock" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_29_136.gif" width="83" 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;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb068_ZS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-4186282828760090132?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/4186282828760090132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=4186282828760090132&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/4186282828760090132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/4186282828760090132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/06/comunicado.html' title='Comunicado'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-3761375742485563594</id><published>2007-05-22T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:31.270Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitos e Lendas'/><title type='text'>"Saturno devorando um de seus filhos" - Mitologia e Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RlQM0OyorXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/j-1ubKBJlzQ/s1600-h/Goya_saturno+a+devorar+o+seu+filho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067689572161858930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RlQM0OyorXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/j-1ubKBJlzQ/s320/Goya_saturno+a+devorar+o+seu+filho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Saturno devorando um de seus filhos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este é um quadro bastante conhecido do famoso pintor Espanhol Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes.&lt;br /&gt;Francisco José de Goya nasceu a 30 de Março de 1746 em Fuendetodos, Saragoça e faleceu a 15 de Abril de 1828 em Bordéus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segundo a Mitologia Romana, Saturno era o Deus da agricultura. Na Mitologia Grega identifica-se como o Deus Cronos. Saturno era filho de Urano, o Deus dos Céus, e de Gaia, a Deusa da Terra.&lt;br /&gt;A pedido de sua mãe mutilou o Pai com uma foice, castrando-o e atirando o órgão do pai ao mar, obtendo assim todo o Poder. Contudo anteviu-se que um dia mais tarde um dos filhos de Saturno iria conseguir tomar o seu lugar e por esse motivo, Saturno, devorou todos os seus filhos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando Réia, mulher de Saturno teve conhecimento que estava grávida do 6º filho, viajou para Creta onde deu à luz Júpiter (Zeus). Réia, enganou o seu marido e em vez de lhe entregar o filho, deu-lhe panos enrolados, permitindo assim que Júpiter vivesse.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, Júpiter destronou o Pai e os titans, tornando-se o Deus Supremo do Cosmos. Expulso do Céu, Saturno refugiou-se em Lácio onde fez reinar a idade do ouro, cheia de paz e abundância, através do ensino da agricultura aos homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este quadro, foi pintado nos últimos anos de vida do artista, é uma das "pinturas negras" de Goya e está directamente relacionada com os conflitos internos de Espanha durante o reinado absolutista de Fernando VII. É também um reflexo do estado mental e físico de Goya, que na altura estava bastante degradado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Este foi mais um dos quadros que,quando o vi pela primeira vez me impressionou bastante, por isso gostava imenso de o ver "ao vivo e a cores". Encontra-se neste momento no museu do Prado em Madrid... Portanto, logo que tenha oportunidade, vou a Madrid para contemplar pessoalmente o original...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-3761375742485563594?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/3761375742485563594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=3761375742485563594&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/3761375742485563594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/3761375742485563594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/05/saturno-comer-um-de-seus-filhos-este-um.html' title='&quot;Saturno devorando um de seus filhos&quot; - Mitologia e Arte'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RlQM0OyorXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/j-1ubKBJlzQ/s72-c/Goya_saturno+a+devorar+o+seu+filho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-8670600272599485214</id><published>2007-05-21T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:31.614Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mochofalante.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mochinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt; lançou-me 1 desafio d1 meme… eu tenho vários e acho que já referi alguns num comentário num dos blogs que visito…&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, vou publicar alguns memes que regem a minha vida e a minha maneira de pensar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it." &lt;em&gt;(Groucho Marx)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Por muitas coisas que vivi, acredito que o melhor é viver o presente, não alimentar o passado e não pensar muito no futuro. A felicidade não depende de ninguém só depende de nós próprios, da luta interior para tentar estar sempre de sorriso nos lábios e de nos sentirmos bem interiormente. Não são as pessoas que nos rodeiam que nos vão transmitir esse bem-estar interior, podemos passar momentos felizes com essas pessoas mas por mais que elas queiram ou que nós queiramos não é no próximo que encontraremos a verdadeira felicidade e bem-estar interior. E se nós estivermos bem as pessoas que nos rodeiam vão sentir-se ainda melhor perto de nós!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.” &lt;em&gt;(tirado do site boardofwisdom)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Eu acredito que não há provação ou dificuldade na vida que nos sobrevenha que não tenhamos capacidade de superar… Portanto mesmo nos momentos mais difíceis temos que agarrar nas forças que temos e mostrar que somos mais fortes do que o problema ou dificuldade, por mais que nos custe… Se aconteceu é porque somos capazes de superar e ao fazê-lo ficaremos ainda mais fortalecidos…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like no one is watching.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Isto significa viver com PAIXÃO! Não fazer nada por obrigação!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um meme "podem ser ideias ou partes de ideias, línguas, sons, desenhos, capacidades, valores estéticos e morais, ou qualquer outra coisa que possa ser aprendida facilmente e transmitida enquanto unidade autónoma (...) o seu objectivo é auto propagar-se.”&lt;br /&gt;Passo então o desafio à:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thunder;&lt;br /&gt;Carla SU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066956820676390226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RlFyYeyorVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vXsUqykwTEQ/s320/Porto_campeao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;F.C. PORTO SAGRA-SE BICAMPEÃO!!!&lt;br /&gt;CAMPEÕES, CAMPEÕES. NÓS SOMOS CAMPEÕOOOOOOES…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RlFy6uyorWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4Q8OXnZo6FA/s1600-h/vitor+baia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066957409086909794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RlFy6uyorWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4Q8OXnZo6FA/s320/vitor+baia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-8670600272599485214?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/8670600272599485214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=8670600272599485214&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/8670600272599485214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/8670600272599485214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_21.html' title='....'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RlFyYeyorVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vXsUqykwTEQ/s72-c/Porto_campeao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-1983566831260611729</id><published>2007-05-18T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:24:38.133Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Não entendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relativamente ao Caso "Madeleine" gostava que alguem me esclarecesse e por isso passo a questionar certas coisas e afirmar outras, como:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Será que estão todos os agentes destacados para o caso e todos os jornalistas também?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Para os Ingleses que dizem que a nossa policia é inexperiente, já foram verificar o numero de crianças desaparecidas no vosso País?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Caros Jornalistas vocês em vez de ajudar só atrapalham, dão noticias em primeira mão, estão sempre em cima do acontecimento, os raptores agradecem a vossa amabilidade e ajuda para conseguirem fugir com mais segurança! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Isto é 1 caso grave ou uma forma de criar fundos de subsistência para os pais da criança? Até através de SMS's se pode contribuir para um fundo que tem como objectivo não só permitir as buscas e, como tal, fazer com que os culpados possam ser punidos pelo crime mas tambem para: &lt;em&gt;" To provide support, including financial assistance, to Madeleine’s family".&lt;/em&gt; Quantas crianças já desapareceram em Portugal??? E no Mundo??? Quantos movimentos deste genero foram criados para que fosse possivel encontrar essas crianças desaparecidas??? Um fundo para ajudar financeiramente os Pais??? Para criar condições para que as buscas nao parem: tudo bem!! Mas para ajudar os pais?? Nao entendo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez por não me lembrar dum caso que tenha tido a dimensão que este está a ter mas acho que isto ultrapassa o normal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Como é que será que os Pais das outras famílias se sentirão?? Aquelas familias que tiveram 2 agentes destacados apenas por exemplo?? Será que essas crianças eram menos importantes???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para finalizar, estou sensivel ao caso, tenho muita pena da Madeleine e espero do fundo do coração que seja encontrada, contudo penso que estamos a ser injustos para com outras crianças que também desapareceram e para com a familia das mesmas e, para finalizar, nao entendo o pkê dos fundos se já estão tantos agentes destacados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-1983566831260611729?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/1983566831260611729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=1983566831260611729&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/1983566831260611729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/1983566831260611729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-entendo.html' title='Não entendo'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-7502580134987294659</id><published>2007-05-14T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:32.097Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sobre mim...'/><title type='text'>Para quem não sabe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rkg2gtLhvVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Q_Kk6YzPpeE/s1600-h/taurus+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064357716489780562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rkg2gtLhvVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Q_Kk6YzPpeE/s320/taurus%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Dia 12 de Maio completei 26 primaveras... as rugas já começam a aparecer :-) e a crise dos 30 já se começa a aproximar... Gostava de partilhar com vocês alguns excertos d1 mapa astral q me fizeram, entao aqui vai :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST PART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your essence. Your self. The Sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sun in Taurus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You were born under the sign of Taurus and your ruling planet is Venus, the planet of love. You are a very sensitive and romantic person, gentle in behavior. You feel at home with people who prove to be friendly, affectionate, and gentle. Your romanticism does not make you stray from reality and you maintain a practical attitude towards the problems of life. You will be an active and hard worker, finding solutions to difficult problems thanks to your perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;You will not be interested in dominating anyone nor will you let anyone manipulate you. Your gentle ways may confuse others but you have an iron will and once you have made a decision nothing will make you change your mind. It is possible that you will neither discuss your opinions, nor desire to impose them on others, but deep inside you will be convinced that things should be done your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are possessive and look for assurance and stability in relations. You will not stand for intrigue, indecision, lies or sudden and unexpected changes. You will be worried about the material world until you can attain the stability you desire. Your feelings will be firm and lasting; you will be willing to fight for your companion as long as you receive a solid response.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Moon. Your emotional world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moon in Virgo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You identify yourself as a practical, intelligent, intellectual and capable woman. You love to serve and perform tasks that benefit your loved ones but many times you have problems understanding others. You believe in detail, you are analytical and you think a lot before acting. You hate to waste time and you demand much of yourself and others. You excel because of your efficiency at work, your capacity to concentrate and your ability to organize. Your mind also possesses a very notable intuitive capacity that you could develop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SECOND PART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your personality. Your body. Your childhood.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aquarius Rising Sign (1st house cusp):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People see you as a rebellious, original, spontaneous and unusual woman. You prove to be active, energetic and free, and you cannot stand ties or routine.&lt;br /&gt;You are curious and very intelligent. Your mind and ideas are oriented towards the future and because of that you rebel against traditions, customs or any type of limitation in your life. You are a reborn woman whose principal ideas are in accordance with the New Age. You are not worried about criticism and, many times, you attract attention because of your unusual behavior. You are very sociable, easy-going and unprejudiced, which allows you to have an intense social life, but you also lose your patience easily, especially when you become bored. You are hard to please romantically because you look for someone different and special. Also, you love your freedom and always act very independently.&lt;br /&gt;It is necessary that you maintain an active life to get rid of the tensions that you accumulate during the day. Your nervous system can suffer and you can become stressed out. You must learn to relax and to cultivate patience to avoid the anxiety that consumes you. You must also protect your ankles because you tend to twist or sprain them due to your accelerated pace.&lt;br /&gt;Your childhood was very unusual and different from other people. You have experienced many changes and instability at home. It is possible that one of your parents is foreign, with a different culture from the one where you lived; or that your parents have a great difference in age; or, maybe, another person in your family raised you. Thanks to the atypical nature of your childhood, your point of view towards life is different. You must remember the traumatic situations in your past to free yourself from them and develop your creative capacity to the maximum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rkg3M9LhvXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xPOs4ZsYcII/s1600-h/taurus_.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064358476698991986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rkg3M9LhvXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xPOs4ZsYcII/s320/taurus_.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;A parte final é a parte que mais se indentifica comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Um Bom dia para todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&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/4752969498658170433-7502580134987294659?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/7502580134987294659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=7502580134987294659&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/7502580134987294659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/7502580134987294659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/05/para-quem-no-sabe.html' title='Para quem não sabe...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rkg2gtLhvVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Q_Kk6YzPpeE/s72-c/taurus%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-8323185797015377652</id><published>2007-05-10T13:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:32.301Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>Aqui esta a resposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entao aqui vai Selma ;) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero:&lt;/strong&gt; viver dia após dia, vencendo os obstáculos um a um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho:&lt;/strong&gt; amigos e pessoas q gostam de mim e que eu ADORO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu acho:&lt;/strong&gt; que me deviam oferecer 1 viagem a Londres;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu odeio:&lt;/strong&gt; incompetência, futilidade, inveja, falsidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sinto saudades:&lt;/strong&gt; do abraço forte e da cumplicidade que tinha com a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu escuto&lt;/strong&gt;: A MegaFM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu cheiro:&lt;/strong&gt; Davidoff cool water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu imploro:&lt;/strong&gt; por uma viagem a Londres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me pergunto:&lt;/strong&gt; deixei de me perguntar, sem stresses... a vida vai rolando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me arrependo:&lt;/strong&gt; do que não fiz. Pois tudo o q fiz que não foi bom serviu para eu aprender e muito e evoluir como pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo:&lt;/strong&gt; todas as pessoas k estão no meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sinto dor:&lt;/strong&gt; quando me lembro da minha infância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sinto falta:&lt;/strong&gt; d1 opel Astra gtc ou d1 audi A3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me importo:&lt;/strong&gt; com o bem estar das pessoas que amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sempre&lt;/strong&gt;: sou casmurra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não fico:&lt;/strong&gt; conformada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu acredito:&lt;/strong&gt; Em Deus mas não sou religiosa e em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu danço:&lt;/strong&gt; SEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu canto:&lt;/strong&gt; eu tento cantar mas nao consigo... de q forma adoro within temptation e sempre q me da para cantar canto caetano "sozinho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu choro:&lt;/strong&gt; qdo acumulei mta coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu falho:&lt;/strong&gt; sempre que tomo atitudes q não vão de encontro aos meus valores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu luto:&lt;/strong&gt; Para viver dia a dia feliz e realizada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu escrevo:&lt;/strong&gt; tudo o q vai cá dentro mas d1 forma pouco objectiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ganho:&lt;/strong&gt; não vou comentar.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu perco:&lt;/strong&gt; a cabeça qdo falo com certas pessoas falsas e incompetentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca:&lt;/strong&gt; fico quieta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me confundo:&lt;/strong&gt; com as ruas do Porto (xiça)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estou:&lt;/strong&gt; stressada como sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou:&lt;/strong&gt; simplesmente eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu fico feliz quando:&lt;/strong&gt; sinto que faço qq coisa de bom a alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho esperança:&lt;/strong&gt; de comprar 1 maquina de lavar loiça urgentemente pke ja estou farta de a a lavar à mão (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu preciso:&lt;/strong&gt; de viajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu deveria:&lt;/strong&gt; tirar um curso de chinês (hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basicamente eu sou simplesmente Eu... preocupada, amiga, sincera, lutadora, determinada, casmurra, chata ... com muito mau feitio à mistura :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RkMoOdLhvUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5c5fQFC-XzM/s1600-h/Picture+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062934634910825794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RkMoOdLhvUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5c5fQFC-XzM/s320/Picture+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-8323185797015377652?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/8323185797015377652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=8323185797015377652&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/8323185797015377652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/8323185797015377652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/05/aqui-esta-resposta.html' title='Aqui esta a resposta'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RkMoOdLhvUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5c5fQFC-XzM/s72-c/Picture+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-1366756152773364691</id><published>2007-05-07T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:32.447Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Parecemos galinhas depenadas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já falei aqui do programa de incentivo ao arrendamento, mas vou falar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Passo a comentar o que foi publicado hoje no DN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/05/07/economia/governo_reduz_valor_e_duracao_apoio_.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/05/07/economia/governo_reduz_valor_e_duracao_apoio_.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1º&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O candidato terá de procurar uma casa cujo custo mensal seja inferior à renda máxima do respectivo distrito, cujo valor será fixado pelo Governo por portaria. O objectivo é evitar a tendência especulativa detectada no actual IAJ, em que muitos senhorios cobram rendas superiores porque sabem que os jovens apenas suportam uma parte do custo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O objectivo é de certeza deixar de haver arrendamento... Acabar por completo com os únicos incentivos que temos... Se quisessem por alguma ordem na tendência especulativa era simples, bastava afixarem valores máximo de acordo com tipologias e localizações, impedindo os Senhorios de cometerem os excessos que cometem. De se aproveitarem basicamente dos estudantes, dos emigrantes ou dos jovens que não pretendem dar o passo da compra de casa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2º&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"O novo Porta 65 reduz esta taxa de financiamento para um intervalo entre 30% e 50%...Isto no primeiro ano, já que nos seguintes o apoio em percentagem da renda diminui, de forma gradual, para um intervalo entre 15 e 30%, no segundo ano, e de 7,5 e 20%, no terceiro ano"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Realmente, estas ideias são fantásticas é redução do período de apoio que passa de 5 para 3 anos, redução de percentagem que cai do máximo de 75% para 50% e como se não bastasse ainda reduzem de ano para ano 50% à percentagem atribuída inicialmente... Não querem baixar mais nadinha? E o IVA??? NÃO baixam??? isso é que deviam baixar!!! AH! Isso não pode ser não é?? O iva é sempre a aumentar... então está bem, temos que nos aguentar nao é? Eu proponho que façam muitas pontes... porque de certeza que vai haver muita gente a procurar abrigo nelas se isto continua assim!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sinceramente isto torna-se impossível! Os nossos vizinhos Espanhóis pagam menos 5% em tudo... sim porque o IVA é 16%, a alimentação é consideravelmente mais barata...&lt;br /&gt;Vocês acham que o Lidl e o PLUS são baratos?? Pois fiquem a saber que na Alemanha tanto um como outro têm preços mais baixos do que aqui em Portugal. Isto estava tudo bem se na Alemanha os ordenados mais baixos nao rondassem os 1.000,00€ ou mais...é verdade, disse os MAIS BAIXOS!!! Aqui o mais baixo é 403,00€, correspondente ao salário mínimo estipulado por lei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo, qualquer dia estamos todos debaixo da ponte a fazer 1 churrasco de ratazanas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TOU FURIOSA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061792092005711154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rj8ZFtLhvTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EquhhrmfOCE/s320/STRESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/4752969498658170433-1366756152773364691?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/1366756152773364691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=1366756152773364691&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/1366756152773364691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/1366756152773364691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/05/parecemos-galinhas-depenadas.html' title='Parecemos galinhas depenadas...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rj8ZFtLhvTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EquhhrmfOCE/s72-c/STRESS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-1180417213948064263</id><published>2007-05-04T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:32.992Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'>"Será arte tudo o que eu disser que é arte" - (Marcel Duchamp)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjsM9dLhvQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uwtBRY9jXzQ/s1600-h/MarcelDuchamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060652856225414402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjsM9dLhvQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uwtBRY9jXzQ/s320/MarcelDuchamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcel Duchamp, &lt;em&gt;La Fontaine&lt;/em&gt; (1917)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma Fonte? Uma peça alusiva às formas da mulher? Ou um simples urinol invertido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcel Duchamp (1887-1968),&lt;/strong&gt; escritor e pintor Francês, marcou pela introdução da ideia do &lt;em&gt;ready made&lt;/em&gt; como objecto de arte. É um representante do movimento &lt;em&gt;dada&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;(dadaísmo)&lt;/strong&gt; que se caracteriza pela oposição a qualquer tipo de equilíbrio, pelo ceticismo absoluto e improvisação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dada&lt;/em&gt; em francês significa cavalo de brinquedo. A falta de sentido no significado reforça a essência deste movimento.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer obra &lt;em&gt;dada&lt;/em&gt; parece não ter qualquer sentido... O Dadaímo foi uma forma de protesto contra a primeira guerra mundial.&lt;br /&gt;Nada melhor do que uma obra de arte aparentemente sem sentido para protestar contra um conflito também sem sentido. A finalidade destas obras era portanto, escandalizar e chocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, arte pode ser tudo o que seja considerado como tal…&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Duchamp disse e disse muito bem: "Será arte tudo o que eu disser que é arte"...&lt;br /&gt;A melhor forma de arte é aquela que esconde um verdadeiro objectivo, talvez as obras mais absurdas são as que têm maior significado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjsT49LhvRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PJ3PdRrVQ24/s1600-h/duchampLHOOQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060660475497397522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjsT49LhvRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PJ3PdRrVQ24/s320/duchampLHOOQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Marcel Duchamp, &lt;em&gt;L.H.O.O.Q.&lt;/em&gt; (1919)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...Mona Lisa com um bigode bem giro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-1180417213948064263?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/1180417213948064263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=1180417213948064263&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/1180417213948064263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/1180417213948064263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/05/ser-arte-tudo-o-que-eu-disser-que-arte.html' title='&quot;Será arte tudo o que eu disser que é arte&quot; - (Marcel Duchamp)'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjsM9dLhvQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uwtBRY9jXzQ/s72-c/MarcelDuchamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-3849690425097197359</id><published>2007-05-03T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:34.049Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'>Nan Goldin... dá que pensar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjnKddLhvMI/AAAAAAAAADg/OvmX0IkCK9Y/s1600-h/self-portrait-on-the-train_Nan+goldin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060298263725456578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjnKddLhvMI/AAAAAAAAADg/OvmX0IkCK9Y/s320/self-portrait-on-the-train_Nan+goldin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(auto-retrato de Nan Goldin no Comboio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nan Goldin é uma fotógrafa Americana bastante reconhecida no mundo da fotografia.&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu a 1953 em Washington, contudo cresceu em Maryland de onde fugiu. Desde então foi criada por várias famílias, o que revela uma infancia atribulada.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira vez que esteve perante uma máquina &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fotografia foi aos 15 anos de idade, através dum professor da &lt;em&gt;Satya Community School&lt;/em&gt; em Boston.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 20 anos de Idade, Nan expõe pela primeira vez uma obra sobre as comunidades Gay e Travesti. Comunidades essas que lhe foram apresentadas pelo seu amigo David Armstrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1977 Nan licenciou-se e após a sua licenciatura ela viaja para Nova Iorque onde ingressa no Sub mundo da droga.&lt;br /&gt;As suas fotografias passam a documentar o quotidiano da sua vida e amigos. Mostram a violência do mundo das drogas, as doenças provocadas pela promiscuidade daquele sub mundo onde estava inserida. Quase todos os seus amigos morreram, até mesmo a sua melhor amiga Cookie Mueller (actriz americana).&lt;br /&gt;Por norma o seu trabalho é apresentado através de slideshows, o mais conhecido tem cerca de 45 minutos onde Nan apresenta cerca de 800 fotografias.&lt;br /&gt;Actualmente Goldin vive em Nova Iorque e Londres e é representada pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew Marks Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos desta artista chocam-me, nem todas obviamente, mas muitas dela têm tanta força que causam um certo arrepio só de olhar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem duvida é um retrato vivo dum mundo à parte e das consequências do mesmo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjnKztLhvNI/AAAAAAAAADo/MmKPEJLV8Cc/s1600-h/DowntownShow_cookie_Nan+goldin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060298645977545938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjnKztLhvNI/AAAAAAAAADo/MmKPEJLV8Cc/s320/DowntownShow_cookie_Nan+goldin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cookie Mueller - morreu de sida em 1989)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjnLBtLhvOI/AAAAAAAAADw/HTMVy3EEOUY/s1600-h/Guido+Floating_+Levanzo_Sicily.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Uma tarde num Hotel em Paris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-3849690425097197359?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/3849690425097197359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=3849690425097197359&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/3849690425097197359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/3849690425097197359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/05/nan-goldin-d-que-pensar.html' title='Nan Goldin... dá que pensar...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjnKddLhvMI/AAAAAAAAADg/OvmX0IkCK9Y/s72-c/self-portrait-on-the-train_Nan+goldin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-4169077805974683740</id><published>2007-05-02T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:34.371Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjhtytLhvKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wmkM6ybSLYk/s1600-h/cartier-bresson_1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059914899239582882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjhtytLhvKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wmkM6ybSLYk/s320/cartier-bresson_1947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our life's journey is full of tight alleys ... but we can always run away and find solutions to live free...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rjht-NLhvLI/AAAAAAAAADY/LW7kl5Jf6GI/s1600-h/34106322.bresson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059915096808078514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rjht-NLhvLI/AAAAAAAAADY/LW7kl5Jf6GI/s320/34106322.bresson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Fotografias de Henri Cartier Bresson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-4169077805974683740?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/4169077805974683740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=4169077805974683740&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/4169077805974683740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/4169077805974683740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjhtytLhvKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wmkM6ybSLYk/s72-c/cartier-bresson_1947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-503981518214396497</id><published>2007-04-27T09:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:35.525Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjHGfdLhvHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tJ-MEDD6T10/s1600-h/7%20michelangelo_david_detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058042100224998514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjHGfdLhvHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tJ-MEDD6T10/s320/7%2520michelangelo_david_detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjHGrNLhvII/AAAAAAAAADA/iDBdvSEAA3U/s1600-h/david2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058042302088461442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjHGrNLhvII/AAAAAAAAADA/iDBdvSEAA3U/s320/david2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjHGRtLhvGI/AAAAAAAAACw/bLkWaoTk65Q/s1600-h/david_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058041864001797218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjHGRtLhvGI/AAAAAAAAACw/bLkWaoTk65Q/s320/david_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O David é uma das esculturas mais famosas do artista Renascentista Michelangelo.&lt;br /&gt;Esta Obra retrata o herói bíblico. Na Bíblia, David mata Golias, o jovem consegue vencer um gigante com uma simples pedra, é o escolhido por Deus para o fazer. Este trabalho é considerado um dos mais importantes do Renascimento e do próprio autor. A escultura actualmente encontra-se em Florença, cidade que originalmente encomendou a obra.Trata-se de uma estátua em mármore que mede 5,17 m. Devido à genialidade que sempre foi atribuída à obra, ela foi escolhida como símbolo máximo da Republica de Florença.Michelangelo levou três anos para concluir a escultura. O artista é considerado inovador, dado que a obra retrata a personagem antes da batalha com Golias, algo que nunca tinha sido retratado anteriormente. As obras que existiam mostravam sempre David depois da batalha e não no momento imediatamente anterior à mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escultura tem uma força brutal, é de uma perfeição inigualável, é simplesmente extraordinária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjHG8tLhvJI/AAAAAAAAADI/38L5q17hH9Q/s1600-h/david3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058042602736172178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjHG8tLhvJI/AAAAAAAAADI/38L5q17hH9Q/s320/david3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esta é mais uma obra de arte que vi ao vivo e que me deixou completamente deslumbrada.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem gosta de arte sabe que é uma sensação única ver ao vivo obras que estamos habituados a ver em livros...&lt;br /&gt;Obras que perturbam só de as ver em livros, agora imaginem a sensação de ver ao vivo!&lt;br /&gt;É fantástico é uma sensação poderosa, forte, causa aquele frio na barriga, aquela alegria e pensamos: &lt;em&gt;"Isto realmente existe, é fantástico, está tão perfeito!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Maio do ano passado fui a Florença, passei um dia em Veneza (desloquei-me de comboio) e outro em Siena. Itália é um destino "obrigatório" para quem gosta de arte. Tudo tem 1 dimensão estonteante.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueçam aquela parte de que há homens e mulher lindíssimas, eu fiquei em Florença e como disse fui 1 dia a Veneza e outro a Siena, em nenhum destas cidades vi pessoas a que a TV Italiana nos acostumou. As mulheres Italianas têm 1 voz estridente! Eu que sou do Porto posso comparar algumas com as respeitavas Senhoras da Sé, da Ribeira do Porto.... Parece que ainda ouço as vizinhas a falarem de uma Janela para a outra aos berros... com aquela voz aguda, logo de manhãzinha e eu a querer dormir mais 1 bocadinho porque os dias eram muito cansativos...&lt;br /&gt;Os homens não têm estilo nenhum, não sabem estar, não são bonitos... Talvez noutras cidades encontraria outro tipo de pessoas mas nestas que vos disse efectivamente não havia uma pessoa que fosse realmente o que eu estava à espera... Pensei que a beleza italiana causasse algum impacto, mas não! Enganei-me redondamente!&lt;br /&gt;Eu e o meu namorado saímos de lá muito desiludidos porque fartamo-nos de brincar com isto, de mulheres e homens giros e quando chegamos lá vimos que as coisas eram bem diferentes :-) Mas não deixou de ser engraçado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ano 2006 para mim foi um ano para não esquecer, passei por muita coisa, vivi muita coisa diferente, aprendi muito e realizei alguns sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo ano fui a Itália e Holanda. Em Itália vi obras lindíssimas e tive o prazer de chegar a Holanda na altura da comemoração dos 400 anos de Rembrandt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem foram dias muito bons, como estou cheia de saudades das férias ficam aqui as recordações, boas recordações...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um bom fim-de-semana prolongado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-503981518214396497?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/503981518214396497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=503981518214396497&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/503981518214396497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/503981518214396497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-david-uma-das-esculturas-mais-famosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjHGfdLhvHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tJ-MEDD6T10/s72-c/7%2520michelangelo_david_detail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-2870401341616217914</id><published>2007-04-26T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:35.716Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Estou ChAtEaDa.....claro que estou ChAtEaDa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje gostava de manifestar publicamente o meu desagrado com o incentivo ao arrendamento jovem (IAJ).&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe o IAJ, é um incentivo atribuído pelo Estado, o qual tem a função de incentivar os jovens a arrendar casas e não se endividarem cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Este incentivo tem duração de 5 anos e quem o solicita não deve ter mais de 30 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é sem duvida uma boa iniciativa do governo. Permite mais qualidade de vida e como sabem hoje em dia empregos estáveis são muito difíceis e muito poucas pessoas conseguem alguma estabilidade antes dos 30 anos. O que torna o arrendamento a opção melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é muito lindo mas, como tudo neste país, funciona MAL!!! Manda-se a papelada toda para lá, obrigam a ter conta na CGD, o que é uma perfeita estupidez...&lt;br /&gt;Depois da entrega dos documentos solicitados pelo IAJ o processo leva 3 meses a ser inserido no sistema!&lt;br /&gt;Agora penso eu??&lt;br /&gt;- Ou digitam 1 tecla por dia&lt;br /&gt;- Ou vão fumar de 10 em 10 minutos&lt;br /&gt;- Ou estão com as pernas na secretaria&lt;br /&gt;- Ou não entendo!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ser inserido no sistema ainda estamos mais 2 meses à espera que o subsidio seja finalmente atribuído...&lt;br /&gt;Como se não bastasse a demora toda, o subsídio passa a contar a partir do momento em que é autorizado, sem retroactivos...&lt;br /&gt;Basicamente, não temos incentivos nenhuns, os incentivos que temos não funcionam, as pessoas que nos atendem são arrogantes e antipáticas e .... pronto... vivemos neste País...&lt;br /&gt;Isto sinceramente revolta-me profundamente!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou chateada... claro que estou chateada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjCbvNLhvFI/AAAAAAAAACo/XGd_K7S-w-M/s1600-h/angry_wet_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057713616831233106" style="CURSOR: hand" height="316" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjCbvNLhvFI/AAAAAAAAACo/XGd_K7S-w-M/s320/angry_wet_cat.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-2870401341616217914?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/2870401341616217914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=2870401341616217914&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/2870401341616217914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/2870401341616217914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/estou-chateadaclaro-que-estou-chateada.html' title='Estou ChAtEaDa.....claro que estou ChAtEaDa....'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RjCbvNLhvFI/AAAAAAAAACo/XGd_K7S-w-M/s72-c/angry_wet_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-400916505082070676</id><published>2007-04-24T09:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:35.997Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Saudades da Férias.... Holanda - País das Tulipas e da diversão ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Ri3UM_9xArI/AAAAAAAAACg/fpIaMUj8V1Y/s1600-h/tulipas_holanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056931276400951986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Ri3UM_9xArI/AAAAAAAAACg/fpIaMUj8V1Y/s320/tulipas_holanda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As tulipas são originárias da Ásia Central,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; foram levadas para a Holanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; em 1560 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pelo botânico &lt;strong&gt;Conrad Von Gesner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Tulipe&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;significa turbante.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estas flores transformaram-se numa paixão para os Holandeses e essa paixão foi tanta que gerou até uma especulação financeira envolvendo os bulbos desta planta, chegou a ser a quarta maior fonte de renda do país.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu estive em Amesterdão o ano passado, foi uma experiência muito divertida. É obvio que Amesterdão é uma cidade completamente turistica por isso senti a simpatia das pessoas, os Holandeses por norma não costumam ser tao amaveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Contudo Amesterdão é uma cidade muito bonita, vale a pena visitar... Fica na memória as animações nas praças:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Ri3TO_9xAqI/AAAAAAAAACY/wPBMm-cgeis/s1600-h/animaÃ§ao_holanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056930211249062562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Ri3TO_9xAqI/AAAAAAAAACY/wPBMm-cgeis/s320/anima%C3%A7ao_holanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este era um Sr para os seus 60 anos... diga-se que vê-lo de tanguinha daquelas que nem tão pouco se colam à pele nao foi 1 visão muito agradavel, mas foi sem duvida 1 visão muito divertida :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Todos os dias existiam diversas animações das praças. Contrariamente a Portugal, os animadores respeitavam-se mutuamente, sabiam os horários e eles proprios seguiam as regras, dando lugar a outros para fazerem o seu "dinheirinho".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fiquei com a ideia que a Holanda é uma país que segue as regras talvez por existir muita liberdade acabam por ser pessoas muito mais civilizadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adorei Amesterdão e adorava voltar lá! Aconselho vivamente :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-400916505082070676?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/400916505082070676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=400916505082070676&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/400916505082070676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/400916505082070676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/saudades-da-frias-holanda-pas-das.html' title='Saudades da Férias.... Holanda - País das Tulipas e da diversão ;)'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Ri3UM_9xArI/AAAAAAAAACg/fpIaMUj8V1Y/s72-c/tulipas_holanda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-6202454528324276654</id><published>2007-04-19T09:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:36.225Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hug me and let my soul fly away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Flying in the sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feeling de warm of your hug...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feeling the love in your arms.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Give me your hand and I will feel myself even more strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Ric8r_9xApI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t9CLCaLADa4/s1600-h/maos22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055075833349210770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Ric8r_9xApI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t9CLCaLADa4/s320/maos22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-6202454528324276654?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/6202454528324276654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=6202454528324276654&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/6202454528324276654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/6202454528324276654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_19.html' title='....'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Ric8r_9xApI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t9CLCaLADa4/s72-c/maos22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-4379544228598317809</id><published>2007-04-18T09:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:36.378Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>...To Live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RiXr5IrDmOI/AAAAAAAAACI/mvWhetzT3Bw/s1600-h/babykiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054705523606395106" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="139" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RiXr5IrDmOI/AAAAAAAAACI/mvWhetzT3Bw/s320/babykiss.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Walk in the streets, feeling the sun in the face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breathing Freedom... breathing happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;breathing a wish becoming true...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To believe in ourselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To live day after day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgetting the past and the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only Present matters... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're what we're...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's better act preserving our values and conscience than act by revenge ou retaliation.&lt;br /&gt;I preserve the good values I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I prefer feeling my heart peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've a quiet mind because I'm not friend of evil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm loyal to my values...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy with my actitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bad minds, bad people: Be happy but go away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good friends, Quiet minds: Be happy but never stop being near :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my way of thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And i'm happy... Now i'm happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RiXr5IrDmOI/AAAAAAAAACI/mvWhetzT3Bw/s1600-h/babykiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RiXr5IrDmOI/AAAAAAAAACI/mvWhetzT3Bw/s1600-h/babykiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-4379544228598317809?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/4379544228598317809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=4379544228598317809&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/4379544228598317809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/4379544228598317809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-live.html' title='...To Live...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RiXr5IrDmOI/AAAAAAAAACI/mvWhetzT3Bw/s72-c/babykiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-4622369102126496019</id><published>2007-04-17T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:36.648Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitos e Lendas'/><title type='text'>Gato Preto - Um Diabo ou um Deus? Talvez um simples Ser Vivo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RiS1C-RcKTI/AAAAAAAAACA/hUV4AZOrz2Y/s1600-h/yuka2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054363744497051954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RiS1C-RcKTI/AAAAAAAAACA/hUV4AZOrz2Y/s320/yuka2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Começo por apresentar as minhas desculpas às pessoas que são supersticiosas e que alimentam superstições relacionadas com gatos pretos. Este post é o resultado duma pesquisa efectuada por mim nos sites: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peantepata.com/desmistificacoes.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.peantepata.com/desmistificacoes.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.felinus.org/index.php?area=artigo&amp;action=show&amp;amp;id=179"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.felinus.org/index.php?area=artigo&amp;action=show&amp;amp;id=179&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostra, sobretudo, a minha opinião sobre o assunto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Gato preto está relacionado com vários mitos e superstições. Dependendo da cultura e religião, este poderá ser sinal de azar ou fortuna. Como tal é vitima de preconceito ou visto como um Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A origem do preconceito surge antes de Cristo atingindo o seu auge na idade média, altura em que os gatos pretos são comparados com o demónio, ou feiticeiras disfarçadas.&lt;br /&gt;Por esta razão, a perseguição levada a cabo pela Inquisição também incluía os gatos pretos. No século XV, o papa Inocêncio VIII (1432-1492) chegou a incluir o gato preto na lista de perseguidos pela Inquisição.&lt;br /&gt;A perseguição e maldade praticada nos animais era semelhante à praticada nas pessoas que não correspondiam ou não tinham os mesmos ideais impostos pelo regime da época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia estas barbaridades, provocadas pelo obscurantismo da sociedade, pelo fanatismo da religião são severamente criticadas. Contudo, a superstição e a perseguição só acabou para as pessoas, para os gatos pretos continua a ser um facto.&lt;br /&gt;Nos tempos modernos continuam envoltos em lendas e preconceitos, fundamentados na incapacidade em questionar a que propósito o facto de se nascer com pelo branco, amarelo ou preto, pode significar azar ou sorte para quem se cruzar ou possuir um destes animais.&lt;br /&gt;Estes pequenos animais, continuam a ser alvos de grandes descriminações e de tortura. São os últimos a ser “adoptados”.&lt;br /&gt;É evidente que não gostar de um gato preto por uma opção estética é um direito natural, contudo, não gostar de um gato preto porque ele dá azar, é, no mínimo, bizarro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguimos ultrapassar a ignorância que levou à prática de actos perversos na altura da inquisição, contudo essa ignorância só foi ultrapassada relativamente às pessoas. Alguns animais continuam a sofrer com isso… Penso que esta na altura de dar o salta de evoluir.&lt;br /&gt;Discriminar 1 gato pela cor do pelo é como discriminar 1 pessoa pela cor da sua pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gato preto esta também associado a superstições positivas. Este era tido como animal sagrado no Antigo Egipto. Bastet, a deusa da felicidade e da fertilidade, era geralmente representada por uma mulher com uma cabeça de gato, bem como o seu animal-totem, que igualmente era considerado um deus. Além de Bastet, Rá e Osíris, também deuses egípcios, ocasionalmente eram representados por figuras felinas.&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente existem relatos de convicções que são a favor dos gatos pretos. Hoje em dia, na Inglaterra o gato preto é um animal a quem se associa boa sorte, simplesmente porque, Charles I, Rei de Inglaterra, possuía um gato preto. Acreditava que este lhe trazia boa sorte e tinha muito medo de o perder. Após a morte desse gato Charles I foi preso.&lt;br /&gt;Na Escócia, quando um gato preto aparece na varanda de uma casa, é sinal de prosperidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha opinião, o Gato preto não se trata do diabo ou de “feiticeiras disfarçadas” nem tão pouco é sinal de fortuna ou sorte. É simplesmente um animal que precisa de atenção, carinho, um lar.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica um apelo, quando pensarem em ter um gato, não discriminem logo à partida por ser preto.&lt;br /&gt;São gatos muito meigos. Na infância tive dois gatos pretos. Sempre foram muito meigos e carinhosos, a gata deixava-me fazer tudo. Eu era bastante pequena e até roupas das bonecas eu lhe vestia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por esta razão quando decidi ter um animal na minha casa, quis que fosse um gato e quis que fosse preto. São, por norma os últimos a ser escolhidos e muitos nunca chegam a ter um lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica algumas fotos da minha gata. Chama-se Yuka, é Japonês e significa “Friendly blossom”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tem 4 meses e é uma boa companhia…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RiS07eRcKSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6MG3j_qNiLA/s1600-h/yuka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054363615648033058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RiS07eRcKSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6MG3j_qNiLA/s320/yuka1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-4622369102126496019?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/4622369102126496019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=4622369102126496019&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/4622369102126496019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/4622369102126496019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/gato-preto-um-diabo-ou-um-deus-talvez.html' title='Gato Preto - Um Diabo ou um Deus? Talvez um simples Ser Vivo...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RiS1C-RcKTI/AAAAAAAAACA/hUV4AZOrz2Y/s72-c/yuka2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-8236683942526350635</id><published>2007-04-13T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:28:49.902Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Bom Fim-de-semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hoje estou mesmo bem disposta... vá-se lá saber porquê... talvez porque o fim-de-semana esteja à porta e por estar um dia lindo??!!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Só queria desejar a todas um optimo fim-de-semana... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Deixo aqui as previsoes do tempo par as grandes cidades :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Sabado 14-04           Domingo 15-04&lt;br /&gt;Porto          10/19                             11/21&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa        10/20                             11/22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Beijinhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-8236683942526350635?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/8236683942526350635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=8236683942526350635&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/8236683942526350635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/8236683942526350635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/bom-fim-de-semana.html' title='Bom Fim-de-semana'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-5413345484599586197</id><published>2007-04-12T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:37.365Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>A Alexia pôs-me a pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hoje está a ser 1 dia normalissimo... nao tenho nada de especial para falar... Estou bem disposta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Estive a ler alguns blogs e é claro que nao pude deixar de ler o da Alexia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tu és demais, deixaste-me a pensar, com os cabelos em pé... a babar-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pronto e como nao tinha mais nada para fazer resolvi fazer 1 pesquisa de imagens só para meter nojo... e deixar o pessoal todo com agua na boca :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Entao aqui vai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Em Honra da Alexia aqui ficam as imagens das pastilhas Gorila e dos Smarties :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rh48tuRcKOI/AAAAAAAAABY/IWGTsEryrAI/s1600-h/_smarties-old.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052542588169234658" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="201" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rh48tuRcKOI/AAAAAAAAABY/IWGTsEryrAI/s320/_smarties-old.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rh480ORcKPI/AAAAAAAAABg/V8qIVntVuZQ/s1600-h/gorila.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052542699838384370" style="CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rh480ORcKPI/AAAAAAAAABg/V8qIVntVuZQ/s320/gorila.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nao me posso esquecer dos M &amp; M's da minha querida manita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rh49HORcKQI/AAAAAAAAABo/8tYRVnp6iVA/s1600-h/MM+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052543026255898882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rh49HORcKQI/AAAAAAAAABo/8tYRVnp6iVA/s320/MM+world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt; Para ti o mundo dos M&amp;amp;M's... Posso dizer que aqui tenho a certeza que seria muito feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E claro os meus favoritos... os meus maravilhosos companheiros em dias de descompensação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eles sao... os grandes: Maltesers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rh49qORcKRI/AAAAAAAAABw/s5t4yGSe5-E/s1600-h/maltesers_350x236.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052543627551320338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rh49qORcKRI/AAAAAAAAABw/s5t4yGSe5-E/s320/maltesers_350x236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Beijinho para todas e sorriam sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-5413345484599586197?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Rh48tuRcKOI/AAAAAAAAABY/IWGTsEryrAI/s72-c/_smarties-old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-5507314517031982607</id><published>2007-04-11T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:37.550Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RhzAFeRcKNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TvItl3Do-bQ/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052124082260945106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RhzAFeRcKNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TvItl3Do-bQ/s320/mother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It’s so simple…&lt;br /&gt;Why you can’t understand me…&lt;br /&gt;I needed freedom…&lt;br /&gt;I needed to be me…&lt;br /&gt;To live…&lt;br /&gt;To know the world, the people, the life….&lt;br /&gt;I respect you, the way you are…&lt;br /&gt;Although I disagree with your way of thinking, I respect you… I love you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is a tumult of feelings&lt;br /&gt;Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I wanted to live&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be me…&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t remain there…&lt;br /&gt;Acting like you wanted… saying what you wanted hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will never understand my decision…&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t belong there…&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t hold you more…&lt;br /&gt;I needed to fly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted be happy… be who I am.. not what you wanted me to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am not an image of you, or an image of what you wanted to be and never were…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe… someday… you will understand my decision, my attitude…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe… someday… you will stop looking just for yourself and see what I suffered&lt;br /&gt;Maybe… someday… we will love each other with no demands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meantime I just wanted you to know that I loved you, I love you and I always will…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-5507314517031982607?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/5507314517031982607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=5507314517031982607&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/5507314517031982607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/5507314517031982607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RhzAFeRcKNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TvItl3Do-bQ/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-3292193493569082828</id><published>2007-04-11T09:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:29:29.057Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>The Music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygM04GNXQv8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygM04GNXQv8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-3292193493569082828?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/3292193493569082828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=3292193493569082828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/3292193493569082828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/3292193493569082828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/phantom-of-opera-angels.html' title='The Music Video'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-251342941981990078</id><published>2007-04-10T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:29:37.999Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>My Music....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Withintemptation - The Silence of Force (2004) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sparkling angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You are my saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In my time of need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blinded by faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I couldn't hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All the whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The warning's so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I see the angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll lead them to your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There is no escape now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now mercy no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No remorse 'cause I still remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The smile when you tore me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You took my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Deceived me right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You showed me dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wished they'd turn to real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You broke the promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And made me realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was all just a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sparkling angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your dark intensions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your feelings for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fallen angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tell me why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What is the reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The thorn in your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I see the angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll lead them to your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There is no escape now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No mercy no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No remorse 'cause I still remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The smile when you tore me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Could have been forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now we have reached the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This world may have failed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It doesn't give the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You could have chosen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A different path of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The smile when you tore me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You took my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Deceived me right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You showed me dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wished they'd turn in to real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You broke a promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And made me realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was all just a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Could have been forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now we have reached the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KB9tfib4kBw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KB9tfib4kBw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-251342941981990078?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/251342941981990078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=251342941981990078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/251342941981990078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/251342941981990078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-music.html' title='My Music....'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-9187019431155293074</id><published>2007-04-05T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:37.738Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sobre mim...'/><title type='text'>um pouco mais de mim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RhT8VO1a_4I/AAAAAAAAABI/Xpn8ngjD7N0/s1600-h/carav_medusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049938523878784898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RhT8VO1a_4I/AAAAAAAAABI/Xpn8ngjD7N0/s320/carav_medusa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Medusa" de Caravaggio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caravaggio é dos meus Pintores preferidos, gostava de vos deixar aqui a imagem do quadro mais emblematico deste grande artista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tive a felicidade de ver pessoalmente exposto no museu Uffizi em Florença em Maio do ano passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma boa Páscoa para todas e bom fim-de-semana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BeiJinhoS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-9187019431155293074?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/9187019431155293074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=9187019431155293074&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/9187019431155293074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/9187019431155293074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-pouco-mais-de-mim.html' title='um pouco mais de mim....'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RhT8VO1a_4I/AAAAAAAAABI/Xpn8ngjD7N0/s72-c/carav_medusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-2849694360978169340</id><published>2007-04-04T09:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:29:56.851Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>E hoje já é Quarta....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cá estamos nós, mais um dia, amanhã é o último dia de trabalho da semana, três dias em casa.... hummmm, vai saber bem de certeza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje gostava de falar no significado de Bia. Segundo a pesquisa que fiz, descobri que Bia vem do Grego e deriva do latim: Pia, Pietas, Pius, Piare (Piedade). No grego a letra P altera-se para B.&lt;br /&gt;Relacionados com Bia temos então: Bios (vida), Piedade ou caridade, revelando assim um lado Espiritual muito forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIA = Força moral e física, pessoa movida pelo coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que há uns anos atrás este nome não constava da lista de nomes próprios permitidos em Portugal. Contudo, agora já consta o que é bom porque se eu tiver 1 filha vai chamar-se Bia.&lt;br /&gt;A Onomástica Portuguesa pode ser consultada no link abaixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ferrao.org/onomastica/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://ferrao.org/onomastica/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E agora falando de receitas... Pois é, ontem lá estive eu novamente a inventar... Isto de ter casa à pouco tempo é engraçado é... No inicio é só inovações daqui por 2 mesitos ou menos, vou ao Lidl e compro os pré-cozinhados todos que lá houver :-)&lt;br /&gt;Então ontem decidi fazer arroz de frango no forno, ficou muito bom, a receita que eu passo a explicar resultou da minha imaginação, uma mistura de receitas e resultou muito bem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Arroz de Frango no Forno à Bia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;(Para 3 pessoas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Peitos de Frango&lt;br /&gt;100g de bacon&lt;br /&gt;1 Cebola&lt;br /&gt;Alho QB&lt;br /&gt;Açafrão QB&lt;br /&gt;Pimenta&lt;br /&gt;Sal&lt;br /&gt;Azeite&lt;br /&gt;Salsa QB&lt;br /&gt;Manteiga&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1/2 copo de arroz&lt;br /&gt;3 Copos d'agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Liga-se o forno a 200º.&lt;br /&gt;Faz-se o refogado com a cebola, alho (eu uso alho congelado porque já estou farta de andar com os dedos a cheirar a alho:-) e azeite QB, depois adicionam-se os peitos de frango aos pedaços pequenos e o bacon. Vai-se mexendo para que o frango cozinhe de todos os lados e de seguida adiciona-se os 3 copos de agua, o açafrão, tempera-se com sal e pimenta a gosto. Deixa-se ferver e coloca-se a Salsa.&lt;br /&gt;Num recipiente para forno coloca-se um pouco de manteiga, vai ao forno até derreter a manteiga. Envolve-se o arroz na manteiga, adiciona-se o preparado de frango e vai ao forno a 200º até estar pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Se preferirem podem juntar queijo ralado no final e deixar a gratinar um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem espero que gostem, ficou muito bom, é simples de fazer e não suja muita loiça :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E por hoje é tudo... beijinhos e um bom dia para todas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-2849694360978169340?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/2849694360978169340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=2849694360978169340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/2849694360978169340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/2849694360978169340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-hoje-j-quarta.html' title='E hoje já é Quarta....'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-8207003086337228069</id><published>2007-04-03T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:37.940Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RhI3STO-UqI/AAAAAAAAABA/5SceEPC8IN8/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049158919775998626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RhI3STO-UqI/AAAAAAAAABA/5SceEPC8IN8/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E o fim-de-semana já se foi, vem outro muito melhor a caminho, um fim-de-semana de 3 dias :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de amêndoas, pão-de-ló, só coisas que engordam ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho grandes novidades para contar hoje... apenas que ando muuuuuuuuuuuito cansada, cheia de trabalho e com vontade de explodir;)&lt;br /&gt;Pronto ando 1 bocadinho de nada stressada... com tiques nervosos e cuspo-me de vez em quando :-))) (just kidding), nada de grave :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem desejo a todas um bom dia :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não se esqueçam: Sorriam... porque:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt; "A SMILE costs nothing, but gives much"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4752969498658170433-8207003086337228069?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/8207003086337228069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=8207003086337228069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/8207003086337228069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/8207003086337228069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/04/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RhI3STO-UqI/AAAAAAAAABA/5SceEPC8IN8/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-539908283452898722</id><published>2007-03-30T15:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:30:16.059Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olá, antes de mais quero agradecer a todas as pessoas que visitaram e visitam o meu blog... para todas 1 beijinho grande...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é 6ª Feira, finalmente... estou de rastos, preciso mesmo do tão esperado "Weekend" ;)&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nada de especial para dizer, tenho algumas ideias mas preciso de fazer 1 pesquisa para quando postar estar tudo muito bem explicadinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto vou falar dos planos para o fim-de-semana... não são nada de especial:  compras, arrumação da casa, estar com os amigos e família...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a planear no Sábado fazer 1 jantarito e como sempre já planeei a ementa aqui fica para quem quiser experimentar... Não sei como se chama o prato, mas fica muito bom :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;0,5kg de carne picada com chouriço corrente picado&lt;br /&gt;Vinho branco&lt;br /&gt;Louro&lt;br /&gt;Pimenta&lt;br /&gt;Sal&lt;br /&gt;Polpa de tomate&lt;br /&gt;1 Cebola&lt;br /&gt;1 a 2 dentes d'alho&lt;br /&gt;2 Copos de arroz agulha&lt;br /&gt;2 Cenouras&lt;br /&gt;Óleo ou azeite QB&lt;br /&gt;2 Caixas de esparregado congelado&lt;br /&gt;Queijo Mozarella ralado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparação:&lt;br /&gt;Faz-se um refogado com cebola alho azeite, quando estiver +/- no ponto adicionar o vinho branco (+/- 1 copo) e o louro, deixa-se apurar 1 pouco junta-se um pouco d'agua e polpa de tomate.  Junta-se a carne picada e tempera-se com sal e pimenta... Deixa-se cozinhar até estar praticamente seco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o arroz: coloca-se 1 pouco de óleo ou azeite num tacho ao lume 2 copos de arroz agulha mistura-se com o óleo e deixa-se estar assim por 3 minutos +/-, mexendo de vez em quando. Acrescenta-se 4 copos de água a ferver e a cenoura ralada, tempera-se com sal e deixa-se até ficar pronto.&lt;br /&gt;A parte prepara-se o esparregado de acordo com as indicações da embalagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estiver tudo pronto  coloca-se em camadas numa assadeira: Carne, esparregado e arroz... polvilha-se com o queijo ralado, vai ao forno ate dourar ligeiramente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que gostem! Um bom fim-de-semana!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-539908283452898722?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/539908283452898722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=539908283452898722&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/539908283452898722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/539908283452898722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend.html' title='Weekend...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-613022931488077917</id><published>2007-03-28T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:38.092Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Pa ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RgqLXDO-UpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uXCg5V4jhEM/s1600-h/camelia+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046999560543425170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RgqLXDO-UpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uXCg5V4jhEM/s320/camelia+rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti minha amiga/mana "Gioconda" um grande &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OBRIGADA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada &lt;/strong&gt;por me bateres "psicologicamente" sempre que precisei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada&lt;/strong&gt; por me aconselhares como se fosses a minha própria mãe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada&lt;/strong&gt; por estares lá quando precisei e preciso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada&lt;/strong&gt; por me apoiares e me indicares o caminho mesmo quando eu fui casmurra o suficiente para não o seguir ou ver; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada&lt;/strong&gt; por te afastares quando eu também precisei; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Há tempo para tudo na vida e acho que em todos os momentos, maus e bons, nos momentos de solidão, nos momentos de introspecção e aprendizagem soubeste estar da melhor forma... mesmo quando achei que estavas a ser injusta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Todos os momentos foram precisos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Todos os momentos são necessários para nos transformar no que somos, para nos aperfeiçoar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sabes que gosto muito de ti e que tens um lugar muito especial no meu coração.. portanto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; por seres quem és: &lt;strong&gt;irmã, amiga, frontal, sincera e LINDA :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A imagem da Camelia Rosa é para ti! Segundo uma pesquisa que fiz a Camelia Rosa significa &lt;strong&gt;grandeza da alma&lt;/strong&gt; :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;~ Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-613022931488077917?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/613022931488077917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=613022931488077917&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/613022931488077917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/613022931488077917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/03/pa-ti_28.html' title='Pa ti...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RgqLXDO-UpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uXCg5V4jhEM/s72-c/camelia+rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-5918188253270475441</id><published>2007-03-27T16:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:38.298Z</updated><title type='text'>Today better than yesterday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RglNWSSU2hI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZaOQ9EkjviA/s1600-h/infnshd_by_lipderpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046649902706514450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RglNWSSU2hI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZaOQ9EkjviA/s320/infnshd_by_lipderpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pois é e cá estou eu "again" menos "ressacada", hoje já dormi melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Aposto que ninguém fez a receita que eu postei ontem porque ninguem vê o meu blog, hehehehe, mas não tem mal porque eu também não fiz :-)&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi dia de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bacalhau à Braz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... é verdade, nunca tinha feito e saiu muito bem...&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pacote de batata palha 250g&lt;br /&gt;200g de migas de bacalhau (demolhadas dum dia para o outro)&lt;br /&gt;Leite QB&lt;br /&gt;1 cebola grande&lt;br /&gt;2 dentes d'alho&lt;br /&gt;Azeite QB&lt;br /&gt;Salsa QB&lt;br /&gt;Pimenta QB&lt;br /&gt;3 Ovos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparação:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa recipiente coloca-se as batatas e regam-se com leite para ficarem amolecidas. De seguida, faz-se o refogado com a cebola, alho e azeite. Acrescenta-se o bacalhau e deixa refogar mais um pouco, de seguida a batata palha, envolve-se tudo muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;à parte batem-se os ovos com uma pitada de pimenta... incorporam-se os ovos e a salsa e mexe-se com cuidado para ficarem ligeiramente cozinhados. E voila... Já está :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou numa de receitas agora... acho que esta fase vai passar rápido :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-5918188253270475441?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/5918188253270475441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=5918188253270475441&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/5918188253270475441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/5918188253270475441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-better-than-yesterday.html' title='Today better than yesterday....'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RglNWSSU2hI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZaOQ9EkjviA/s72-c/infnshd_by_lipderpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-395987712129335294</id><published>2007-03-26T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:38.529Z</updated><title type='text'>E como hoje é Segunda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RgfPKySU2gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Feuyy8NG8Kk/s1600-h/Funny_dog_monday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046229691696208386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RgfPKySU2gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Feuyy8NG8Kk/s320/Funny_dog_monday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bem, e como hoje é Segunda-Feira e estamos todos a "ressacar" do fim-de-semana... e diga-se que estou mesmo a ressacar porque não consegui dormir hoje :-( Estou com uma cara de Zombie.... :-)&lt;br /&gt;Mas como estava eu a dizer, hoje é Segunda-Feira e a vontade é pouca para tudo, então para as donas de casa ou os "donos" de casa :-) fica aqui uma sugestão rápida para o jantar de logo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tortilha no Forno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiambre QB&lt;br /&gt;1 Lata de Cogumelos&lt;br /&gt;Queijo Ralado QB&lt;br /&gt;Batata palha&lt;br /&gt;Margarina QB&lt;br /&gt;4 Ovos&lt;br /&gt;Sal&lt;br /&gt;Pimenta&lt;br /&gt;Orégãos&lt;br /&gt;Fermento em pó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparação:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligar o forno a 200º.&lt;br /&gt;Untar uma tarteira  com  margarina, colocar batata palha até cobrir o fundo, os cogumelos lavados e escorridos, o fiambre partido e o queijo ralado.&lt;br /&gt;À parte batem-se os ovos com pimenta, sal, orégãos e uma pitada de fermento. Depois de bem batidos juntam-se aos ingredientes que já estão na tarteira e vai ao forno por 15 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já experimentei e fica muito boa mesmo :-) É rápido, simples e não suja muito...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-395987712129335294?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/395987712129335294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=395987712129335294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/395987712129335294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/395987712129335294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/03/e-como-hoje-segunda.html' title='E como hoje é Segunda...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RgfPKySU2gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Feuyy8NG8Kk/s72-c/Funny_dog_monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752969498658170433.post-6630486166336953657</id><published>2007-03-23T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:38.845Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RgPOpCSU2fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PaztzjwX-XY/s1600-h/olho%20verde-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045103211968780786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RgPOpCSU2fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PaztzjwX-XY/s320/olho%2520verde-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como surgiu o Nick Mehitabel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Antes de mais passo a explicar o significado do nome Mehitabel: Mehitabel é de origem Hebraica e significa: "Abençoada por Deus".Este nome surgiu a partir de Mehetabel, um nome bíblico. Mehetabel foi mulher de um dos Reis mencionados no antigo testamento. O nome traduzido para Português é Meetabel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas, por estranho que pareça não foi por intermédio da Bíblia que este nome me cativou mas sim por intermédio de um romance que li na minha adolescência. O Livro intitula-se "A Mascara Veneziana" e é duma escritora pouco conhecida em Portugal: Rosalind Laker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este livro retrata Veneza do Sec. XVIII no seu auge de cultura e arte. Na altura lembro-me que adorei o livro e li duas vezes seguidas... Resumindo, foi desta forma que surgiu o meu nick... apaixonei-me por completo pela historia, só tenho pena de não ter o livro, visto que foi emprestado na altura... Talvez se o lê-se agora não teria o impacto que teve na altura, até porque este livro foi lançado em 1992 e pelas minhas contas eu devo ter lido o livro em 1996. Na adolescência todos os romances que lemos são lindos, maravilhosos... as paginas dos romances até parecem cor-de-rosa :-) Portanto, provavelmente se o tivesse lido agora seria apenas mais um livro... Como o li há uns valentes anos atrás foi especial e criou impacto, nunca esqueci o livro... Agora não me lembro dos pormenores todos... é obvio... estou a ficar meia caquetica já... mas sei que a personagem principal do livro tinha olhos verdes e cabelos ruivos :-) que coisa mai linda, ah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto aqui fica a introdução do blog... espero que não esteja má de todo :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752969498658170433-6630486166336953657?l=mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/feeds/6630486166336953657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752969498658170433&amp;postID=6630486166336953657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/6630486166336953657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752969498658170433/posts/default/6630486166336953657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehitabel-bia.blogspot.com/2007/03/como-surgiu-o-nick-mehitabel-antes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02407964417941188985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/Sp54xu_fscI/AAAAAAAAALM/XgoXkD7b548/S220/Mehitabel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnYtb8gkpSg/RgPOpCSU2fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PaztzjwX-XY/s72-c/olho%2520verde-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
