<?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-20160912</id><updated>2012-01-06T14:30:27.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>q.u.i.t.o.s.o</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-84415866555281377</id><published>2008-06-14T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:57:18.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review : The Incredible Hulk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SFQa3GA-SvI/AAAAAAAAABE/HbdmJj3iiic/s1600-h/19.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211820202584328946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SFQa3GA-SvI/AAAAAAAAABE/HbdmJj3iiic/s400/19.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having been one of the people who actually liked the first Hulk movie , I must say that I was shocked to know that Universal was preparing itself to make another film , not a sequel , but a new interpretation of the adventures of the non jolly green giant . When it was widely reported on the press that Edward Norton had signed on to play the part of Bruce Banner , the Hulk´s alter ego , I was extremely suspicious , considering that Norton is seen as an extremely serious actor , who apart from one or two light movies , alwas seemed to have a thing for dark projects such as "Fight Club" amongst others . This new version , or reivention , obviously needed a new director , so the studio decided to hire a french director Louis Leterrier , the man behind the "Transporter" films , something that made me think that this project was doomed from the start , and not even the fact that Liv Tyler and William Hurt jumped on board , made me reconsider my point of view as far as considering that a new Hulk film wasn´t needed was concerned . So what do I have to say , now that I´ve seen the film ? Is this new Hulk better than the 2003 version ? One of the things that people will immediatly notice is the change of tone . Whilst Ang Lee´s film really had very few romantic and funny moments , this one gives enough space for the relationship between Bruce and Betty to blossom , and we do find ourselves thinking that their relationship is really what drives the film , considering that Betty is the only one who manages to calm down the beast . The fact that if people thought that there wasn´t any chemistry between Eric Bana and Jennifer Connelly , they will be extremely disapointed once the first scenes that show Edward Norton and Liv Tyler appear on screen - there isn´t a chemistry , only one or two moments when we could feel that the two actors were really trying to make that fictional relationship work . I couldn´t help but to think that Tyler actually had far more chemistry with the Hulk than with Norton himself . As for Edward Norton , all that I can say is that he´s a better Bruce Banner than Eric Bana , even though sometimes we feel that he just couldn´t care less for what he was doing , and Bana seemed to have taken the job more seriously - too seriously for a comic book movie . The truth is that Ang Lee´s film tried to be more than a simple super hero flick for it dealt with matters that one may find in the books , but certainly doesn´t expect to find them in a movie which is mostly targeted at children or youngsters who only want to see the Hulk smash and destroy everything that stands in his way . This film is more of an action movie , and the action sequences are quite impressive , especially the first time we have the chance to see the Hulk , or glimpses of him , on screen , while he´s fighting a bunch of bad guys in a brazilian factory , and the final battle between the green monster and the Abomination , played by Tim Roth , who is the one who delivers the best performance . Liv Tyler tries to convince us that she really is the new Betty Ross but there was something about her performance that made me doubt her acting skills , even though Betty does have more to do in this film than in the previous one . William Hurt delivers a boring , if yet sometimes truly menacing , performance as General Ross , but after one or two lines , one feels that his character is extremely one dimensional . What really steals the show are the special effects , which are quite incredible , even though the Hulk sometimes looks like a doll and so does his arch nemesis , but still , the film really is a visual feast , an amazing spectacle to watch in front of the silver screen . Marvel fans will certainly recognize certain elements that are a trademark of the Marvel universe , such as references to other characters like Captain America and of course , Tony Stark aka Iron Man , who appears in the final scene . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had the story been smarter and some of the performances better , I could say that this film was better than the one that was released 5 years ago , but for now I shall say that it´s neither better or worst , they´re both at the same level , the only major difference being that Ang Lee´s version was more introspective and this one focuses more on special effects and action sequences , sometimes failing , sometimes succeeding .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Incredible Hulk : 0 to 10 : 6&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/20160912-84415866555281377?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/84415866555281377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=84415866555281377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/84415866555281377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/84415866555281377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2008/06/review-incredible-hulk.html' title='Review : The Incredible Hulk'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SFQa3GA-SvI/AAAAAAAAABE/HbdmJj3iiic/s72-c/19.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-6018104898032970551</id><published>2008-05-28T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:24:01.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os últimos a rir ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SD2sQTdm0OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-5XeG1xJijE/s1600-h/22.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205506140412498146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SD2sQTdm0OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-5XeG1xJijE/s400/22.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os analistas americanos devem estar todos a coçar a cabeça , tendo em conta os fracos resultados de bilheteira do filme As Crónicas de Narnia : Príncipe Caspian , em exibição nos Estados Unidos . O filme , sequela do grande êxito de 2005 : As Crónicas de Narnia : O Leão , A Bruxa e o Guarda Roupa , está longe de ser considerado um fracasso , tendo em conta que só chegou às salas de cinema à duas semanas atrás . No entanto , e como tem vindo a ser hábito nestas coisas relacionadas com o cinema , os números da estreia no que à receita de bilheteira diz respeito , ficaram abaixo do esperado . O primeiro filme conseguiu arrecadar logo nos primeiros 3 dias de exibição : 74 milhões de dólares , enquanto que a sua sequela conseguiu alcançar 59,9 milhões de dólares . Ora , qual o motivo por detrás de tamanha surpresa ? Muitos dizem que o primeiro filme foi um gigantesco sucesso de bilheteira não só porque foi lançado depois do quarto filme da saga Harry Potter - Harry Potter e o Cálice de Fogo - mas porque continha todos os ingredientes presentes num filme que diz querer ser para toda a família . Este "Príncipe Caspian" acaba de ser lançado 5 meses depois do previsto , devido aos complexo efeitos especiais , vê-se assim forçado a competir com grandes super produções , nomeadamente : Iron Man , o novo Indiana Jones e o ainda por estrear The Incredible Hulk , com estreia agendada para o dia 12 de Junho , em Portugal . Não pondo este aspecto de parte , acho que os " fracos " resultados de bilheteira devem-se ao facto de quase toda a gente , americana ou não , ter pensado que este filme seria como que uma cópia do primeiro , onde quase ninguém morreu e onde apenas houve espaço para uma gigantesca batalha final . A verdade é que quem não leu os livros da saga , sendo a leitura das obras uma " máxima " não obrigatória é claro , mas que deve ser aplicada a outras obras literárias , acabará sempre por se sentir incomodado , pois aquilo que vê no ecrã não corresponde às suas expectativas . O mesmo aconteceu com o filme " A Bússola Dourada " , um filme que foi visto por muitos como um filme para crianças devidos aos animais falantes e ambientes fantásticos . Quando o filme foi lançado para os cinemas , debaixo de várias críticas , muitas das quais injustas , o público americano virou-lhe as costas , enquanto que o resto do Mundo abraçou-o e fez dele um grande sucesso a nível internacional . Será este o caso do novo filme baseado na obra de C.S. Lewis ? Ou gostaram os americanos dos filmes da saga Lord of The Rings por causa das grandes batalhas que tiveram lugar nos dois últimos filmes da saga ? Verdade seja dita que quando se lê a obra por detrás do filme , acabamos por fazer determinadas comparações , de vez em quando um tanto ou quanto desnecessárias , mas se não os lermos , não teremos nós que estar preparadas para todos os tipos de surpresas ? E será que conseguirão os europeus salvar sagas que , dependendo da reacção do público norte americano , serão postas de parte , dando lugar a adaptações para cinema de histórias de super hérois ? Será que no fim , Hollywood acabará por ceder à pressão das camadas infanto juvenis ou vai voltar a desbravar terrenos cinematográficos ?&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/20160912-6018104898032970551?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/6018104898032970551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=6018104898032970551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/6018104898032970551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/6018104898032970551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2008/05/os-ltimos-rir.html' title='Os últimos a rir ....'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SD2sQTdm0OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-5XeG1xJijE/s72-c/22.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-8581700705136335565</id><published>2008-05-28T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:47:04.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review : Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull ( Warning:Spoilers Ahead )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SD2Dxzdm0NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JqldLn-oCm0/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205461635961376978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SD2Dxzdm0NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JqldLn-oCm0/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the new Indiana Jones film is already being shown in cinemas across the world , with one or two exceptions , and most critics seem to agree that this new Indy film will be the year´s biggest success story , due to the hype that has surrounded this project since rumours about a possible sequel first started to appear on the internet . For me, the waiting did pay of even though some people probably won´t like this film . Unlike previous Indy films that asserted themselves as adventure flicks , set against a backdrop of beautiful if yet dangerous locations , where our hero was forced to fight against deadly foes such as the Nazis and a mysterious Indian cult , Kingdom of the Crystal Skull has a serious problem : sometimes it feels like an old fashioned adventure film , that constantly reminds us of some the films that were made during the 30s and 40s , towards its end , the film looks more like a Third Encounters had it taken place in places such as Peru or Mexico . Previous reports said that the film would not have a lot of special effects but , and even though some films are much heavier as far as the use of computerized imagery is concerned , this film also has a wide range of visual flair ( computerized monkeys and ants included ) . Had the film kept the pace and creativeness featured in the first 30 minutes , I could say that a new classic had been made , but as it progresses and some action sequences end up stretching themselves more than they should´ve , we have the feeling we have already seen some of those things before - the entire ant sequence reminded me of the ant sequence featured in the ghastly " The Scorpion King " , and some of the stunts make us want to say " I´ve seen it all before ! " . So what differenciates this film from previous action adventures such as The Mummy or even Sky Captain and The World of Tomorrow ? The fact that this is Indiana Jones , we know from the start that for a couple of hours we must suspend our disbilief . What we cannot do is to tolerate the presence of some irritating characters such as the one played by Ray Winstone , whose scenes if not his entire presence , should have been digitally erased . Shia Labeouf does a great job as the rebellious Mutt , but the fact that he´s Indiana Jones son still doesn´t justify some of his stunts such as being able to swordfight while standing in a car that is in motion . John Hurt also manages to deliver a significantly good performance as the supposedly gone loony Oxley , even though some of his lines make you want to cover your ears - of all the characters in the film I couldn´t help but to think that his was the one that took itself most seriously . Karen Allen comes back as Marion Ravenwood , and even though she´s older , she still hasn´t lost her edge - the character is still witty and smart . Cate Blanchett plays the part of the villain , Russian agent Irina Spalko , and even though her character is far from being considered an unforgettable villain , there were moments when I felt that the actress really believed in the material that she had been given and seemed to really relish the part of a psychic agent capable of killing hundreds of people for the single purpose of achieving her goals . And last , but certainly not least , we come to Harrison Ford , and lets just say that without him, this film couldn´t have been made . The moment he appears on screen and we can listen to his character´s theme tune in the background , we´re taken to the good old days of crazy adventures that took Indy around the world . This Indy , is grumpier and no longer does what he does best for the single purpose of achieving fame and glory , but he´s still capable of battling bad guys and looks convincing while doing it , especially with all that charisma and sense of humor . The wardrobe is flawless and so is the cinematography courtesy of Spielberg´s trusty aid Januz Kaminski . The special effects are quite good as well, especially in the final moments of the film , thanks to the extremely talented guys at Industrial Light &amp;amp; Magic . I can´t say that this is summer´s best flick , since the blockbuster season only started a few weeks ago , but it´s rare to find a blockbuster that doesn´t try to teach us something , just wants us to enjoy the ride . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull : 0 to 10 : 6&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/20160912-8581700705136335565?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/8581700705136335565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=8581700705136335565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/8581700705136335565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/8581700705136335565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2008/05/review-indiana-jones-and-kingdom-of.html' title='Review : Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull ( Warning:Spoilers Ahead )'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SD2Dxzdm0NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JqldLn-oCm0/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-8588552844886794274</id><published>2008-04-27T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T09:03:37.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SBSiEJT2pSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/F0BqNnulkOs/s1600-h/Stuff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193954462367393058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SBSiEJT2pSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/F0BqNnulkOs/s400/Stuff+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; O povo português mete graça , pois diz que quer ser levado a sério , mas acho que no fundo , no fundo , quer que o tratem como crianças mal educadas. Tanto foi escrito e comentado na televisão acerca da derrapagem orçamental levada a cabo pela empresa responsável pela renovação do Túnel do Rossio , mas aquando da reabertura do emblemático espaço lisboeta , eis que as pessoas mais pareciam esfomeadas do que outra coisa , pois atroplevam-se umas às outras , só para ver o resultado final de anos de espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Segundo caso : o destaque dado ao jogador de futebol Cristiano Ronaldo e à sua nova namorada espanhola . Ao que parece , os portugueses gostariam que os dois fossem , caso isto ainda fosse uma monarquia , Rei e Rainha de Portugal , pois nem o nome dos mais altos representantes da Nação sabem , mas tenho quase a certeza que sabem qual a marca de sapatos favorita da rapariga em questão . Os meios de comunicação também não ajudam , principalmente quando dedicam horas da sua programação , a assuntos menores como este , quando assuntos mais importantes tais como o novo código laboral entre outros , deveriam estar na ordem do dia . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aproxima-se o Euro 2008 e mais uma vez Portugal será levado por uma onda de euforia futebolística . Os jogadores serão vistos como hérois , cujo objectivo é entreter um povo burro , saloio , estereotipada e acima de tudo , agarrado ao passado .&lt;br /&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/20160912-8588552844886794274?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/8588552844886794274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=8588552844886794274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/8588552844886794274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/8588552844886794274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2008/04/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SBSiEJT2pSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/F0BqNnulkOs/s72-c/Stuff+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-8367192242702944010</id><published>2008-04-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T08:52:35.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Portuguese Skies !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SBSeGZT2pRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OBUDtM96Oqw/s1600-h/Stuff+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193950102975587602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SBSeGZT2pRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OBUDtM96Oqw/s400/Stuff+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tenho quase a certeza que muitos de vocês estão a pensar que eu vou , mais uma vez , falar sobre Portugal , mas na verdade , hoje vou falar sobre a Inglaterra, embora o nosso país tenha algo a ver com aquilo que será aqui escrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Inglaterra vai a votos no dia 9 de Maio.  Nesse dia , terão lugar em solo britânico , as eleições autárquicas. Não é surpresa para ninguém que a cidade de Londres , esteja no centro de todas as atenções , devido ao seu estatuto de capital e à sua importância económica e cultural de um ponto de vista global . O canal de notícias Sky News irá transmitir já na segunda feira , um debate com os três principais candidatos , depois de ter sido realizada uma reportagem que irá mostrar aos telespectadores o dia a dia dos candidatos e acima de tudo , irá questionar o seu conhecimento sobre Londres e a sua área metropolitana , onde segundo alguns estudos , vivem cerca de 7 milhões de pessoas. E é aqui que enfio , digamos assim , Portugal , porque acho que nós deveriamos seguir o exemplo britânico e entrevistar os próximos candidatos à Câmara Municipal de Lisboa e do Porto , as duas principais cidades portuguesas . É necessário que os candidatos demonstrem que estão a par dos problemas das suas cidades e que estejam cientes que serão extremamente criticados por quem os vê , caso não saibam responder a nenhuma das perguntas correctamente . Mas será que tal iniciativa alguma vez será levada a cabo neste País ? Um país onde até mesmo jornalistas que trabalham para um canal de televisão privado , dizem ao segundo maior representante da Nação , que não será feita determinada pergunta , porque tais jornalistas já sabem de antemão , que tal , não terá resposta ? Passamos a vida a dizer que a estratificação social ainda é levada muito a sério no Reino Unido mas , e embora nunca tenha ido a Inglaterra , acho que deviamos observar aquilo que se passa aqui dentro. Os nossos representantes colocam-se em pedestais , pedindo às pessoas que andem de transportes públicos , quando eles não dão o exemplo , chegando mesmo a contractar alguém que conduza por eles . Se em Portugal não houvesse distinção social , não teriamos que suportar aquelas horriveis séries , supostamente cómicas ( mas de cariz duvidoso ) em que nos é apresentada uma patroa , na maioria das vezes de Lisboa ( que parece querer dizer que em Lisboa , as pessoas são todas cultas e com estilo ) e a sua empregada , palerma , proveniente das Beiras ou de Trás os montes . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E assim vai a vida neste rectângulo .....&lt;br /&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/20160912-8367192242702944010?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/8367192242702944010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=8367192242702944010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/8367192242702944010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/8367192242702944010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2008/04/under-portuguese-skies.html' title='Under Portuguese Skies !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/SBSeGZT2pRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OBUDtM96Oqw/s72-c/Stuff+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-2180358105542742571</id><published>2007-12-14T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:35:27.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Petition To Save The Golden Compass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nuno Vasco Madeira Vilão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160912-2180358105542742571?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/2180358105542742571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=2180358105542742571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/2180358105542742571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/2180358105542742571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2007/12/online-petition-to-save-golden-compass.html' title='Online Petition To Save The Golden Compass'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-6078321998380810358</id><published>2007-12-09T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:19:53.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review - The Golden Compass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/R1w5CHPOFvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lr2mnWNWbNA/s1600-h/Compass"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142047583015671538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/R1w5CHPOFvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lr2mnWNWbNA/s400/Compass" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those of you who haven´t seen The Golden Compass , I shall start this review by saying that it is not a children´s film, even though one may be led to believe that it is because of the talking animals or daemons and the not so cute and cuddly polar bears. The action of the film takes place in a universe much like our own , but in this world , humans are accompanied by the human manifestation of their souls. When they´re still little , their daemons can shapeshift and become every sort of animal they wish , but when one gets older , the daemon acquires his permanent shape. And it is in this universe where we find the heroine of the film , Lyra , who is out on a quest to save her best friend Roger and other kids from the clutches of the evil Gobblers . Along the way Lyra crosses paths with a wide of characters , from a mysterious woman called Mrs. Coulter who she meets while still at Jordan College , to an armoured polar bear called Iorek. Lyra soon discovers that her task is even bigger than she had first expected since not only does she have to save the children of the gyptian families who help her in her quest , but she also has to help her uncle Asriel escape from the evil Magisterium , an organization bent on forcing humans to see things the way they want them to be seen , leaving no space for free will or free thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This film is based on a popular trilogy of books written by author Phillip Pullman . While in the books , name of the organization that runs Lyra´s world is The Church , in the film producers have decided to call it The Magisterium. The film has come under attack by some Christian and Catholic groups in the United States because the groups´s leaders say that it promotes atheism amongst other things that the Catholic church still fears in the XXIst century. Having cost 180 million dollars to make , The Golden Compass is a visual spectacle from start to finish and in that relies its strength , but also its biggest flaw , for sometimes one just totally forgets about the characters and focuses on everything computer generated , especially a particularly gruesome bear fight. The performances are good , especially those of Dakota Blue Richards as Lyra and Nicole Kidman as Mrs. Coulters , who supposedly is the film´s main villain. Daniel Craig and Eva Green are also good , but perhaps their characters deserved a bit more screen time in order to help the viewer understand the reasons that drive them . One can say that the fact that the film is smaller than previous first chapters of epic fantasies such as The Lord Of The Rings is a good thing , but in a way I think that the producers should not have cut some scenes but the action pace is so fast that one sometimes find keeping up with the story a bit difficult .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall I have to say tha The Golden Compass is a good movie , perhaps not as deep as the books but still a considerably thought provoking fantasy epic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Golden Compass : 0 to 10 :6&lt;br /&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/20160912-6078321998380810358?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/6078321998380810358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=6078321998380810358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/6078321998380810358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/6078321998380810358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2007/12/review-golden-compass.html' title='Review - The Golden Compass'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/R1w5CHPOFvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Lr2mnWNWbNA/s72-c/Compass' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-8621716170873595669</id><published>2007-07-14T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:32:48.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BSB- Best Summer Blockbusters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1- Spider-Man III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2- Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3- Ocean´s 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4- Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5- Pirates of The Caribean : At World´s End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6- Fantastic Four 2 : Rise Of The Silver Surfer&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/20160912-8621716170873595669?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/8621716170873595669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=8621716170873595669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/8621716170873595669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/8621716170873595669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2007/07/bsb-best-summer-blockbusters.html' title='BSB- Best Summer Blockbusters'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-8124250999330186021</id><published>2007-06-29T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:19:26.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans</title><content type='html'>Something that takes hours to build , only takes a few seconds to shatter - look at what happen in New Orleans !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160912-8124250999330186021?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/8124250999330186021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=8124250999330186021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/8124250999330186021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/8124250999330186021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-orleans.html' title='New Orleans'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-9111111452543040959</id><published>2007-06-29T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:18:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle Light !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Portugal has reached the end of a very long and dark tunnel , but all of us forgot to bring the candle light !&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/20160912-9111111452543040959?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/9111111452543040959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=9111111452543040959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/9111111452543040959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/9111111452543040959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2007/06/candle-light.html' title='Candle Light !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-7616823681992141073</id><published>2007-05-28T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:45:40.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review : Zodiac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/RltFP1PPTSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lrC4XYOP9cA/s1600-h/zodiac_ver2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069721943826976034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/RltFP1PPTSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lrC4XYOP9cA/s400/zodiac_ver2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do realizador de Se7en e The Game chega-nos um dos grandes filmes do ano : Zodiac. Uma série de misteriosos assassinatos abala o estado da Califórnia , principalmente a cidade de São Francisco. Rapidamente chega-se à conclusão de que o responsável pelos crimes é um serial killer , que se auto denomina de Zodiac. O filme segue de perto a investigação levada a cabo pelos detectives , interpretados pelos suberbos Mark Rufallo e Anthony Edwards. No entanto , estes dois homens não são os únicos que tentam a todo o custo apanhar o criminoso. A vida tanto profissional como emocional de dois jornalistas , interpretados pelos também geniais Jake Gyllenhall e Robert Downey Jr. , é abalada pois os dois juntam-se à investigação que visa desvendar a verdadeira identidade de um dos mais sanguinários serial killers da história dos Estados Unidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Embora David Fyncher seja um realizador reconhecido a nível internacional , e os seus filmes sejam considerados obras de culto por muitos cinéfilos , este projecto , baseado em factos veridícos, podia ter dado origem a um mau filme , a uma simples obra de fim de tarde. Mas não. Zodiac é um dos melhores filmes do ano, devido à qualidade do seu argumento , ao guarda roupa , a uma poderosa banda sonora e acima de tudo a grupo de actores que acreditou no material que tinha em mãos. Não se pode dizer que um dos actores se destaque mais que os outros , embora , a partir de uma certa altura , acompanhe-mos a investigação do jornalista Graysmith , que viria a escrever o livro que inspirou o filme. Numa altura em que as séries e filmes de detectives recorrem às mais sofisticadas tecnologias para resolver os crimes , é bom ver ou rever as condições de trabalho de tais peritos nos anos 60 e 70- não havia computadores , poucos tinham faxes , etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zodiac não é simplesmente um filme sobre um serial killer que nunca chegou a ser apanhado. É um filme de uma certa forma , intimista , pois David Fyncher foi uma das crianças visadas pelo serial killer , podendo nós dizer que viveu na pele , aquilo que vimos no filme , esteve rodeado por toda aquela histeria em que esteve mergulhada a cidade de São Francisco , que viveu com o fantasmo de Zodiac ao longo da década de 70 ( e a passagem do tempo é assinalada no filme de uma maneira simplesmente incrivél , simples mas eficiente ) . Pode-se dizer que de uma certa forma todas as personagens de Fyncher , desde de Ripley em Alien III à personagem desempenhada por Michael Douglas no genial The Game ,são personagens que por força das circunstâncias são levadas ao extremo, tanto físico como psicológico. Muitos dirão que de todos os filmes de Fyncher , este é o mais light , pois não é tão violento como Se7en ou tão claustrofóbico quando O Jogo, mas tal não é verdade . As personagens de Zodiac como que fazem parte de um clube de combate , clube este presente nas suas mentes que vacilam entre a força da acção e o poder das palavras- os artigos de Avery e as acções levadas a cabo pelo detective desempenhado por Mark Rufallo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O filme , não sendo extremamente violento , contém algumas cenas que podem perturbar os espectadores mais sensiveis. No entanto , ao longo de quase três horas , presenciamos um autêntico jogo do gato e do rato , com direito a diálogos de grande qualidade e a um humor negro , simplesmente irresistivél. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conseguirá David Fyncher superar este filme que alguns consideram uma pequena obra prima , uma autêntica reconstituição histórica ? Veremos - there is more than one way to surprise an aundience .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zodiac : 0 a 1o : 8&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/20160912-7616823681992141073?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/7616823681992141073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=7616823681992141073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/7616823681992141073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/7616823681992141073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2007/05/review-zodiac.html' title='Review : Zodiac'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/RltFP1PPTSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lrC4XYOP9cA/s72-c/zodiac_ver2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-6460021338283299009</id><published>2007-05-05T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:38:06.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review : Spider-Man 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/RjzLhjFed9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pTITm6tcSag/s1600-h/042720071225486422.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061143858471925714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/RjzLhjFed9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pTITm6tcSag/s400/042720071225486422.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; eis que passados exactamente 3 anos , Spider-Man está de volta , naquela que muitos dizem ser a sua última incursão cinematográfica ( embora nós já saibamos como é que Hollywood funciona ). Esta mega produção estimada em cerca de 250 milhões de dólares inaugura aquela que muitos críticos apelidam de "silly season " em que as os filmes " no brainers " são lançados para delícia das massas . No entanto , quem já viu os filmes anteriores pode ter a certeza que este novo Spidey é tudo menos "no brainer" , pois ao longo de 140 minutos entramos num extraordinário mundo , ás vezes irreal , outras , muitissimo presente , pois todos nós ( digo eu ) nos identificamos com as personagens do filme , uns mais que os outros é claro ( não menciono aqui a minha irmã que não gostou do primeiro filme e virou as costas à saga ) . Em Spider-Man III , Peter Parker aka Spider-Man será posto à prova por não , não dois , mas três vilões , todos hávidos de vingança . Existe outro vilão , um que não aparece pelo menos fisicamente : o possivel fim da relação entre Peter e Mary Jane ( Kirsten Dunst , no seu melhor desempenho no que aos filmes do Aracnídeo diz respeito ) . Peter terá que defrontar o seu melhor amigo , Harry Osborn ou Green Goblin , Sandman , o verdadeiro assassino do seu tio que ao tentar fugir da policia é victima de uma experiência que altera a sua estrutura molecular , e Venom , interpretado pelo ambicioso repórter Eddie Brock aka Topher Grace na vida real. Não posso contar mais detalhes sem deixar de dizer que as sequências de acção são verdadeiramente espectaculares , principalmente as sequências que envolvem a personagem Sandman , completamente gerada por computadores ( não há nada que os computadores não consigam criar ). Os desempenhos são seguros , embora , na minha opinião , alguns actores deveriam ter aparecido mais , mas nada que danifique a estória . A realização é segura , ciente dos riscos que estão por detrás de uma adptação de uma b.d , com um orçamento gigantesco. Os efeitos especiais , o guarda roupa e a banda sonora também merecem ser louvados pois conferem mais autenticidade à estória . Caso este seja o último filme , vale a pena dizer : Congratulations , tanto ao elenco como a nós espectadores , por presenciarmos tamanho espectáculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spider-Man 3 : 0 a 10 : 7&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/20160912-6460021338283299009?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/6460021338283299009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=6460021338283299009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/6460021338283299009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/6460021338283299009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2007/05/review-spider-man-3.html' title='Review : Spider-Man 3'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKF-X63RpbM/RjzLhjFed9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pTITm6tcSag/s72-c/042720071225486422.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-117155842144904353</id><published>2007-02-15T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T08:59:52.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artigo de opinião - primeira parte !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao ler um artigo de opinião na revista que acompanha o semanário Expresso, espanto-me com aquilo que foi escrito por uma colunista de renome. Foi talvez um dos mais racistas artigos que alguma vez li, embora a sua autora tenha sido (a meu ver) delicada na escolha de algumas palavras ( poderia ter usado uma linguagem mais "extrema-direita". Quando acabei de ler o artigo , não pude deixar de pensar :" o que fariam os Portugueses ? ". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que fariam os portugueses caso Portugal fosse o país mais populoso do Mundo ? Não fariam o mesmo que os chineses fazem e cuja práctica parece repugnar a colunista em causa ? Acho que , e tratando-se de Portugueses , em vez de abrirem lojas onde se vendem " quinquilharias" , abririam cafés ou então as famosas Lojas dos 300 - onde podemos encontrar produtos espanhóis , não muito reconhecidos pelo seu bom gosto e qualidade ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tratando-se de direitos humanos , tenho que admitir que a China não é ( mas também: nunca desejou ser ! ) um exemplo a seguir. No entanto , acho pura hipocrisia mencionar os idosos vitimas de trabalhos forçados , quando em Portugal tais trabalhos ainda são practicados ,e muitas vezes esses tais que se submetem a tamanhas humilhações , emigram e acabam por sofrer o mesmo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A China é um país fechado ao Mundo ? A nível político acredito que sim , mas devo admitir que caso fosse um país assim tão isolado, não teria apresentado uma candidatura para a organização dos jogos olímpicos de 2008. Um país fechado ao Mundo onde o Instituto Cervantes ( esse que consegue ser tudo aquilo que o Instituto Camões não consegue ) acaba de abrir uma nova e gigantesca "sucursal".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trabalho infantil ? Não o há no Norte de Portugal ? &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/20160912-117155842144904353?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/117155842144904353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=117155842144904353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/117155842144904353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/117155842144904353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2007/02/artigo-de-opinio-primeira-parte.html' title='Artigo de opinião - primeira parte !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-116871609789223361</id><published>2007-01-13T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:21:42.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you watching closely ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7590/2014/1600/235591/prestige_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7590/2014/400/363516/prestige_ver3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Are you watching closely ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E com esta pergunta que comeca o ultimo filme de Christopher Nolan , realizador de " Memento " e " Batamn Begins ". A accao de " The Prestige " decorre em plenos finais do seculo XIX , perido de grande desenvolvimento tecnologico e acima de tudo , cientifico . Nao e entao de estranhar que em pleno auge da epoca vitoriana , a linha entre ciencia e magia fosse considerada deveras tenue.  A Inglaterra dos finais do seculo dezanove , serve como pano de fundo ao confronto entre dois aspirantes a magicos , um deles melhor que o outro. Por um lado temos Borden , personagem de Christian Bale , rapaz de origem humilde , crente que as suas capacidades magicas o levaram ao topo da fama internacional. Falta no entanto a Borden , a nocao de espectaculo , algo que o seu adversario , Angier ( Hugh Jackman ) parece dominar. Depois de um tragico evento , os dois outrora amigos transformam-se em eternos rivais tentando provar a uma nocao inteira , que um e melhor que o outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se este filme nao tivesse sido retocado com alguns efeitos especiais , poderiamos bem dizer que estamos perante um filme a moda antiga, com sumptuosos cenarios , elegante  guarda roupa e um sentido de espectaculo a anos luz de explosoes espaciais e afins. O filme oferece-nos doses generosas de suspense e intriga, nem sempre devidamente doseados. Algumas reviravoltas , embora sendo questionaveis , aquando do fim do filme , sao totalmente plausiveis , excepto a final, que soa um pouco rebuscada. O filme consegue sim , tornar dificil a nossa escolha no que ao apoio por nos dado a um dos magicos apresentados diz respeito. Para isso , de muito valem os bons desempenhos de Christian Bale e Hugh Jackman , ambos muito seguros das suas capacidades como actores , sobrios e expansivos quando e devido. Tambem Michael Caine e Scarlett Johanson tem desempenhos satisfatorios, ambos como apoiantes de Angier ( ou nao ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Embora nao sendo um grande filme, " The Prestige " nao e de todo mau- e simplesmente bom . Um filme que nos faz questionar tudo aquilo que vemos . Um filme , intrigante , pois nao e por acaso que nos perguntam , aquando do fim da pelicula , " are you watching closely ? ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prestige :&lt;/strong&gt; de Christopher Nolan, com Hugh Jackman , Christian Bale , Michael Caine , Scarlet Johanson, David Bowie, Andy Serkis , 2006 Warner Bros. 0 a 10 : 6&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/20160912-116871609789223361?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/116871609789223361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=116871609789223361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116871609789223361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116871609789223361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-you-watching-closely.html' title='Are you watching closely ?'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-116863733883228199</id><published>2007-01-12T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:28:58.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIWIK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate expectations !&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/20160912-116863733883228199?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/116863733883228199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=116863733883228199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116863733883228199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116863733883228199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2007/01/tiwik.html' title='TIWIK'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-116753009429263652</id><published>2006-12-30T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:54:54.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My list !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1- V for Vendetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2-007 Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3- Superman Returns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4- Inside Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5- The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6- Mission Impossible III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7- X Men III : The Last Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8- Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9- Eragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10- Basic Instinct 2&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;Skye Edwards: Love Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All Saints: Rock Steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Feeling : Sewn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malia : Little Darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fiona Apple : Oh Sailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;John Legend : Save Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lilly Allen: Smile; LdN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marisa Monte: Infinito Particular ( todo )&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;Daniel Craig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos os medicos do Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tony Blair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Serial killer de S. Comba Dao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jose Socrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eva Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lilly Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fiona Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ian Mckellen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sky News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Premio Nobel da Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sugababes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Brandon Routh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kirsten Dunst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jeronimo de Sousa&lt;/span&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;James Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Robert Altman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos os iraquianos mortos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos os palestinianos mortos&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;Azul , castanho , preto !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160912-116753009429263652?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/116753009429263652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=116753009429263652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116753009429263652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116753009429263652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-list.html' title='My list !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-116595613894375531</id><published>2006-12-12T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:42:18.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just because someone is looking and walking in our direction , it doesn't mean he/she is looking at us !&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/20160912-116595613894375531?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/116595613894375531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=116595613894375531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116595613894375531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116595613894375531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/12/pd.html' title='P.D.'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-116595590940258826</id><published>2006-12-12T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:38:29.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been asking myself this question lately and failed to come up with a reasonable answer. The question is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I self centered ? Or aren't we all self centered ?&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/20160912-116595590940258826?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/116595590940258826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=116595590940258826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116595590940258826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116595590940258826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/12/question.html' title='Question !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-116334340727208928</id><published>2006-11-12T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T06:56:47.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta el tercero mundo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ligo a televisao e deparo-me com essa irritante figura que anuncia o inicio da epoca natalicia : a Leopoldina. A presenca, precoce, da Leopoldina so vem mostrar uma coisa : o Natal comeca cada vez mais cedo, mas quando digo Natal nao me refiro a espiritualidade subjacente mas sim ao consumo desenfreado que parece ter-nos agarrado pelos tomates. As familias portuguesas, ja de si endividadas, contraem mais dividas tudo para que os seus filhos, irritantes criaturas, possam dizer que receberam nao sei quantas prendas e comecar a compara-las com as dos seus colegas. Ate aqui, tudo do mesmo. Mas o que me choca , principalmente enquanto escrevo estas palavras e saber que Portugal voltou a descer na lista de 177 paises no que ao Indice de Desenvolvimento Humano diz respeito. No ano passado, Portugal ocupava a 27 posicao, este ano ocupa a 28, 9 lugares abaixo de Espanha. O fosso entre os ricos e os pobres, como que enconrajado pelas declaracoes do primeiro ministro que diz nao saber o que e uma classe media, nao para de aumentar, por isso, para alem de ser uma epoca de consumismo desenfreado o Natal e tambem uma epoca de contrastes entre aqueles que muito tem e aqueles que nem dinheiro para comer conseguem juntar. Uma epoca que pelos vistos tera o seu eco ao longo de todo o ano visto que caminhamos a passos largos para aquilo que muitos portugueses (membros da comunicacao social) parecem abominar : o terceiro mundo (que na minha opiniao nao existe). Mas quando la chegarmos, muitos paises que agora dizemos serem do Terceiro Mundo ja nos terao ultrapassado e se ve-mos motins e assaltos no Brasil, algo me diz que mais cedo ou mais tarde , passaremos a ve-los aqui.&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/20160912-116334340727208928?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/116334340727208928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=116334340727208928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116334340727208928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/116334340727208928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/11/hasta-el-tercero-mundo.html' title='Hasta el tercero mundo !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-115948418148945407</id><published>2006-09-28T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T15:56:21.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal Pro-fundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leio a noticia que o jornal "Metro" destaca com grande pompa e circunstancia e devo dizer que ..............na me supreendo. 30% dos portugueses acredita que se Portugal e Espanha formassem um so Pais, viveriamos num pais melhor, com direito a salarios mais elevados, a um melhor sistema juridico, a um melhor sistema de saude e a menos mortes nas estradas (resultado da nova politica levada a cabo pelo primeiro ministro espanhol: Jose Luiz Rodriguez Zapatero). E claro que um numero consideravel de portugueses acredita que se nos juntassemos aos Espanhois, viveriamos melhor. A noticia saiu na ultima semana de Verao, aquela altura do ano quando os cerebros sao chamados para picar o ponto mas nao lhes apetece. Digo isto porque: e mais facil (e desculpem esta estupida analogia) comprar um carro chines barato e decadente do que aprender a fazer um carro bem apetrexado. Juntarmo-nos a Espanha nao resolvera os nossos problemas, porque enquanto nao mudarmos de mentalidade, nem mesmo os Espanhois quererao algo connosco. Verdade seja dita, Espanha nao e um mar de rosas, mas mesmo assim, com tantos problemas (terrorismo, tendencia independentistas, etc.) Espanha consegiu aquilo que Portugal so ira conseguir daqui a ................................. sendo optmista.............30...............40 anos. E porque nao juntarmo-nos a Inglaterra ? Um pais desenvolvido que de certeza que ( bruscamente ou nao) forcaria uma mudanca de mentalidades tao drastica que politicos de renome voltariam para a universidade..................e tenho dito.&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/20160912-115948418148945407?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/115948418148945407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=115948418148945407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/115948418148945407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/115948418148945407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/09/portugal-pro-fundo.html' title='Portugal Pro-fundo'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-115504433736131545</id><published>2006-08-08T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T06:38:57.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the return...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ca estou mais uma vez depois de umas prolongadas ferias. Ainda o Verao vai a meio e ja fomos expostos a temperaturas acima dos 35 graus centigrados. A vaga de calor que afecta quase todo o continente europeu nao tem sido meiga para com Portugal e mais uma vez essa presenca assidua de todos os veroes portugueses, volta a marcar presenca: os incendios, embora a maioria seja causada pelo proprio Homem, piromaniaco ou nao, nao importa. O Pais parece ter ultrapassado a febre do Mundial, depois das celebracoes das vitorias da seleccao nacional frente a equipas como a Holanda e a Inglaterra. Segundo os entendidos na materia , foi um quarto lugar honroso aquele conquistado pela seleccao. O Medio Oriente esta novamente mergulhado numa crise, causada pela invaso por parte de Israel do Sul do Libano. O grande objectivo, segundo os israelitas e, acabar com o grupo terrorista Hezzbolah, mas quase toda a gente sabe que o grande alvo de tanto israelitas como americanos e o Irao e o seu petroleo..so nao ve quem e cego. A nivel cinematografico o Verao tem sido marcado pelo sucesso da segunda parte da trilogia " Pirates Of The Caribean " - Dead Man's Chest " que so nos Estados Unidos ja atingiu a cifra de 380 milhoes de dolares, sendo assim o maior sucesso do ano. Logo depois surge a terceira e "ultima" parte da saga X Men- X Men III - The Last Stand com 240 milhoes de dolares, surgindo logo a seguir aquele que e considerado por muitos : a grande desilusao do ano : " The Da Vinci Code " com 207 milhoes dolares. Esta semana chega as salas de cinam nacionais a nova aventura de Superman : " Superman Returns " filme que recebeu boas criticas nos Estados Unidos mas nao conseguiu reaver o investimento de cerca de 260 milhoes de dolares. No entanto, o que conta e a qualidade nao a quantidade e segundo dizem este novo Superman e ate agora, o melhor filme do Verao. Os canais de televisao portugueses continuam num marasmo que ate o menos criativo dos pintores envergonha. Desde de repeticoes de filmes a jogos de futebol, se programas sem nexo a ficcao juvenil utopica, assim vai a televisao portuguesa que depois critica estupidificacao da juventude portuguesa - cada um tem o que merece. Nao encontro mais nade importante para referir por isso, por hoje , por aqui me fico.&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/20160912-115504433736131545?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/115504433736131545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=115504433736131545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/115504433736131545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/115504433736131545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/08/return.html' title='the return...'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-115039537492030726</id><published>2006-06-15T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T11:16:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vende-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/work%20(%20english%20)%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/work%20%28%20english%20%29%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/work%20(%20english%20)%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/work%20%28%20english%20%29%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vende-se apartamento com 3 quartos , 2 wc , uma sala , cozinha totalmente remodelada , arrecadacao , ao pe de escola primaria e preparatoria , muitissimo urgente ,  Carregado ,82.500 euros , Contactos : 962848488 ; 966549675 .&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/20160912-115039537492030726?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/115039537492030726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=115039537492030726' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/115039537492030726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/115039537492030726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/06/vende-se.html' title='Vende-se'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114962497425322347</id><published>2006-06-06T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:16:14.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/work%20(%20english%20)%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/work%20%28%20english%20%29%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few moments ago , I was going through my entire cd collection . I can assure you that I didn't listen to every single song that is on every single cd , mainly because I don't have enought time to do so . I am searching for "that" song . You know , " that " song , which you still don't know , that you just want to hear . It's a very strange feeling . I started with &lt;strong&gt;The Cranberries&lt;/strong&gt; song&lt;strong&gt; " Linger "&lt;/strong&gt; - wonderful song , one of my all time favorites , but I don't why , I just wasn't stroke by it like i usually am . Next song : Destiny's Child " Bootylicious " - this couldn't be the song I had been searching for .  Next stop : The Cardigans &lt;strong&gt;" Erase and Rewind  "-&lt;/strong&gt; perhaps&lt;strong&gt; The Cardigans&lt;/strong&gt; best single , but still............you know what I mean . Ah ,&lt;strong&gt; The Best Of.........James Bond&lt;/strong&gt; . I have to say that I really like James Bond themes , my favorite being &lt;strong&gt;" Tomorrow Never Dies "&lt;/strong&gt; performed by &lt;strong&gt;Sheryl Crow&lt;/strong&gt; , maybe because I know that tomorrow never really dies , except when you die . &lt;strong&gt;Carly Simon's " Nobody Does It Better "&lt;/strong&gt; is always a great song , but , like "Linger" this time , it didn't strike as me as hard as it used to . Maybe  , i'm starting to become some sort of a  madman , a madman who just won't stop his quest , because he feels that the time has not yet come , for one to drop the curtains . But wait .......something happened : there it is . I could have never imagined that this would be the song I had been craving for . He's a great singer but let's face it : he's no music genious . This song , one of my favorites , managed to ..........in a some way replace the one I was really looking forward to listen , but still .............. &lt;strong&gt;" No Regrets "&lt;/strong&gt; by Robbie Williams really did the trick . Thank you , Mr Entertainment&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/20160912-114962497425322347?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114962497425322347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114962497425322347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114962497425322347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114962497425322347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/06/song.html' title='The Song'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114954749895246878</id><published>2006-06-05T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:44:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less is more - A importancia do trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/13.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/13.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dos factores essenciais para o sucesso de um filme , e um bom trailer . Os trailers , num curtissimo espaco de tempo , mostram-nos as mais importantes imagens do filme em questao , sem nunca revelar demasiado , embora muitas vezes tal nao aconteca . Mostram-nos as personagens principais , as suas frases mais emblematicas , como por exemplo a ja famosa frase Natalie Portman em Star Wars : Episode I : The Phantom Menace : " I will not condon any course of action that will lead us to war ! " , caso seja o caso , dao-nos pequenos glances dos mais importantes efeitos especais ou das maiores sequencias de accao , como e o caso do trailer do filme &lt;strong&gt;" X Men III : The Last Stand "&lt;/strong&gt; . No entanto , trailers ha que infelizmente acabam por revelar muito mais do que deviam . Actualmente , temos dois filmes em cartaz , um a mais tempo que o outro , cujos trailers cometem , a meu ver , erros graves : &lt;strong&gt;The DaVinci Code&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/strong&gt; . Embora os trailers destes filmes sigam a maxima : " less is more " acabam por revelar mais do que deviam , principalmente no caso do primeiro filme mencionado . Mas enganem-se aqueles que pensam que bons trailers dao bons filmes e vice versa . Casos ha , de filmes muito bons , mas que tiveram direito a um trailer fraquinho , que imperceptivel . Tambem ha filmes maus com muitissimos bons trailers e , neste caso , tenho que admitir que para mim , o melhor trailer do ano "pertence" a pelicula : &lt;strong&gt;"asic Instinct 2 "&lt;/strong&gt; . Embora seja o pior filme que vi ate agora , o trailer segue a risca o motto anteriormente mencionado , e mostra simplesmente o essencial deixando tudo em aberto , algo extremamente importante no que ao genero do thriller erotico diz respeito . &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/20160912-114954749895246878?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114954749895246878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114954749895246878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114954749895246878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114954749895246878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/06/less-is-more-importancia-do-trailer.html' title='Less is more - A importancia do trailer'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114954178528668764</id><published>2006-06-05T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:09:45.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOGGER !&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/20160912-114954178528668764?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114954178528668764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114954178528668764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114954178528668764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114954178528668764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114936017354167873</id><published>2006-06-03T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T11:42:53.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doenca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os portugueses sofrem de uma doenca cujos sintomas sao visiveis todos os dias . Uma doenca que os faz dizer que adoram neste pais , mas no dia seguinte dizer o contrario , dizendo que e o pior pais a face da terra , que a culpa de todos os nossos males e do governo por nos eleito e que Espanho quer-nos dominar . Uma doenca que faz com que , e principalmente perante imigrantes que criticam Portugal , se encham de orgulho e digam que " quem esta mal que se mude " ou pior " Portugal e o melhor pais do Mundo ! " . Uma doenca que se reflecte na alternancia entre momentos de euforia extrema - Euro 2004 - e momentos de pura depressao - crise economica , social e de valores . Uma doenca que faz com que muitos que pensam ser "muitissimo civilizados " ajam que nem uns matarruanos , dizendo coisas que nem ao Diabo lembram . Uma doenca que nos faz , num momento em que e necessario mostrar o nosso patriotismo , nem sequer saber cantar o hino nacional , mas que , e tratando-se de futebol , faz-nos cantar o hino , dizer que a nossa bandeira e mais bonita do Mundo ( e ate e :) ) e que temos orgulho em ser portugueses . Uma doenca chamada : &lt;strong&gt;esquizofrenia&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160912-114936017354167873?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114936017354167873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114936017354167873' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114936017354167873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114936017354167873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/06/doenca.html' title='Doenca'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114893032974631973</id><published>2006-05-29T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:18:49.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://avengers.eponym.com/blog"&gt;http://avengers.eponym.com/blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160912-114893032974631973?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114893032974631973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114893032974631973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114893032974631973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114893032974631973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-one.html' title='Another one !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114882107483651427</id><published>2006-05-28T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T05:57:54.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4161/1493/1600/sao%20paulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4161/1493/400/sao%20paulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sao Paulo&lt;/strong&gt; e a maior cidade brasileira e a terceira maior a nivel mundial . Centro economico do pais , e principal centro de negocios de toda a America Latina , Sao Paulo e uma metropole de 18 milhoes de habitantes , quase o dobro do total da populacao portuguesa . E uma cidade gigantesca , uma autentica selva de pedra ou melhor , de betao . Como todas as cidades grandes , Sao Paulo e uma cidade de extremos . Luxo e pobreza convivem lado a lado . Lojas dos mais variados e conceituados costureiros mundiais , entre eles Roberto Cavalli e a muito exclusiva , Louis Vuitton , sao frequentadas por multimilionarios , avidos por produtos de luxo , ao contrario daqueles a quem muitas vezes , falta um simples pedaco de pao . No entanto , e mesmo com todos aqueles tragicos incidentes que tiveram lugar na " Nova Iorque " brasileira , e mesmo , segundo datos lancados por organizacoes internacionais que indicam que Sao Paulo e  , a par de Pequim , a cidade onde mais pessoas sao raptadas , devo dizer , e sendo eu um fanatico por cidades grandes , que a minha vontade em conhecer Sao Paulo ainda nao esmoreceu . Sim , e uma cidade perigosa , mas em tempos conturbados em que guerras preventivas sao iniciadas , despoletando assim varias faccoes terroristas , qual e o lugar do Mundo que pode ser considerado : seguro ? Na minha opiniao , Sao Paulo , assim como Londres , Nova Iorque e outras mega cidades , sao um espelho do Mundo actual : um Mundo conturbado ,onde vidas se ganham e se perdem . Sendo um centro multicultural por excelencia , Sao Paulo concentra em si , todo o Mundo . E se nem mesmo 10 milhoes de portugueses conseguem entender-se , como e que podemos esperar que numa cidade de 18 MILHOES DE HABITANTES , tudo corra na perfeicao , nao sendo isso desculpa para todas as assimetrias sociais la existentes , e claro . Sao Paulo deve ser uma experiencia unica . Cabe-nos a nos vencermos todos os nossos preconceitos e visitar-mos aquela que e a terceira maior cidade do Mundo . E so facto de ser a cidade do Mundo onde mais pessoas falam portugues , entre outros idiomas , ja serve de bonus !&lt;br /&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/20160912-114882107483651427?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114882107483651427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114882107483651427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114882107483651427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114882107483651427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/sampa.html' title='SAMPA'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114881919014166301</id><published>2006-05-28T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T05:26:30.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ULTIMATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4161/1493/1600/bees01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4161/1493/400/bees01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para alem de um insuportavel calor , de evitaveis e enfadonhos programas de televisao , o Verao traz consigo outro mal : os mosquitos . Os mosquitos estao em todo o lado . Nos nossos quartos , nas nossas salas , na casa de banho , ja para nao dizer , na rua . Infelizmente , a unica forma de acabar com esse mal que parece nao querer desaparecer , e o uso de uma boa lata de insecticida , pondo em risco o meio ambiente . Acho que so isso , faz com que muitas pessoas deixem de gostar do Verao , ou entao falo simplesmente por mim . Detesto esta epoca do ano . Detesto tudo aquilo que esta de uma certa forma relacionado com o Verao , para mim , a mais desnecessaria epoca do ano . Os indices de producao , ja baixos ao longo do ano , baixam ainda mais . As praias enchem-se de pessoas cuja palavra "civismo" parece nao constar no dicionario . Sao os farneis , as criancas insuportaveis que correm de um lado para o outro , acabando por cair e chorar ate nao poder mais . Verao significa centros comerciais ainda mais cheios , cheios de pessoas que nao teem dinheiro para gastar . Verao significa odores desagradaveis nos transportes e outros ambientes fechados . Eu detesto o Verao !&lt;br /&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/20160912-114881919014166301?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114881919014166301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114881919014166301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114881919014166301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114881919014166301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/ultimato.html' title='ULTIMATO'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114867946628991726</id><published>2006-05-26T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:37:46.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer .......didn't move on ! ( but A-Ha said it had moved on ! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/work%20(%20english%20)%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/work%20%28%20english%20%29%20005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen : summer has arrived . It means that , the time of the year when people stop having interestin conversations has begun . For me , the only thing positive about summer is the fact that most of those "no-brainer blockbusters " that usually come out of Hollywood , are released during this time of the year . As for the rest , as "the rest " I mean football , let's just say that I have made myself a promise : I won't turn on the television set , because if we still have 15 days to go until the beginning of the World Cup , and already there has been this media frenzy surrounding our national football team , I don't want to know/see how is it going to be like , when the World Cup starts - May God Have Mercy On Our Souls - we , a bunch of lazy people .&lt;br /&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/20160912-114867946628991726?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114867946628991726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114867946628991726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114867946628991726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114867946628991726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-didnt-move-on-but-ha-said-it.html' title='Summer .......didn&apos;t move on ! ( but A-Ha said it had moved on ! )'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114858328786289140</id><published>2006-05-25T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:54:47.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry time !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/Rain%20drops%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/Rain%20drops%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pitter-potter raindrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falling from the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is my umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To keep me safe and dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the rain is over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the sun begins to glow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little flowers start to bud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And grow and grow and grow .&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/20160912-114858328786289140?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114858328786289140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114858328786289140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114858328786289140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114858328786289140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/poetry-time.html' title='Poetry time !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114833076958994392</id><published>2006-05-22T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:46:09.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of D*ckless Man - Chapter II - The Return Of Momo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D*ckless Man was preparing to run when , suddenly , his trusty partner Momo showed up . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' Where the heck have you been , Momo ? I have been looking all over for you , but no sign of Momo . ' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' So sorry , but I was stuck in traffic , you know , horrible thing the fact that one is not allowed to use his super powers in front of other people , wouldn't you say ? ' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' Well , I don't want to know either you decided to use your super powers or not , but I would like your help . ' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' What seems to be the problem ? '.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Sh@g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sh@g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - A - Lot has just exposed my dark secret to everyone who's watching us ,just as we speak . Sooner or later , the entire world will now my secret , so ........... I could you use some help . ' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' Which secret ? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Momo's question sparked a series of laughters . Which secret ? Which secret ? Was Momo out of his mind ? He had been the only person in the world , D*ckless Man had ever told his story , and not it seemed that he had forgotten every single bit of the story , that since D*ck's birthday , had shadowed his life , like an eagle shadowing its prey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' Let's just get on with this , shall we gentlemen ? ' asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Sh@g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sh@g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; . ' I still have to attend a very important meeting , and it would be rude of me to arrive late . ' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Be Continued&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/20160912-114833076958994392?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114833076958994392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114833076958994392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114833076958994392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114833076958994392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/adventures-of-dckless-man-chapter-ii.html' title='The Adventures of D*ckless Man - Chapter II - The Return Of Momo'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114832976799777005</id><published>2006-05-22T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:29:28.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The English Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/avengers_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/avengers_ver4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day : Elisabeths birthday .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Place : Colombo Shopping Centre .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The moment had come for Ann Bloom to take a photo of Elisabeth and I . As always , I was preparing myself to look like a fool , once the photo was captured . At first , after seeing the picture , I did not think that there was something wrong with it , besides the fact that I looked horrible , but then , I started to look  at that photo from a different perspective . I'll explain . When Ann showed me the picture , for the second time , she said that I had something that she described as being " the english look " . I have to say that at first I thought that Ann was pocking fun of me . Me ? Look like an englishman ? Only in my dreams . Most recently , a colleague/friend of mine say that I behaved as if I lived in London . Contrary to that previous situation , when the thought of being english really stroke my fancy , hearing him say that I thought that I lived in London , was something that displeased me .  I shall not say that I don't fancy the english because  if I said that , I would be telling a lie . But I do have to say that , I don't act as if I think that I live in London . Yes , sometimes it's really funny to speak in a way that british people have learned how to speak throughout the years , and has since become one of their trademarks - arrogant , cold , funny . But to think that I like to act "english " , basically diminishes the whole  concept of " being english ", because we have created an image of the english that we just can't seem to let go , therefore , anyone who likes to speak in a different way , a way that probably displeases a large number of people , is not very well accepted . &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/20160912-114832976799777005?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114832976799777005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114832976799777005' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114832976799777005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114832976799777005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/english-look.html' title='The English Look'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114824363064214136</id><published>2006-05-21T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T13:33:50.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures Of D**kless Man - Chapter I - A dark secret is revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D**kless Man had never thought that he would find himself in such a humiliating situation . His dark secret had been revealed by his  nemesis : Sir Sh@g - A - Lot . He had exposed D**kless Man before his colleagues at the NoS*X University . The secret that he had tried to hide for as long as he could remember , was not familiar to everyone . People stared at him as if he was some sort of monster , just because he was a little bit different . He wanted to scream , but he knew that screaming would only worsten the situation . He had now become an easy target . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Sh@g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sh@g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - A - Lot was the most famous guy at D*cks university . He knew every single girl who had to be known . Some said that he had been trained by an indian guru , who according to some , wrote the famous Ka*****ra.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Sh@g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sh@g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was tall and his body resembled one of a body builders . As D*ck , well , he was also tall , but unlike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Sh@g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sh@g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; he was thin . Worst than that : he was too thin . He had never been famous , so his secret had been safe until that day . Of course , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Sh@g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sh@g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a lot had to pay for what he had done , but no plan seemed to cross D*cks mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    TO BE CONTINUED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S :&lt;/strong&gt; You to have the chance to play an important role in telling the story of D***kless Man. It's simple : just leave a comment saying what could happen next . Best comments will make the final cut .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160912-114824363064214136?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114824363064214136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114824363064214136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114824363064214136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114824363064214136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/adventures-of-dkless-man-chapter-i.html' title='The Adventures Of D**kless Man - Chapter I - A dark secret is revealed'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114788920552487805</id><published>2006-05-17T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:06:45.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks ........... or : No Thanks ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/Crazy%20People%20in%20Lisbon%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/Crazy%20People%20in%20Lisbon%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes we regret the moment we decided to help someone . Wether we helped an old lady with her bags , and she didn't say " Thank you ! " or we gave our seat to someone on the subway and that person didn't even bothered looking at our face , sometimes we just wish we had not done anything at all . But when we don't help other people out , we tend to feel sorry for them , especially for old people , the same old people that sometimes find it extremely difficult to say " thanks " . The same thing happens when boys help other men . I don't know if that is a sign of male pride or not , but most men don't like to say that they are thankful , especially in southern european countries , where mentalities sometimes look as if they're still in the middle ages . If you happen to say "thank you " to someone who happens to be male , you're probably going to be misunderstood ( some people will acctually think that you're a fag or something like it ! ) . But going to back to the subject of education , aren't people rude sometimes ?  Sometimes it's because they're lives are filled with problems , and we do act the same when things seem to be becoming a little shitty . Oh well , who said that we humans were simple beings , surely must have been drunk .&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/20160912-114788920552487805?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114788920552487805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114788920552487805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114788920552487805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114788920552487805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/thanks-or-no-thanks.html' title='Thanks ........... or : No Thanks ?'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114760844160159423</id><published>2006-05-14T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T05:07:21.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for music !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/lisbon%20(2)%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/lisbon%20%282%29%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" No dia em que fui mais .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu vi um ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se espelhar no seu olhar , ate sumir .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De la para ca nao sei ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;caminho ao longo do canal , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;faco longas cartas para ninguem ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e o Inverno no L..... e quase glacial . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Adriana Calcanhto , &lt;em&gt;" iNVERNO "&lt;/em&gt; ( I THINK ! ) &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/20160912-114760844160159423?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114760844160159423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114760844160159423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114760844160159423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114760844160159423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-for-music.html' title='Time for music !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114760776555342908</id><published>2006-05-14T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T04:56:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Luz de Lix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/lisbon(3)%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/lisbon%283%29%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A luz de Lisboa captivou  todos aqueles que por aqui passaram , e todos aqueles que nos continuam a visitar ano apos ano . E uma luz que mostra a capital em todo o seu esplendor . E uma luz suave , inigualavel segundo muitos , por todo esse continente europeu . As ruas , os monumentos , as arvores , os parques , todos esses ilutres "habitantes" parecem ganhar uma nova vida , quando atingidos pelos primeiros raios de sol . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/20160912-114760776555342908?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114760776555342908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114760776555342908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114760776555342908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114760776555342908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/luz-de-lix.html' title='A Luz de Lix'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114755919814876861</id><published>2006-05-13T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T15:26:38.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Portuguese Myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/Crazy%20People%20in%20Lisbon%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/Crazy%20People%20in%20Lisbon%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An wold woman who  refuses to be helped . A bus driver who shouts at passengers . A person who works in a store and doesn't say anything when we say : " good morning ! " . These three people are just three examples that the so-called "Portuguese hospitality " is nothing less than a myth . We love to see ourselves as being extremely friendly even towards people we've never met , something that its not entirely true . A typical portuguese certainly won't invite a person he doesn't knows well to his house , even if they had been friends for months ( trust me ! i'm one of those ! ) . A typical portuguese will probably suspect if you approach him with a smile on your face - he probably starts thinking  that you're going to rob him . A typical portuguese says that he isn't racist , and all those other europeans are , especially the english and the germans , are .  A typical portuguese welcomes foreigners who come to Portugal to spend money , but despises those of us , who just like him share the burden/bless of being portuguese , because we're poor . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not trying to say we  aren't friendly and welcoming , but I do have to say that nothing in Portugal is what you think it is ,  if you look at it briefly . We may be nice and giggly ( i don't know if such word exists ! ) but certainly , we're not as open minded and welcoming as we think we are . Sometimes we end up behaving just like to those who we like to criticize : the english . But we keep on smiling at them , because we know that they're willing to spend loads of money here . &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/20160912-114755919814876861?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114755919814876861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114755919814876861' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114755919814876861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114755919814876861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/portuguese-myth.html' title='The Portuguese Myth'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114754833955110423</id><published>2006-05-13T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:25:40.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patria Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4161/1493/1600/Crazy%20People%20in%20Lisbon%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4161/1493/320/Crazy%20People%20in%20Lisbon%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since the WorldCup is approaching , millions of portuguese are preparing themselves to show how patriotic they are . Some , will put flags on their windows . Others , will sing the national anthem so loud , that they will shurely hope people in China will be able to hear it . But wait a minute ? Portuguese = patriotism ? Since when have we become patriotic ? Surely the French , the Brazilian , the Americans and others , are patriotic but , what about us ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To say that a patriotic feeling is sweeping the nation sounds extremely far fetched . We , or at least most of us , don't really care about Portugal . Most of us ( and i'm not part of the group ) are just hoping that our national team's sucess will be so big , that it will serve as some kind of antydote . A much needed antydote , some might say , but as for me , I have to say that , football has practically engulfed this country in some kind of hysteria . An hysterya so big that people forget about what is really at risk , at this precise moment . Football will not solve our economical problems . The football players , who will probably try to give their best , if they don't manage to succeed , shall continue to be rich . As for us ? We shall be earning 385 euros per month . We shall be listening to promises that some of us really hope one day , will come true .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are still the country that a few years ago had : DEUS , PATRIA E FAMILIA as its motto but.........wait , we have moved on : now we are the &lt;strong&gt;3F's nation&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;strong&gt;Fado , Fatima and Football&lt;/strong&gt; . None of those words slightly resembles the word change - a much needed antydote .&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/20160912-114754833955110423?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114754833955110423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114754833955110423' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114754833955110423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114754833955110423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/patria-mia.html' title='Patria Mia'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114720674694189574</id><published>2006-05-09T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:32:27.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma ( Part 1 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/lisbon(3)%20007.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/lisbon%283%29%20007.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems to me that , the images that immediatly pop into a foreigner's mind when he thinks of Portugal are of beaches , football and fado . That really is a problem because , there is more to Portugal than that ( not much , but still...... ) . All those aspects combined with the world renowned Portuguese hospitality ( just for tourists ! ) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And who is to be blamed for the fact that most tourists have a rather "short" idea of Portugal ? Well , the answer is simple and if we look ourselves in the mirror we will come face to face with it - US . Our relaxed lifestyle has managed to become famous worldwide . Why , when we think of Spain we can think about beaches and football , but we can also think about Picasso , Madrid , Barcelona and its museums , etc , etc. ? Because Spain sells its own culture and they are proud of it . The same thing happens when we think about Britain , France , Germany and The Netherlands . Although those people have become famous for not being the friendliest people on the face of the planet , something that is not entirely true ( TAKE IT FROM ME : NOT ALL PORTUGUESE ARE NICE PEOPLE INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO'S WRITING THIS POST ! ) , they are proud of their cultural heritage and they , like the spanish , are not afraid to show it . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for us , as long as we keep dreaming about our national football's team performance in forthcoming World Championship , a place is instaured for us , in the an european context - the back seat of the bus !&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/20160912-114720674694189574?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114720674694189574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114720674694189574' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114720674694189574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114720674694189574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/karma-part-1.html' title='Karma ( Part 1 )'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114703384671762767</id><published>2006-05-07T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:30:46.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/lisbon(3)%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/lisbon%283%29%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; couple of days ago , I went to see " Mission Impossible III " with my friend Nessa . I have to say that i liked the film . It was full of action , something that I already expected since .....it's " Mission Imposssible " . But after seeing the film , I just could not help of thinking about the extraordinary amount of money that film might have cost . Premiere Magazine says that the film cost 135 millions dolars ( and that amount wasn't the first one to be agreed by Paramount Pictures - 150 million dolars was how much the film would've cost , if Tom Cruise had not done a fool out of himself on Oprah ! ) . I know that for as long as we can remember , there have been loads and loads of films that costed  much more to make than " MI:III" . But I just can't stop thinking that such values are obscene. People are dying , not only in Africa but also in some parts of Latin America , Europe and Asia , and Hollywood ( apparently ) does not care . However , we can argue that some movies were just too expensive to make , and that sometimes that money should had been more well spent , but we like big films . It's something that we have become accostumed to . Unfortunately .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S :&lt;/strong&gt; I know that my english is basically a piece of crap , but my keyboard doesn't allowe me to write in portuguese . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisboa , Avenida da Liberdade &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/20160912-114703384671762767?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114703384671762767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114703384671762767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114703384671762767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114703384671762767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114642509171528794</id><published>2006-04-30T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:24:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry time !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/Poison%20Ivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/Poison%20Ivy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One kiss, dear Maid ! I said and sighed--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your scorn the little boon denied .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah why refuse the blameless kiss ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can danger lurk within a kiss ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samuel Colridge&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/20160912-114642509171528794?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114642509171528794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114642509171528794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114642509171528794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114642509171528794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/poetry-time_30.html' title='Poetry time !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114599976712350324</id><published>2006-04-25T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:16:07.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/42.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/200/42.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing that really strikes me the most is the fact that , even smiles have now started to be fabricated .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/200/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something that is supposed to be natural is molded according to what a plastic surgeon believes is " The Perfect Smile " . But smiles are not the first , and definitely not the last thing , to be molded by "foreign hands " as I like to call them . First there were breasts . Women ( and some men ! ) started thinking that their breasts just weren't beautiful enough . Either to attract a possible sexual partner or to just feel good about yourself , the truth is that : breast surgery is here to stay . Second : liposuction . Of all operations concerning ecstetics , i really have to say that this one really has a purpose of meaning . It's not as if I have something against fat people ( although my upstairs is fat and I just wanna kill her ! ) . It's just that , fat causes odor . Odor = unpleasant  smells  in public or private areas . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But after liposuction , right comes an operation that the first time I heard of its existence , I almost wet my pants - butt surgery . Either you want a rounder , firmer , sexier , tinier , butt surgery might be the thing you have been looking for your whole life . Lips and noses can be molded as well . In the case of noses , I really have to say that there are some rather ugly noses ( if one day you have the oppurtinity to meet , i will let you judge my nose ! ) . As for lips , lets face it : there's only one Angelina Jolie , verstehen ? ( i've been waiting a whole week to write this word ! ) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As being mentally complicated was not enough , we had to be physically complicated as well . I wonder , if we do extinguish in a near future , will this planet's new inhabitants have the same problems ?&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/20160912-114599976712350324?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114599976712350324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114599976712350324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114599976712350324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114599976712350324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfection.html' title='Perfection ?'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114599792410828319</id><published>2006-04-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:45:24.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Violence !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Milhares de mulheres em todo o Mundo , continuam a sofrer em silencio . Milhares de mulheres em todo sao vitimas de violencia domestica , mas recusam-se a apresentar queixa face as autoridade competentes . Muitas por conveniencia ( Catarina Ex- Tallon ) , outras ( e por mais rebuscado que possa parecer ) sabem que apanham  mas , mais cedo ou mais tarde , a vinganca sera delas . Mas a maioria continua a sofrer sem se manifestar . A vergonha e um dos motivos mais apontados . Preferem continuar a mostrar uma imagem que nada tem de real . A violencia domestica contra as mulheres ( mas tambem ha contra homens ) comeca a atingir proporcoes alarmantes como a vizinha Espanha onde , se nao estou em erro , mais de 100 mulheres foram vitimas de maus tratos e muitas acabaram mesmo por morrer . Em Portugal , dos dados conhecidos , foram vitimas mortais de violencia domestica cerca de 57 mulheres . Mas desenganem-se aqueles que acham que tal "virus" das sociedades modernas cinge-se somente as sociedades do sul da Europa , onde a mulher ainda nao conseguiu adquirir muitos dos direitos ja adquiridas pelas suas "colegas" do norte do continente . Em paises como a Suecia , 2 pais a nivel de desenvolvimento humano ( Portugal na 27 posicao ) , a violencia domestica tambem e noticia . A grande diferenca e que , so podendo falar do caso portugues , as autoridades responsaveis dos paises do norte da Europa , embora nao sendo perfeitas , sao mais eficazes , muito por "culpa" do papel que a mulher desempenha em paises como a Holanda , a Franca e a Inglaterra , onde mesmo nao possuindo os mesmos direitos que os homens , tem mais representividade e , o mais importante , possui uma mentalidade mais aberta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S : Salvation is at sight ! Dentro de pouco ,as palavras passarao a aparecer bem escritas - fingers crossed !&lt;br /&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/20160912-114599792410828319?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114599792410828319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114599792410828319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114599792410828319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114599792410828319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/v-for-violence.html' title='V for Violence !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114571308892633605</id><published>2006-04-22T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T06:38:09.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry time !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/wynterdeath1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/wynterdeath1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From God's pure heights of beauty , against man's wrong !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Catch up in the divine face , not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;East griefs but west - and strike and shame the strong ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By thunders of white silence overthrown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elisabeth Barret Browning&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;Thunders of White Silence&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/20160912-114571308892633605?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114571308892633605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114571308892633605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114571308892633605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114571308892633605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/poetry-time_114571308892633605.html' title='Poetry time !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114571156353070690</id><published>2006-04-22T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T06:20:44.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry time !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are strange things done in the midnight sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the men who moil for gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Arctic Trails have their secret tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That would make your blood run cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert W. Service , The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee&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/20160912-114571156353070690?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114571156353070690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114571156353070690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114571156353070690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114571156353070690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/poetry-time_22.html' title='Poetry time !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114556942647485625</id><published>2006-04-20T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:43:46.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Man/Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes we feel like Rodney Skinner . Sometimes we feel as if we are invisible . Sometimes we feel as if we don't exist . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We may be sorrounded by a group of people , talking and laughing , but we still feel invisible . No one seems to look at us . No one seems to notice our presence . When sometimes , being "incognito" does have its advantages , others , we feel like no one really cares about us . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it our fault ? Are we responsible for the fact that sometimes we're just see trough ? And if we are truly responsible for that , what are we supposed to do , in order to change that situation ? Do we have to scream in order for people to notice us ? Do we have to tell a rather ridiculous joke , and risk being considered an idiot ? Do we have to wear fancy clothes , the ones who really capture people's attention in order to make ourselves seen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or is it up to them ? Do "they " have to pay attention to us ? They are the ones who seem to be having all the fun , therefore they are the ones who really need to talk to us , in order to really enjoy themselves . Showing how witty , smart and bright they are . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being "invisible " does have its advantages -sometimes we just hate when people just keep staring at us and making comments that they keep just between themselves . But on other hand , we like when people pay attention to us . We like when people seem to think that we deserve to be the centre of attention . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not sure if this is a problem or not ( and the bad quality of my english certainly won't help you make up your mind about it either ) , but I think that...................... never mind !&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/20160912-114556942647485625?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114556942647485625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114556942647485625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114556942647485625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114556942647485625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/invisible-manwoman.html' title='Invisible Man/Woman'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114556744684810691</id><published>2006-04-20T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:10:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto acrescento mais um post a este blog , o actor norte americano Tom Cruise deve sentir-se o homem mais feliz em todo o Mundo . A primeira filha do casal composto por Tom e a actriz Katie Holmes ( Dawson's Creek , Batman Begins ) nasceu ontem . Seria de esperar que o comportamento um tanto ou quanto estranho do actor fosse "posto de parte " mas dias antes do nascimento da crianca , Tom Cruise , em declaracoes a revista norte americana Variety , declarou algo que deve ter chocado muitas pessoas : vai comer a placenta , pois acredita que tal orgao e bastante nutritivo . Tais declaracoes surgiram depois de terem sido lancados rumores que davam como certo , um desentendimento entre Cruise e a sua ex mulher , a actriz Nicole Kidman . Segundo algumas revistas e jornais , Tom Cruise queria ( nao sabemos se levou a sua adiante ) que os seus dois filhos adoptivos , testemunhassem o parto do seu irmao . Nicole Kidman ao que parece nao gostou da ideia e proibiu o presenciamento do parto , por parte dos dois filhos do casal . Tudo isto numa altura em que o tercerio episodio da saga &lt;strong&gt;" Mission Impossible "&lt;/strong&gt; esta prestes a estrear nas salas de todo o mundo , e acredita-se que rapidamente tornar-se-a num dos maiores sucessos do ano . Devo admitir , e tendo em conta o comportamento do Sr. Cruise , que quando vi o trailer pela primeira vez , nao fiquei impressionado . Mas depois de ter visto o segundo trailer , tenho que dizer que mudei de ideias . O grande problema e que tenho uma queda por blockbusters tarefeiros e assim contribuirei , como tantos outros , para o aumento da fortuna da familia Cruise , e do seu novo membro " que tanto merece " !&lt;br /&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/20160912-114556744684810691?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114556744684810691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114556744684810691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114556744684810691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114556744684810691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/gossip.html' title='Gossip'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114554028611695736</id><published>2006-04-20T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T06:38:06.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry time !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two explosions at a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one of God , and one that's mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;follow both into a quest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seeking for each other's nest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Explosion&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;em&gt;by Melentie Pandilovski&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/20160912-114554028611695736?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114554028611695736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114554028611695736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114554028611695736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114554028611695736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/poetry-time.html' title='Poetry time !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114548691648960709</id><published>2006-04-19T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:48:36.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerra dos Sexos - Parte II ( Conclusao )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4161/1493/1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4161/1493/320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Por detras de um grande homem , ha sempre uma grande mulher ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitos podem discordar de tal afirmacao , mas e verdade : por detras de um Rodin , havia uma &lt;strong&gt;Camille Claudel&lt;/strong&gt; . Por detras de um Dennis Thatcher , cujos tempos aureos foram as decadas de 50 e 60 , havia uma &lt;strong&gt;Margaret Thatcher&lt;/strong&gt; que cedo pos o seu conjuge em segundo plano . Por detras de ume ex-presidente da Republica , ha uma ex-primeira dama apoiante de grandes manifestacoes de solidariedade a nivel nacional e internacional . Por detras de um Tom Cruise , havia uma &lt;strong&gt;Nicole Kidman &lt;/strong&gt;a espera de brilhar ( nao que nao tivesse brilhado quando eram casados -&lt;strong&gt; " To Die For "&lt;/strong&gt; e um optimo exemplo ! ) , mas o seu grande "pulo" foi dado apos a separacao . Por detras de um primeiro ministro britanico , existe uma mulher defensora dos direitos humanos e da liberdade de expressao no Mundo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estes sao apenas alguns dos casos que provam que em vez de andarmos , e desculpem a expressao , " as turras " devemos andar de maos dadas - juntos faremos um Mundo melhor , mas.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.............e dificil porque para tudo dar certo , o ser humano teria que ser perfeito e tal nao e o caso !&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/20160912-114548691648960709?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114548691648960709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114548691648960709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114548691648960709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114548691648960709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/guerra-dos-sexos-parte-ii-conclusao.html' title='Guerra dos Sexos - Parte II ( Conclusao )'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114548539934105440</id><published>2006-04-19T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:23:19.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Never Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4161/1493/1600/Crazy%20People%20in%20Lisbon%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4161/1493/400/Crazy%20People%20in%20Lisbon%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Even if , sometimes , by the end of the day we think that we did everything wrong , we must not forget one thing - there is always tomorrow and tomorrow never dies ( even when we are dead ! ) .&lt;br /&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/20160912-114548539934105440?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114548539934105440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114548539934105440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114548539934105440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114548539934105440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/tomorrow-never-dies.html' title='Tomorrow Never Dies'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114539232254855625</id><published>2006-04-18T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T13:32:02.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gripping tale !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Atencao : a historia que se segue pode ferir a susceptibilidade de possiveis leitores .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ele chegou . Tarde , mas chegou . Apanhou-me desprevenido . Perguntei-lhe :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Es tu ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" O que e que achas ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Entao quer dizer que..... esta na hora ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Sim ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estupidamente perguntei se iria doer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Es parvo ou fazes-te ? Estas a espera do que ? Que nao doa ? Esperei muito tempo ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Mas porque e que fazes o que fazes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Porque sem mim , estarias incompleto . Sou algo de essencial . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Apanhaste-me desprevenido ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Temos pena . Preparado ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Acho que ........... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Tarde demais ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ele apanhou-me e ate hoje nao tenho tido descanso - maldito sejas - Dente do ciso !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160912-114539232254855625?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114539232254855625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114539232254855625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114539232254855625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114539232254855625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/gripping-tale.html' title='A gripping tale !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114536739105040877</id><published>2006-04-18T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T06:36:31.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxo - O Caso Tuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/0990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/0990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luxo&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;em&gt;s.m. magnificiencia ; ostentacao ; pompa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dentro de muito breve , quem se atrever a tirar musica da internet tera que pagar uma multa cujo valor pode chegar a cerca de 5000 euros . E a resposta da industria discografica a crescente descida do nivel de vendas de albuns . Em Franca e Inglaterra , o ano transacto foi dos piores a nivel de venda directa de discos em lojas da especialidade . Portugal vai ser , se nao estou em erro , o 15 pais da Uniao Europeia onde tal politica de proibicao de download de musica entrara em vigor . As discograficas portugueses dizem ser as principais vitimas da pirataria informatica . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nao querendo aqui criticar ninguem ( mas ja criticando ) acho que , e falando apenas do caso portugues , o grande responsavel e o : Estado . O Estado Portugues e como um papao que tudo quer , sem olhar a meios para o conseguir . O imposto de luxo que temos que pagar para adquirir um cd em Portugal leva milhares de portugueses a recorrerem ao download ilegal ( e com razao ) para poderem ouvir as musicas que gostam . Um exemplo : o segundo cd da fadista portuguesa Mariza custa em Portugal - 19.45 , enquanto que num pais como a Holanda , cujo o nivel de vida da maioria da populacao e bastante superior ao da media dos portugueses , custa apenas 9.45 euros , sendo a media europeia - 13.45 euros . O grande problema que o imposto de luxo nao  se cinge ao mercado discografico . A venda de filmes tambem tem vindo a ser penalizada muito por culpa do elevado preco dos dvds . Um exemplo - a trilogia &lt;strong&gt;" The Lord Of The Rings , Special Edition "&lt;/strong&gt; custa em Portugal qualquer coisa como &lt;strong&gt;69.90 euros&lt;/strong&gt; . Num pais como a Inglaterra , cuja capital e conhecida por ser uma das cidades mais caras do Mundo , custa em libras - &lt;strong&gt;39.90 euros&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quase tudo em Portugal e um luxo . Um televisor e um luxo . Um radio e um luxo . Uma cama e um luxo . Uma casa - algo extremamente importante - e um luxo , visto que temos que pagar uma avultada contribuicao autarquica . Um carro , cada vez mais um meio de trabalho essencial e um luxo enorme . Portugal practica dos precos mais altos a nivel da Europa , ao contrario de paises que os produzem como a Alemanha e a Franca . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O imposto de luxo leva cada vez mais portugueses a atravessarem a fronteira e fazerem compras no pais vizinho onde o IVA esta a 16% ( aqui esta a 21% , menos do que na Alemanha 18% ) . Caso a situacao nao melhore , dez milhoes de portugueses , mais cedo ou mais tarde , passarao a fazer a sua vida diaria em Espanha , onde ate as casas sao mais baratas . Portugal passara a ser uma simples colonia de ferias para turistas abastados .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/20160912-114536739105040877?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114536739105040877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114536739105040877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114536739105040877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114536739105040877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/luxo-o-caso-tuga.html' title='Luxo - O Caso Tuga'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114531607184477257</id><published>2006-04-17T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:22:31.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muitas vezes ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes :nao gostamos do nosso cabelo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes : nao gostamos da nossa roupa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes : nao gostamos da nossa cara !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes nao gostamos dos nossos sapatos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes : nao gostamos da nossa casa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes ..........estamos de costas viradas para nos proprios !&lt;br /&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/20160912-114531607184477257?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114531607184477257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114531607184477257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114531607184477257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114531607184477257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/muitas-vezes.html' title='Muitas vezes ......'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114531519059934169</id><published>2006-04-17T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:10:37.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte na Estrada - Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A meia noite de hoje , serao ja sabidos com exactidao os numeros oficiais relativos aos acidentes rodoviarios durante as ferias da Pascoa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Embora , segundo a Brigada de Transito , o numero de mortos tenha diminuido em comparacao com o numero de mortos registados no ano passado , tendo morrido ate agora : 8 pessoas , acho que nao ha motivo para celebrar . Paises como a Inglaterra , onde cerca de 18 milhoes de condutores para aproveitar o fim de semana prolongado  se fizeram a estrada , nao registaram semelhante numero de mortos ou de feridos ligeiros ou graves . Tudo passa por uma consciencializacao por parte dos condutores portugueses que nao sao os donos da estrada . Que a estrada e , sort of speak : uma comunidade - onde todos devem ser respeitados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espera- se que a morte do actor Francisco Adam , da serie Morangos com Acucar , influencie os condutores portugueses a mudar de atitude . Nao querendo parecer ceptico , acho que sera extremamente dificil , senao mesmo :impossivel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em 2004 morreram nas estradas portuguesas mais de 1000 pessoas . Tal numero foi largamente divulgado por todos os meios de comunicacao . No entanto , continuam a morrer pessoas . Muitas vezes , queremos mostrar a nossa solidariedade perante vitimas de acidentes mas tal torna-se extremamente dificil , principalmente quando sao elas as responsaveis . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A aplicacao de penas mais serias seria , a meu ver , uma medida que a curto ou medio prazo , daria "frutos" . Sim, a situacao ja esteve pior . Mas nao devemos parar nunca de aprender com os nossos erros para que nao os repitamos num futuro proximo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S : vao ver o " Inside Man " !&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/20160912-114531519059934169?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114531519059934169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114531519059934169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114531519059934169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114531519059934169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/morte-na-estrada-parte-ii.html' title='Morte na Estrada - Parte II'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114521856779066894</id><published>2006-04-16T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:16:07.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colonizacao Espacial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo comecou com o lancamento do primeiro satelite artificial . Estavamos no ano de 1957 e o Mundo encontrava-se em plena guerra fria . Em 1962 , Yuri Gagarin e o primeiro homem no espaco , lebando o conflito entre o Mundo comunista e o Mundo capitalista , liderado pelos Estados Unidos , para um novo patamar-a conquista espacial . Os Estados Unidos , depois de varias tentativas falhadas , conseguiram em 1969 lancar com sucesso o seu primeiro foguetao . A bordo viajava entre outros , o primeiro homem a pisar solo lunar - Neil Amstrong . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A criacao de uma estacao espacial de seu nome M.I.R - que em russo quer dizer "paz" , em 1985 foi outro grande contributo para um maior conhecimento do espaco . A MIr "terminou" as suas funcoes em 2003 ( nao tenho a certeza porque nunca fui muito bom com datas ) . Em seu lugar , surgiu uma nova estacao espacial "habitada" por astronautas russos e americanos , por onde ja passaram varias pessoas de outras nacionalidades , especialistas ou nao . Recentemente , um astronauta brasileiro foi o primeiro falante da lingua portuguesa no espaco , mas antes dele ja um milionario sul africano tinha pago a exorbitante quantia de 1 milhao de dolares por uma viagem de cariz turistico ao espaco . Muito brevemente , ja em 2008 , um empresario do norte de Portugal sera o primeiro portugues no espaco . Na linha da frente para uma viagem espacial , ja estiveram inclusive os membros ( ou so um , nao me lembro ) da banda americana N'Sync.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Homem continua a desbravar terrenos desconhecidos numa altura em que o seu futuro terrestre e ainda incerto . "Abandonamos" um planeta a beira da extincao , em que homens lutam uns contra os outros so por causa de um liquido chamado petroleo e outras riquezas . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O espaco e visto com "um novo comeco" - esperamos nao cometer "la" aquilo que cometemos aqui - os mesmos erros . Sera possivel ? Colonizaremos nos o espaco ?&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/20160912-114521856779066894?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114521856779066894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114521856779066894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114521856779066894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114521856779066894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/colonizacao-espacial.html' title='Colonizacao Espacial'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114503197054188036</id><published>2006-04-14T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:26:10.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You will never walk alone !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezez , quando nos deparamos com algo que nos e novo , sentimo-nos sem rumo . Nao sabemos por onde vamos , com quem podemos falar , o que podemos ou nao dizer . As grandes cidades sao um exemplo de um elemento que a partida , nos causa grande sensacao nao so de desconforto mas tambem , de alienacao . De um momento para o outro temos que nos mentalizar que ali , tudo e possivel . As pessoas sao capazes dos actos mais altruistas mas tambem dos mais egoistas . Como defesa , criamos um grupo de amigos que sao como que a nossa "base" . O nosso apoio , a nossa consciencia nos momentos mais criticos , os nossos maiores criticos mas tambem os nossos maiores apoiantes . Gracas a eles , temos a certeza que afinal , aquele sentimento de estranheza que nos "ataca" mal chegamos a um sitio desconhecido , principalmente um sitio cujas dimensoes sao chocantes ( tendo em conta o sitio onde vivemos ! ) pode ser superado .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os obstaculos parecem ser muito mais faceis de ser ultrapassados . Passamos a lidar com o mais diverso leque de situacoes das mais variadas formas , fruto do nosso processo de socializacao que nos "molda" - torna-nos adultos , com tudo o que isso implica . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desculpem se este post nao faz grande sentido mas.......e feriado e o cerebro ( ok , e pequeno eu sei , mas existe ! ) tem que descansar . Hasta la semana que viene .&lt;br /&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/20160912-114503197054188036?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114503197054188036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114503197054188036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114503197054188036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114503197054188036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-will-never-walk-alone.html' title='You will never walk alone !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114502888671896684</id><published>2006-04-14T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:34:46.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lideranca ou subserviencia ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/bearz01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/200/bearz01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/bearz01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/bearz01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde os primordios , sempre existiram aqueles que , ou por forca de vontade ou por esquemas varios , sempre se souberam destacar , passando a ocupar um cargo ( criado por nos ! ) "denominado" : &lt;strong&gt;LIDERANCA&lt;/strong&gt; . No entanto , o que faz estas pessoas tornarem-se lideres ? Porque razao e que muitas vezes , depositamos toda a nossa confianca numa so pessoa , que muitos vezes acaba por nos desiludir ? Porque sera que , como seres racionais , e preciso haver um que seja "aparentemente"mais racional que nos ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dizer que os lideres se "auto-constroem" um tanto ou quanto falacioso . Somos nos que lhes damos importancia . Somos nos quem lhes da um espaco onde possam exercer a sua influencia- difundir a sua mensagem . Dizer que todos os lideres sao fortes tambem nao e de todo correcto . Mas poderemos nos dizer que , mesmo nao sendo "sobre humanos" possuem determinadas qualidades que nos nao possuimos ? Um lider deve ser manipulador ? Deve ser intransigente ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por mais autonomos que sejamos , acabamos muitas vezes or depositar a nossa inteira confianca numa pessoa cuja a historia de vida , nao conhecemos . Deixamo-nos levar por um "ritual" de manifestacao de influencia , muitas vezes treinada ate ao mais pequeno pormenor . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E quano nos desiludem , comecamos a ter nocao do quao fraco nos fomos ou somos -porque quando menos esperamos , voltamos a cair na mesma "armadilha" .&lt;br /&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/20160912-114502888671896684?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114502888671896684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114502888671896684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114502888671896684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114502888671896684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/lideranca-ou-subserviencia.html' title='Lideranca ou subserviencia ?'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114502518088486172</id><published>2006-04-14T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T07:33:00.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The look...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/20.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes , um simples olhar diz mais que 1001 palavras - or at least that is how I see it.&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/20160912-114502518088486172?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114502518088486172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114502518088486172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114502518088486172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114502518088486172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/look.html' title='The look...'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114495254020916004</id><published>2006-04-13T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:22:20.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arkitektura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/lisbon(3)%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/lisbon%283%29%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquilo que a primeira vista pode parecer um OVNI em pleno Parque Eduardo VII e , a meu ver , uma das mais originais obras de arquitectura em Lisboa . Construido com o intuito de ser uma especie de pavilhao multiusos , para acolher concertos , palestras e lancamentos de livros , aquando da edicao da Feira do Livro , no ano passado , ao olhar para este "edificio" lembro-me que : com todos os nossos defeitos , somos capazes de criar tudo o que nos apetece ( o que nem sempre e positivo ! ) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A arquitectura e para mim , a seguir ao cinema , o campo dominado pelo ser humano , onde este pode dar largas a sua imaginacao . Tal como o cinema a arquitectura pode levantar questoes pertinentes , chocar , talvez comover , etc . E no entanto extremamente importante que saibamos cuidar do nosso patrimonio arquitectonico . Nao devemos abandona-lo . Acima de tudo , devemos estima-lo pois nela se encontra grande parte da nossa historia , saida da mente de grandes arquitectos .&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/20160912-114495254020916004?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114495254020916004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114495254020916004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114495254020916004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114495254020916004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/arkitektura.html' title='Arkitektura'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114468683225232536</id><published>2006-04-10T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:33:52.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle Me This - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/staircase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/staircase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ate que ponto e que o facto de sermos seres multifacetados pode levar a auto criacao de outras personalidades ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E mais que certo que , o ser humana tem pelo menos duas personalidades . A forma como nos relacionamos com as pessoas difere de acordo com a nossa proximidade em relacao a essa pessoa . Nao falamos e nao interagimos como uma pessoa com quem estamos poucas vezes , da mesma maneira que nos damos com as pessoas com quem convivemos a maior parte do nosso dia a dia . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dentro de nos , possuimos diversas facetas , muitas vezes completamente opostas . Num momento somos arrogantes , noutro extremamente simpaticos . Num momento - maniaco de pressivos , noutro momento - pessoas cheias de esperanca e gratidao pela vida que levamos . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O facto de sermos multifacetados pode levar a esquizofrenia ? Sera que a nossa capacidade de criar varias personalidades , pode conduzir ao esquecimento da nosssa " autentica " personalidade ? Aren't we all just a little bit crazy ?&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/20160912-114468683225232536?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114468683225232536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114468683225232536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114468683225232536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114468683225232536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/riddle-me-this-ii.html' title='Riddle Me This - II'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114461380999216969</id><published>2006-04-09T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:16:50.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Atraso Portugues ( Parte I )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/bearz04a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/bearz04a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nao querendo aqui manifestar qualquer especie de simpatia por qualquer espectro da vida politica tuga ( embora goste de pensar que sou de esquerda ! ) acho que e necessario que as pessoas percebam de uma vez por todas que : os partidos politicos portugueses sao um grupo ( e desculpem la a pseudo comparacao sem ponta por onde se lhe pegue ) de sacos rotos . Ha uma excepccao ( nao vou dizer o nome ! ) .Mas mesmo essa excepcao , muitas vezes cai no erro de proteger com unhas e dentes muitas pessoas que nao devem ser protegidas . O Bloco de Esquerda assume-se como um partido inovador , urbano e em alguns aspectos revolucionario . No entanto , a meu ver , o partido liderado por Francisco Louca e um partido que se leva demasiado a serio . La por terem conquistado um maior numero de votos nas ultimas eleicoes legislativas , em comparacao com as eleicoes legislativas anteriores , nao faz com que tenham estar constantemente a bater na mesmo tecla , transformando-se muitas vezes naquilo que tanto parecem abominar : os grandes partidos . O proprio nome do partido e um nome que soa estranho - Bloco de Esquerda ? Esquerda ? Que esquerda ? A portuguesa ? Muitas pessoas podem achar que votaram num partido de esquerda so porque o seu nome e Partido Socialista . No entanto , acho extremamente falacioso dizer que o actual governo socialista e um governo de esquerda . Um governo de esquerda na , pelo menos na minha opiniao , fecha escolas , hospitais , maternidades , etc. . Um governo de esquerda nao escolhe a via dos projectos megalomanos quando o fosso entre rico e pobres continua a aumentar a um ritmo vertiginoso . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que e chegada a altura de admitirmos que ainda estamos nos anos 80 . Anos 80 de que pais ? Bem , por mais incrivel que possa parecer , estamos nos 80s britanicos . Os 80s britanicos foram marcados por fortes cortes na seguranca social . Impostos que prejudicavam seriamente as condicos de vida da maioria da populacao . Um aumento do fosso entre ricos e pobres . Mas mesmo sendo a nossa situacao extremamente semelhante a da Inglaterra dos anos 80 , ha uma diferenca de extrema importancia : Margaret Thatcher , sabia que rumo queria seguir e como la chegar ( se foi correcta ou nao , nao sera aqui julgado ) . Maggie sabia que nao poderia ceder a lobbies se queria atingir os seus objectivos . Quanto a Jose Socrates  , teria feito muito mais se enquanto ministro do ambiente dos governos socialistas de Antonio Guterres , tivesse aconselhado o seu chefe a tomar medidas cujos reflexos poderiamos estar a sentir agora . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A direita portuguesa  pelo seu lado , so tem rasgos de inteligencia quando se encontra na oposicao . Uma vez no poder , comete os mesmos erros . E uma direita que de tao conservadora que e ja cansa . O caso do barco da organizacao Women On Waves , que ocorreu quando Pedro Santana Lopes era primeiro ministro foi de tal forma vergonhoso que acho que daqui a 20 anos ainda se ouvira falar nele . Uma direita populista que tal como a esquerda , acha que beijar velhas peixeiras , velhos bebados e barrigas de gravidas , lhes trar votos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perante este panorama , o povo portugues continua impavido e sereno .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/20160912-114461380999216969?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114461380999216969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114461380999216969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114461380999216969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114461380999216969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-atraso-portugues-parte-i.html' title='O Atraso Portugues ( Parte I )'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114461158749405099</id><published>2006-04-09T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T12:39:47.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle Me This !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do we keep waiting for someone to show up , when it's way beyond the agreed schedule ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And why's that , when the person finally shows up , we're all laugh and giggles , as if nothing happened ? As if we didn't have to wait 30 or more minutes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And why's that , when the person doesn't show up at all , we keep saying to ourselves that we won't make the same mistake twice but we end up doing it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why are we such complicated beings ? &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/20160912-114461158749405099?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114461158749405099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114461158749405099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114461158749405099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114461158749405099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/riddle-me-this.html' title='Riddle Me This !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114458884645714857</id><published>2006-04-09T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T06:20:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHE rEAL tHING ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/lisbon%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/lisbon%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my favorite places in Lisbon is : Parque das Nacoes . I don't why , but i love going there . Perhaps one of Lisbon's poshest neighbourhoods , with all that that implies ( non friendly neighbours , etc.etc. ) , Parque das Nacoes kind of makes us think . It makes think what would be like if Portugal was a rich nation ? What would be like if our country was hip , modern , and all those things that when we think of , we immediaty think of Britain , France , The U.S., Germany and even our neighbour : Spain . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parque das Nacoes is , at least for me , a facade . That is not how Portugal really is . Unfortunately very few people can afford living there . Not that every londoner or parisian or berliner lives in one of those cities fancy neighbourhoods . But truth be said : those countries are rich . Yes , two of them may be facing some rather difficult economical problems , but they are rich nonetheless . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parque das Nacoes represents a side of Portugal that we would like to see in reality . A strong country . A country proud of it's history but certainly not extremely attached to it - a country with an eye on the future . In my mind , that certainly isn't the case .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bu then again : can't poor countries show that.......forget it !&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/20160912-114458884645714857?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114458884645714857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114458884645714857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114458884645714857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114458884645714857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/real-thing.html' title='tHE rEAL tHING ?'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114458759619344272</id><published>2006-04-09T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T05:59:56.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegantly Wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/av06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/av06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes we wish we had made the right decision . I'll explain : sometimes , instead of going to a party or a family reunion , we should stay at home , watching a film , reading , or sleeping . Sometimes we just get fed up . People talk but we don't listen . People dance , but we stay quiet . People laugh and we just can't seem to understand what the heck are they laughing of . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But , since we are , "civilized" people we must keep pretending . We have to laugh even when people's jokes just aren't funny . We have to talk in order to give the impression that we are not some wild beasts . We have to mingle . If we don't wish to dance , at least we must pretend that we're having fun , especially when the only thing that's in our minds is to get away from there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Family reunions are really "masters" when it comes to making us regret the fact that we didn't stay at home . All those questions about our l#$e life , school , job perspectives , sometimes make us want to scream .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even so , we must keep pretending . Yes , we may be tired , but  we mustn't show that we're tired . We must show that we are "elegantly wasted " . &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/20160912-114458759619344272?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114458759619344272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114458759619344272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114458759619344272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114458759619344272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/elegantly-wasted.html' title='Elegantly Wasted'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114453000004896766</id><published>2006-04-08T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:00:00.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission to speak ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/bearz04b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/200/bearz04b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes , quando estamos a conversar com alguem , nota-mos que essa pessoa comeca a demonstrar um certo desinteresse pela nossa conversa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quer seja pela nossa voz , quer seja por causa de um ponto um tanto ou quanto controverso por nos abordado .......... muitas das vezes acabamos por falar sozinhos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O estranho e que muitas vezes , somos nos os abordado para comecar uma conversa e depois a pessoa que nos convidou desilude-se tremendamente . Ou entao , interrompemos uma conversa ja avancada , causando uma situacao um tanto ou quanto embaracosa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No entanto , quando nao falamos , chamam-nos de anti-sociais , uma expressao muito em voga nos dias que correm . No pior dos casos , comecamos a achar que os nossos topicos de conversacao nao atraem nem a gregos nem a troianos e cingimo-nos ao nosso lugar de "espectador " .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perante tal dilema ( devemos ou nao falar quando falam connosco , correndo o risco que a pessoa em questao "abandone" a conversa a meio ! ) , deixo uma questao : sera preciso pedir permissao para falar ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S : o &lt;strong&gt;BI2&lt;/strong&gt; ate nao e tao mau quanto muitos nos querem fazer acreditar , mas esperem pelo dvd -that's all i have to say !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20160912-114453000004896766?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114453000004896766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114453000004896766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114453000004896766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114453000004896766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/permission-to-speak.html' title='Permission to speak ?'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114428034791037183</id><published>2006-04-05T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:39:08.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Par ou impar ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/bigballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/bigballs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A sociedade dos nossos dias , diz-nos que nao conseguiremos ser felizes sem antes arranjarmos alguem com quem possamos partilhar quase todos os momentos da nossa vida . Na estando totalmente contra tal pensamento actualmente vigente , acredito que tal nao esta 100% correcto . A verdade e que , por mais dificil que possa parecer e possivel uma pessoa ser feliz........sozinha . Claro que isto pode parecer conversa de perdedor despeitado mas a verdade  e que : muitas vezes o mais importante e aquilo ao qual pouco ou nada atencao prestamos atencao . E dizer "estamos sozinhos " tambem nao e de todo correcto : a familia e a amizade sao factores que nos proibem de afirmar , com ou sem vergonha a nossa solidao , a nossa indisponabilidade ( voluntaria ou nao ! ) . No entanto , na practica as coisas sao deveras diferentes . &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/20160912-114428034791037183?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114428034791037183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114428034791037183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114428034791037183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114428034791037183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/par-ou-impar.html' title='Par ou impar ?'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114427818735643761</id><published>2006-04-05T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:03:07.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We learn ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/bearz13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/bearz13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentence that summons todays lession : We learn from our mistakes ( always ! ) .&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/20160912-114427818735643761?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114427818735643761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114427818735643761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114427818735643761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114427818735643761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-learn.html' title='We learn ...'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114417742362780153</id><published>2006-04-04T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:07:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/smallballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/smallballs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que nao e novidade para ninguem que o tempo esta a mudar . Os altos indices de poluicao , causada quer pelos automoveis , avioes e outros , quer pelas chamadas "guerra preventivas". Num pais como o nosso , que todos os anos enfrenta graves focos de incendios , devia haver uma maior consciencializacao por parte do publico em geral , daquilo que verdadeiramente esta em risco com todas estas alteracoes climatericas - as nossas vidas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os Estados Unidos , o maior poluidor do Mundo ja rejeitaram por varias vezes , reafirmar o seu compromisso com o Tratado de Quioto . &lt;strong&gt;Portugal &lt;/strong&gt;assumiu a mesma postura dos americanos , afirmando que os altos indices de poluicao se deviam ao necessario desenvolvimento da industria , para diminuir o atraso do pais em relacao ao resto da Europa . Isso foi em &lt;strong&gt;1992&lt;/strong&gt; . Estamos em 2006- o atraso, maior ou menor , ainda existe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Governos como o britanico , o alemao e canadiano , tem vindo a aplicar medidas cujo objectivo e aumentar nao so a esperanca de vida dos seus concidadaos , como tambem de todo o Mundo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Infelizmente , tais paises parecem caminhar sozinhos na sua cruzada . O actual desenvolvimento desenfreado da China e da India , podera trazer ainda mais problemas a um meio ambiente ja de si , extremamente fragil . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto nao nos mentalizarmos que , sendo os "donos" deste planeta , temos que preserva-lo com respeito , podemos ter a certeza que o nosso futuro , nao sera nem uma miragem - nao existira por completo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S : acham que devo ver o Basic Instinct2 ? &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/20160912-114417742362780153?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114417742362780153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114417742362780153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114417742362780153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114417742362780153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/weather.html' title='The Weather'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114410068267578154</id><published>2006-04-03T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:44:42.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estatuto : Idoso ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/alicegun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/alicegun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma das poucas certezas que temos enquanto seres humanos e que , caso nao ocorra nenhum percalco que nos podera custar a vida , chegaremos a velhos . No entanto , que especie de velhos seremos nos . Seremos uns idosos que saberao , depois de tantos anos , continuar a dar valor a instrucao por nos adquirida ao longo dos anos , tendo po-la em practica sempre que possivel ? Ou seremos uns velhotes que de tao irritados com o estado do pais , passaremos dias e dias sentados num cafe qualquer a maldizer que recebemos de reforma ? Seremos uns velhos "esmagados " pela inercia de um pais que prefere o " deixa andar " ao  vamos fazer " ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A verdade e que somos nos que tracamos o nosso destino , e as lutas que travamos agora quase de certeza que terao reflexos no nosso futuro . No entanto , mesmo depois de tanto tempo passado e de algumas mudancas significativas teram ocorrido no nosso pais , noto que muita coisa continua igual . Protestamos mas nao nos sabemos fazer ouvir . Somos conformistas em relacao as politicas que nos garantem serem viaveis para o desenvolvimento economico e social do pais . Somos um povo que aqueles que tem qualquer especie de ambicao artistica sao levemente encorajados a abandonar esta " Santa Terrinha " por uns tempos . A maior parte de nos nunca ouviu falar de um Picasso , de um Monet ou de um Van Gogh . Quase nao temos dinheiro para aceder a eventos culturais ( mas gastamos balurdios em jogos de futebol ) . Pouco nos interessa a cultura na televisao porque na verdade , o que "queremos " e assistir a programas que nos facam esquecer a realidade do dia a dia .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E perante este panorama , que deixo uma questao : saberemos nos envelhecer com sapiencia ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S : as criticas norte americanas confirmam o que ja se esperava : Basic Instinct2 e muito mau . No entanto , o site oficial do filme nao o e por isso visitem-nos : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.basicinstinct2.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.basicinstinct2.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/20160912-114410068267578154?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114410068267578154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114410068267578154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114410068267578154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114410068267578154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/04/estatuto-idoso.html' title='Estatuto : Idoso ?'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114365874789349448</id><published>2006-03-29T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:59:07.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/fy%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/fy%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Numa altura em que e lancada uma nova campanha a incentivar o turismo a nivel nacional , quer para atrair mais turistas estrangeiro como tambem para incentivar os portugueses a descobrirem o seu pais , venho aqui fazer um elogio aquele que um dos meus espacos favoritos em toda a cidade de Lisboa ( embora nao sendo lisboeta ) . O &lt;strong&gt;Jardim do Campo Grande&lt;/strong&gt; e como que uma especie de oasis . Um oasis no meio da cidade que para muitos , nao para . Um oasis que deve ser visitado e revisitado nao so por quem gosta de passear , mas principalmente por aqueles que dizem que Lisboa nao tem espacos verdes . O ritmo desenfreado das contrucoes em altura em &lt;strong&gt;Lisboa&lt;/strong&gt; , tenta fazer-nos esquecer que a nossa capital nao tem espacos verdes . Tal facto e meramente falacioso . O Jardim do Campo Grande pode servir como espaco de repouso , encontro ( e tambem desencontros ) , festejos ( ok , tambem ha assaltos ) , conversas longas ou curtas . E como se isso nao fosse suficiente , somos brindados com um lago , cujos habitantes - os patos - como que por momentos nos inspiram a fazer aquilo que eles fazem - RELAXAR&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/20160912-114365874789349448?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114365874789349448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114365874789349448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114365874789349448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114365874789349448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/03/oasis.html' title='Oasis'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114349266058496771</id><published>2006-03-27T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:51:00.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerra dos Sexos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/aveng2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/aveng2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Post dedicado a todos os membros do sexo feminino que conheco !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por mais estranho que possa parecer , a &lt;strong&gt;Guerra dos Sexos&lt;/strong&gt; "is alive and kicking" . Num pais como o nosso , onde as mulheres ainda nao estao suficientemente representadas na sociedade como ja foi revelado num estudo lancado o ano passado ( mesmo assim , nao sei como aparecemos a frente de paises como a Espanha e a Grecia ) , essa "guerra" embora que de uma certa forma "ocultada "e cada vez mais intensa . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para comecar , o nosso tao elogiado ( por muitos ) Primeiro Ministro , apresentou recentemente uma proposta no Parlamento para que haja uma maior representacao das mulheres a nivel parlamentar . A medida partiu de um homem cujo governo por ele liderado , e constituido por 16 ministros , em que so dois sao mulheres ( em Espanha , para igual numero de ministros , a divisao foi &lt;strong&gt;fifty/fifty&lt;/strong&gt; tendo as mulheres ficado com os ministerios mais importantes ! ) . Embora pareca estupido , ainda ha homens em Portugal que consideram as mulheres intelectualmente inferiores ( algo que nao e restrito ao nosso pais ! ) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nao querendo afirmar que tudo "corre" contra o sexo oposto ( que de vez em quando exagera na sua procura por reconhecimento a nivel de atitudes - pelo  menos uma pequenissima maioria que se faz notar ! ) tenho que admitir , sem problemas , que as mulheres sao mais versateis e mais inteligentes ( that stroke a nerve ) que os homens . Talvez por a partida tudo lhes parecer adverso , as mulheres mostram que a sua forca de vontade e muito maior que os obstaculos que lhes sao apresentados . Muitas das coisas que vemos as mulheres fazerem podem a partida causar uma sensacao de desconforto , pois nao estamos habituados a ver mulheres correr atras de uma bola , a concorrer na formula 1 ou a trabalhar nas obras . Enquanto continuarmos com essa visao redutora do Universo Feminino , podemos ter a certeza que mais cedo ou mais tarde ( bem ou mal so tempo o dira . ) veremos as mulheres a nos puxarem ( merecidamente ) o "tapete" . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S : MAS NUMA COISA AS MULHERES TEM QUE ESTAR DE ACORDO : OS MAIORES COZINHEIROS SAO HOMENS E....................FICO POR AQUI&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/20160912-114349266058496771?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114349266058496771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114349266058496771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114349266058496771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114349266058496771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/03/guerra-dos-sexos.html' title='Guerra dos Sexos'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114349126357684960</id><published>2006-03-27T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:27:43.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORTE NA ESTRADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/bees06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/bees06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para uma pessoa que ja foi atropelada , infelizmente tenho que dizer : os portugueses sao maus condutores . Claro que nao podemos generalizar - ainda ha condutores com um palmo de testa  ( &lt;strong&gt;SISTA SARA&lt;/strong&gt; ) que pensam duas vezes antes de cometer as maiores atrocidades quando conduzem .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Portugal foi , no ano passado , o pais da Uniao Europeia , onde mais pessoas morreram na estrada . As principais causas : excesso de velocidade , consumo de alcool , desrespeito pelas regras do transito e acima de tudo , falta de respeito pelos outros condutores . Uma das principais que me leva a pensar que este problema ja e de uma certa forma intriseco aso portugueses prende-se com o facto de sermos um povo do Sul da Europa , com tudo que o esta subjacente . Tal como os nossos vizinhos espanhois e ate mesmo os distantes gregos , temos aquela ideia que um carro foi feito para ser levado ate ao seu limite . Nada contra isso , no entanto ha que ter respeito pelo proximo . La por gostarmos de nos gabar que somos eximios condutores ( quando a maioria de nos nao o e ! ) nao nos da direito de fazermos ultrapassagens perigosas , enquanto conduzimos sob o efeito de alcoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E importante que a nossa postura comece a mudar porque , por mais dificil que seja encarar a realidade , a vida esta dificil . O seguro automovel esta cada vez mais caro , assim como o preco da gasolina  . Muitos dos condutores ja comecaram a sentir na pele esse agravamento da sua "conta privada " . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So com uma mudanca de postura , neste caso em relacao a conducao e que podemos comecar a provar aqueles que ainda nos vem como um bando de atrasados , que mesmo o nosso Pais estando na cauda da Europa , ainda ha coisas positivas ( mesmo que num universo de 100% tais coisas positivas ocupam 75% ! ) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S :&lt;/strong&gt; ANITA , ESPERO QUE CORRA TUDO NA QUARTA FEIRA ( I'LL KEEP MY FINGERS CROSSED ! ) . MOMENTO CHEESY : LEVA LUZ A ESTRADAS NACIONAIS ( THEY REALLY NEED SOME ) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/20160912-114349126357684960?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114349126357684960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114349126357684960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114349126357684960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114349126357684960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/03/morte-na-estrada.html' title='MORTE NA ESTRADA'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114339612628683622</id><published>2006-03-26T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T10:30:51.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excessivas demonstracoes de afecto .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/movie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/movie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que todos nos nos sentimos incomodados com excessivas demonstracoes de afecto . Nos transportes publicos , no cinema , na faculdade ou ate mesmo nos hospitais , parece que e muito dificil a quem gosta , tentar ser ligeiramente mais discreto quando na presenca do objecto da sua afeicao . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nao quero aqui dizer que tenho algo contra os casais que demonstram o seu afecto das mais variadas formas . No entanto , de vez em quando ( e agora vou ser um conhe &lt;em&gt;fascistazoide&lt;/em&gt; ) convem nao esquecer que estao na presenca de outras pessoas , que sendo egoistas ou nao , no que diz respeito aquilo que desejam presenciar , se sentiriam muito menos incomodadas se lhes fosse "recusado" testemunhar duas pessoas literalmente "sugando-se" . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Infelizmente , mesmo que nao gostemos de o presenciar , parece que estamos condenados a "levar com isso " para o resto dos nossos dias . A liberdade alcancada com o &lt;strong&gt;25 de Abril&lt;/strong&gt; , que muitas vezes e confundida com libertinagem , faz-nos ter "tento na lingua" antes de dizermos o que quer que seja em relacao ao casal em questao . Ou entao...... arriscamo-nos ou a levar um murro ou a levar uma chapada - venha o Diabo e escolha !&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/20160912-114339612628683622?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114339612628683622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114339612628683622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114339612628683622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114339612628683622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/03/excessivas-demonstracoes-de-afecto.html' title='Excessivas demonstracoes de afecto .'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114339339802952436</id><published>2006-03-26T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T10:27:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "ameaca" que ja foi vermelha !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/30.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/30.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que toda a gente sabe que Portugal e dos paises mais pobres da Europa , ocupando o primeiro lugar no que diferenca entre ricos e pobres diz respeito . No entanto , no que a primeira vista poderia ser vantajoso para o nosso pais , a muito que o deixou de ser . A entrada de novos paises para a Uniao Europeia veio "piorar" a situacao de Portugal . Dois dos paises quem em 2004 se juntaram a U.E ja nos ultrapassaram : Eslovaquia e Republica Checa . No grupo dos 10 novos membros podemos ainda encontrar paises com extremo potencial , nomeadamente a &lt;strong&gt;Hungria &lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;Polonia&lt;/strong&gt; , Chipre e Malta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nao sera de todo ironico dizer que desde o momento em que esses paises se juantaram a nos na Uniao Europeia , que o nosso " road to perdition " foi delineado . A verdade e que Portugal , que por anos recebeu grande parte dos fundos da Uniao Europeia , provenientes dos bolsos dos contribuintes franceses , ingleses e principalmente , alemaes , nao soube aproveita-los devidamente . Grande parte desse dinheiro foi investido em obras megalomanas como a Expo 98 , que ate nao foi o maior erro a nivel de grandes projectos . O &lt;strong&gt;Euro2004 &lt;/strong&gt;"apareceu" numa altura de grave crise economica e social , mas , por um mes , maioria de nos esqueceu-se por completos dos problemas do pais . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta assim provado que o - o pior cego e aquele que nao quer ver . Simplificando - sera muito dificil testemunhar os nossos novos parceiro europeus cometerem os mesmos erros que nos cometemos ( perante semelhante panorama social , economico e financeiro ) . Os regimes comunistas dessses paises , embora responsaveis por grandes atrocidades que mancharam a historia do continente europeu , uma coisa nunca decuraram : a instrucao . Quanto a nos , e simples : you can't teach and old dog new tricks ( although you can try ! ) .&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/20160912-114339339802952436?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114339339802952436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114339339802952436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114339339802952436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114339339802952436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/03/ameaca-que-ja-foi-vermelha.html' title='A &quot;ameaca&quot; que ja foi vermelha !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114333179224209522</id><published>2006-03-25T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:09:52.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Expectations ( or something like it ! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/batman6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/320/batman6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma das nossas caracteristicas como seres humanos e a nossa solidariedade para com os nossos amigos e familiares . No entanto , e sendo nos humanos , esperamos sempre que os nossos familiares e amigos saibam retribuir a ajuda que lhe foi prestada . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Embora nos seja ensinado , desde muito novos que nao devemos pedir nada em troca , esperar que os outros tenham a mesma postura perante nos numa determinada situacao , e -nos intriseco . Muitas vezes , quando a pessoa &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt; nao age da forma que esperamos , sentimo-nos extremamente desiludidos e comecamos a reconsiderar a nossa postura nao so perante uma pessoa , mas perante todas as pessoas que conhecemos . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Criamos expectativas . Expectativas essas que partem do principio que conhecemos a pessoa com quem convivemos extremamente bem . Pensamos que por conhecermos tao bem uma pessoa e essa pessoa nos conhecer , que ira agir tal e qual nos esperamos que aja . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nao seremos todos um tanto ou quanto egoistas ? I leave the question to you . In the meantime , deixo-vos uma das mais belas imagens do filme &lt;strong&gt;" Batman Returns " &lt;/strong&gt;, o melhor filme de super herois jamais feito ( na minha opiniao ! ) . Como vos conheco bem , sera egoista da minha parte esperar que nao so comentem este post e esperar que partilhem o gosto pelo segundo filme do heroi de Gotham ? &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/20160912-114333179224209522?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114333179224209522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114333179224209522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114333179224209522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114333179224209522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-expectations-or-something-like.html' title='Great Expectations ( or something like it ! )'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114332037939977120</id><published>2006-03-25T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T12:59:39.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oculto ( buuu ... ! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que e o oculto ? A resposta imediata e : aquilo que nao conhecemos , mas que alguns de nos se atrevem a "investigar " e outros de nos preferimos manter distancia . No entanto , o oculto ou as : forcas do oculto , como preferirem , existem . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta mais provado que aquilo que muitas vezes a razao escapa , ou nao merece explicacao ou entao e algo com o qual nao concordamos , pondo por isso de parte . Pessoas que se movimentam diariamente num meio urbano , em que somos de uma certa forma treinados a ser cepticos , pondo de parte aquilo que nao e de todo claro , por muitas vezes damos por nos a gozar com practicas que aos nossos olhos parecem ridiculas . A proliferacao dos chamados Medium vem provar que o "fanatismo" pelas forcas do oculto e as suas possiveis curas milagrosas veio para ficar . Desde  professores que prometem curar qualquer especie de mal , quer a nivel financeiro quer a nivel de saude ou mesmo a nivel afectivo , ate padres ( que de uma forma um tanto ou quanto pouco ortodoxa para padroes catolicos ) que anunciam as suas capacidade de exorcismo , exorcismo esses um tanto ou quanto "suspeitos" devido a alguns dos gestos que o exorcista/padre faz ( desde maos no peito a toques nas partes privadas ! ) . Tudo isto vem juntar mais credibilidade a nossa falta de confianca nesses chamados " rituais " , no entanto - e se por acaso estivermos enganado ? O sucesso de "professores" como o &lt;strong&gt;Professor Bambo&lt;/strong&gt; , Alaje e &lt;strong&gt;Astrologo Mestre Fati&lt;/strong&gt; , embora risonhos ( aquelas caras nao sao la muito dignas de confianca ) apresentam-nos uma questao pertinente : sera que as suas practicas tem verdadeiramente resultados satisfatorias , ou serao eles uma fraude ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O oculto e acima de tudo algo que nos atrai . Ao mesmo tempo que nos fascina tambem nos assusta e enquanto tivermos medo de nos "aventurarmos " por terrenos desconhecidos , haverao sempre aqueles ( mentirosos ou nao ) que prometem mover ceus e montanhas para resolver os nossos problemas . Mas so mais uma questao : a Sharon Stone era nao a assassina do primeiro Basic Instinct ( Paul Verhoven , 1992 ) ? E que o novo filme esta prestes a estrear e como as vacas andam magras , queria saber de antemao se as minha suspeitas de confirmam ( ela e verdadeiramente a assassina porque senao nao aparecia na capa do novo filme com o famoso picador de gelo ! ) . O filme estreia dia 6 de Abril ( mesmo perto das ferias da pascoa ! ) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A IMAGEM E DO FILME : &lt;strong&gt;" HELLBOY"&lt;/strong&gt; DE GUILLERMO DEL TORO . CONTA COM AS PARTICIPACOES DE RON PERLMAN , SELMA BLAIR E JOH  HURT . UM DOS MELHORES FILMES DE SUPER HEROIS ( OU ANTI HEROIS ! ) . &lt;strong&gt;0 a 10 : 7&lt;/strong&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/20160912-114332037939977120?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114332037939977120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114332037939977120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114332037939977120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114332037939977120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/03/oculto-buuu.html' title='Oculto ( buuu ... ! )'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-114324122221792603</id><published>2006-03-24T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:00:22.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Room Of One's Own ( well... sort of ! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/hugo_weaving4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/hugo_weaving4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ainda possivel ser-se diferente ? Quando digo "diferente " refiro-me a : tentar nao seguir a regra todas as "regras " impostas pela sociedade . O que e ser diferente ? E ser uma pessoa que prefere nao se guiar pelas novas tendencias da moda ? E ser uma pessoa que ao contrario dos outros , prefere ouvir um genero de musico de musica cujo gosto nao e partilhado mais ninguem ? E andar sempre sozinho ? E nao votar quando os outros votam ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A resposta e deveras subjectiva . Cabe a cada um de nos achar o que quiser sobre o que e ser diferente . No entanto temos todos que concordar num aspecto :  cada vez mais , embora queiramos nao admitir , vivemos numa sociedade cujo principal "desejo " e a uniformizacao de comportamentos . Aqueles que se quiserem excluir dessa "uniformizacao" serao vistos como uns outsiders , que nao respeitam aquilo que e aceite pela maioria , maioria tal que so o aceitou porque lhe foi imposto - pelos meios de comunicacao . A "caixinha magica " , o cinema , a publicidade - tudo formas de possivel controlo . Cabe-nos a nos saber distinguir o que devemos aproveitar e seguir do que devemos por de parte .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A maioria na maior parte das vezes , nao detem a &lt;strong&gt;RAZAO&lt;/strong&gt; - um grande numero de pessoas pode estar de acordo em relacao a uma determinada forma de estar , vestir , mas mesmo assim nao representam um&lt;strong&gt; TODO&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Claro que ser diferente tem os sues riscos - por mais que tentemos , a maioria de nos gosta sempre que os outros vejam as coisas sobre o nosso ponto de vista . Faz parte da nossa condicao de seres humanos agirmos dessa maneira . Mas tambem faz parte da nossa condicao de seres humanos , o direito a individualidade - a sermos quem queremos ser , nao pondo de parte aquilo que as pessoas acham de nos , mas sim tentando nao nos regermos pela maioria .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S :&lt;/strong&gt; eu sei que a muito que ca " nao punha os pes " mas como escrevi no primeiro post , este um "filho bastardo " , logo ( infelizmente ) e quase sempre posto para segundo plano . No entanto , como o "outro" se emancipou , uma grande parte dos textos sera afixada aqui . Ate breve ( amanha ! ).&lt;br /&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/20160912-114324122221792603?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/114324122221792603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=114324122221792603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114324122221792603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/114324122221792603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2006/03/room-of-ones-own-well-sort-of.html' title='A Room Of One&apos;s Own ( well... sort of ! )'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-113588407844830163</id><published>2005-12-29T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:21:18.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O mesmo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/lisbon%20(2)%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/lisbon%20%282%29%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 2005 esta quase a acabar e chegada a altura de fazer balanco . Ora , que memorias teremos do ano que se despede ja no sabado ? Ficamos a saber que afinal a nossa economia crescera simplesmente 0.5% ( o que para muitos significa = Nada ! ) , que 2006 sera mais um ano para apertar o cinto e que o nivel de vida vai aumentar ainda mais ( aumentos da electricidade , transportes e bens essenciais ja a partir de dia 1 ) , que Portugal estara presente no Mundial de 2006 . Foi tambem o ano em que foram inaugurados os restantes trocos do Metropolitano do Porto , num clima de intensa controversia a volta do financiamento da obra , o ano em que Jose Socrates soube conter o seu " entusiasmo " e nao se demitiu do cargo perante o desaire eleitoral do P.S nas ultimas eleicoes autarquicas , o ano em que um velhote decidiu apresentar a sua candidatura a Presidencia da Republica , fazendo juz ao lema : " Velhos sao os trapos ! " . A nivel cultural , 2005 viu o fecho do maior complexo de cinema do Pais . As salas Millenium Alcochete , 21 ao todo , fecharam as portas devido a falta de publico . Um ano em que Felipe La Feria lancou a sua : " Cancao de Lisboa " e tambem " Alice " , uma versao do livro " Alice no Pais das Maravilhas " . Os cinemas perderam publico em 2005 , e nem mesmo filmes como : " Star Wars " Episode III : Revenge Of The Sith " e " Batman Begins " conseguiram inverter a tendencia de falta de publico , que so recomecou a ir ao cinema , com a estreia de filmes como " Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire " e "  King Kong " ( 94.500 espectadores na primeira semana em exibicao ) . O grande sucesso do ano , em termos cinematograficos nos Estados Unidos foi o "ultimo" capitulo da saga Star Wars de George Lucas , mas tambem se destacaram outros filmes como : " War Of The Worlds " , de Steven Spielberg , " Sin City " de Robert Rodriguez , " Batman Begins " de Christopher Nolan , " Charlie and The Chocolat Factory " de Tim Burton , entre outros . Ann Bancroft ( Great Expectations , The Graduate ) despediu-se de nos , assim como outros actores , europeus e americanos , consagrados em ambas as partes do Atlantico . Londres sofreu um atentado terrorista , dias depois de ter sido palco de um dos concertos do Live 8 , a tentativa de Sir Bob Geldof de convencer os lideres dos paises mais ricos do Mundo a diminuirem ou mesmo a anularem a divida de alguns dos paises do continente africano . Madonna lancou um novo trabalho , de seu nome : " Confessions On A Dance Floor " e conquistou gregos e troianos com o single de avanco : " Hung Up " , principalmente durante a sua actuacao nos MtV Europe Music Awards , em Lisboa . Tambem por ca passaram , os Black Eyed Peas , Robbie Williams , Coldplay , Pussycat Dolls , System Of A Down , Foo Fighters e Shakira . Portugal desceu no indice de desenvolvimento humano ( 27 lugar ) pelo segundo ano consecutivo , so aumentando a diferenca que existe entre os dois paises ibericos . Confrontos em Franca , originados por membros de varios grupos etnicos , levaram a Europa a reflectir sobre o futuro e os limites da imigracao , principalmente se devendo ao facto de os actos de vandalismo terem acontecido num pais que se encontra no centro da Europa . Tony Blair conseguiu ser reeleito , mas perdeu a maioria absoluta que tinha ( acho eu ! ) , muito por causa da Guerra no Iraque , que parece nao querer acabar , muito devido a permanencia de tropas estrangeiras em terreno iraquiano . O fragil relacionamento entre palestinianos e israelitas continuou em 2005 , tendo o ponto de ebulicao sido , o desmantelamento dos colunatos judeus na Faixa de Gaza . Francis Obikwelu trouxe para o Rectangulo , uma medalha de prata , em atletismo , assim como Sergio Paulinho e mais um outro corredor cujo nome nao me recordo . Portugal conseguiu a concretizacao do Europeu de sub-21 em Futebol ( claro , o futebol ! ) e Francisco Penim passou a ser o novo director de programas da Sic , na mesma altura em que Manuela Moura Guedes , foi " convidada " a rescindir contrato com a Tvi , cujos donos sao agora , espanhois . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Embora sejamos bombardeados com mensagens de optimismo , e nao querendo aqui dizer que a crise afecta a todos , so por um milagre 2006 sera melhor que 2005 ( que diga-se de passagem tambem nao foi muito santo ) . E provavel que o numero de desempregados aumente e que as diferencas entre os ricos e os pobres se adensem . E no dia 31 de dezembro de 2006 , ficaremos com a impressao : " que ano acaba ? Tem sido todos iguais ! " .&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/20160912-113588407844830163?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/113588407844830163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=113588407844830163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/113588407844830163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/113588407844830163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-mesmo.html' title='O mesmo !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-113545829312115317</id><published>2005-12-24T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:04:53.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cockroach Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/G23001940728759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/G23001940728759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que fazer quando ouvimos algo que nao deviamos ter ouvido ? O que fazer quando o assunto em questao esta relacionado com pessoas com quem convivemos todos os dias , mas serao essas mesmas pessoas as principais prejudicadas , caso lhes contemos aquilo que ouvimos ? Muitas vezes , ao tentar proteger os outros , quem acaba queimado somos nos . Principalmente quando os dois "campos" sao pessoas que nos estao proximas , pelos mais diversos factores ( desde amigos a familiares ! ) . De vez em quando , desejamos que nos contem tudo , pois tal nao e mais que uma prova de confianca . Mas vezes ha que , quando nos contam aquilo que tanto queriamos ouvir , desejavamos que &lt;strong&gt;Bruce&lt;/strong&gt; nao nos tivesse feito a sua imagem e semelhanca ( ou seja , que nos tivesse feito sem ouvidos ! ) . Tambem podemos optar pelo papel que cada vez mais adoptamos : fingir que nao estamos nem ai e que aquilo que nos estao a contar , esta a entrar a cem , mas de certeza que vai sair a duzentos . O grande problema e quando nao nos consegimos conter e acabamos por ficar com a nossa "foto" queimada por ambos os lados , ou seja , quando contamos a uma das pessoas em questao aquilo que ouvimos e a pessoa que nos conta fica a saber ! Tenho imensa inveja das baratas ( nao querendo revelar muito , mas ........... somos parentes ! ) .&lt;/span&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/20160912-113545829312115317?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/113545829312115317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=113545829312115317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/113545829312115317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/113545829312115317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2005/12/cockroach-effect.html' title='The Cockroach Effect'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20160912.post-113545007961888738</id><published>2005-12-24T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:47:59.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So mais um !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/1600/godzilla_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7590/2014/400/godzilla_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eis entao , mais um blog . Pode-se dizer que se trata de uma especie de filho bastardo ( e o segundo e o parto foi doloroso , por isso e renegado para segundo plano ! ) . Perguntam entao : para que servira mais um blog , na ja tao repleta "blogoesfera" ? . A resposta : nao serve para nada de interessante . Simplesmente foicriado , para ser um espaco para se fazer aquilo que todos nos gostamos de fazer : falar , neste caso escrever , a parva . Discutiir os assuntos mais insignificantes , sempre com a intencao de gozar ( desde politicos ate a a vizinha de cima , pasando pelo piriquito da Raquel ate o gato da Josefa ! ) . Sendo um espaco onde se vai falar a parva , nao esperem ( ou talvez sou eu quem se esta a dar demasiada importancia ! ) comentarios inteligentes sobre aquilo que nos atormenta ( esta parte saiu lamechas , mas paciencia : sao coisas da vida ! ) . Como hoje e Natal , decido acabar por aqui . Nao sei se amanha terei disposicao para escrever alguma coisa , porque .............. e Natal ( por mais que digamos que queremos fugir a rotina natalicia , e impossivel ! ) .&lt;/span&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/20160912-113545007961888738?l=qutoso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/feeds/113545007961888738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20160912&amp;postID=113545007961888738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/113545007961888738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20160912/posts/default/113545007961888738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qutoso.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-mais-um.html' title='So mais um !'/><author><name>Nunovsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133441319285087080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
