<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832</id><updated>2009-12-17T18:02:34.867Z</updated><title type='text'>In Wonderland?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>389</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-3837499301889710590</id><published>2009-12-15T12:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:13:19.330Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girona is where i sleep'/><title type='text'>Inédito</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa&lt;/strong&gt; - 7ºC, Temperatura Máxima/Mínima: 10ºC/5ºC - 20% Possibilidade de Chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girona &lt;/strong&gt;- 9ºC, Temperatura Máxima/Mínima: 9ºC/&lt;em&gt;-7ºC&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Possibilidade de Neve&lt;/em&gt; e 20% Possibilidade de Chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Lisboa estão menos 2ºC que aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(se bem que em Lisboa, a temperatura actual não é a temperatura máxima diária e aqui sim)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-3837499301889710590?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3837499301889710590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=3837499301889710590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/3837499301889710590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/3837499301889710590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/12/inedito.html' title='Inédito'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-1991971905391298782</id><published>2009-12-15T00:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:55:54.690Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor e outros que tais'/><title type='text'>E depois fez-se luz</title><content type='html'>Quanto mais tempo passo &lt;a href="http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/12/note-to-self.html"&gt;com ele&lt;/a&gt;, mais me apercebo que, afinal, nunca me poderia apaixonar por ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mas ele não deixa de ser óptima pessoa. It's not him, it's me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-1991971905391298782?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1991971905391298782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=1991971905391298782' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1991971905391298782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1991971905391298782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-depois-fez-se-luz.html' title='E depois fez-se luz'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-1377181771537720042</id><published>2009-12-13T20:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:21:15.899Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freaky World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrada eu?'/><title type='text'>Mas que palhaçada é esta??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jornal.publico.clix.pt/noticia/08-12-2009/ja-ha-20-mil-estandartes-do-menino-jesus-a-janela-para-contrariar-moda-do-pai-natal-18372341.htm"&gt;Público - Já há 20 mil estandartes do Menino Jesus à janela para contrariar moda do Pai Natal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é CLARO que o 'restante' vai para as paróquias. Obviamente, claro, claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, que sou 100% agnóstica, acho isto de um tremendo mau gosto. Isto não é o Euro2004, em que se coloca uma bandeirinha na janela para apoiar a selecção (que já de si é mauzinho, mauzinho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palhaçada, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se algum de vocês começa a dizer 'Mas o Natal é do menino e tal e coiso' eu juro que fico (mais) enervadinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt; Ai "é uma provocação", minha grande besta?! Então vou pôr uma bandeirinha do gay pride (que choca tanto, mas TANTO, TANTO), juntamente com uma bandeirinha com caveiras e afins E outra a dizer 'fuck you all'. Mas só assim à laia de provocação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(e eu toda contentinha a dizer que, yupi-yupi, já via a SIC aqui no PC. Mais valia ter ficado quieta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-1377181771537720042?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1377181771537720042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=1377181771537720042' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1377181771537720042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1377181771537720042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/12/publico-ja-ha-20-mil-estandartes-do.html' title='Mas que palhaçada é esta??'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-656021718696473602</id><published>2009-12-13T10:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:03:48.137Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girona is where i sleep'/><title type='text'>1 semana para chegar a Portugal...</title><content type='html'>Nunca pensei que ficar 1mês inteiro longe de casa custasse tanto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-656021718696473602?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/656021718696473602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=656021718696473602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/656021718696473602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/656021718696473602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-semana-para-chegar-portugal.html' title='1 semana para chegar a Portugal...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-7929061062000512619</id><published>2009-12-11T12:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:13:01.979Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sou tão parva que arrepia'/><title type='text'>De 28 a 30 de Janeiro vou estar aqui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estocolmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9JLg_w8RX0/SyI3GUu-C3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Tlhxsk2Z_-g/s1600-h/Stockholm_Port.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413950283837213554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9JLg_w8RX0/SyI3GUu-C3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Tlhxsk2Z_-g/s320/Stockholm_Port.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E por meros 18€!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-7929061062000512619?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7929061062000512619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=7929061062000512619' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/7929061062000512619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/7929061062000512619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-28-30-de-janeiro-vou-estar-aqui.html' title='De 28 a 30 de Janeiro vou estar aqui!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9JLg_w8RX0/SyI3GUu-C3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Tlhxsk2Z_-g/s72-c/Stockholm_Port.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-1680319645761855876</id><published>2009-12-08T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:42:16.415Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sou tão parva que arrepia'/><title type='text'>Considerações</title><content type='html'>Sabemos que já estamos um bocadinho mais crescidas quando as conversas no MSN são sobre 'o que fazer para o jantar'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-1680319645761855876?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1680319645761855876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=1680319645761855876' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1680319645761855876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1680319645761855876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/12/consideracoes.html' title='Considerações'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-2021352062154635355</id><published>2009-12-06T19:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:57:09.559Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'>Estou a arranjar coragem</title><content type='html'>Para um dia me referir a ti como 'melhor amiga'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será demasiado cedo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eu sei que, no fundo, os rótulos não têm qualquer interesse, mas é mais fácil dizer "A minha melhor amiga" que "A minha pessoa-importante-sem-nome-sonante". E mereces algo mais que "Uma amiga minha".)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-2021352062154635355?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2021352062154635355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=2021352062154635355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/2021352062154635355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/2021352062154635355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/12/estou-arranjar-coragem.html' title='Estou a arranjar coragem'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-1234383396553127382</id><published>2009-12-04T15:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:45:22.008Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor e outros que tais'/><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>Evita apaixonar-te por qualquer homem carinhoso que te dê o mínimo de simpatia. You've been there and it's not pleasant, young lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-1234383396553127382?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1234383396553127382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=1234383396553127382' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1234383396553127382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1234383396553127382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/12/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-3127178053411246002</id><published>2009-12-01T12:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:55:09.010Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sou tão parva que arrepia'/><title type='text'>É o blog e chega</title><content type='html'>Tirei o Twitter aqui do espaço. Cansei-me de actualizar aquilo e cheguei, finalmente, à conclusão que, de facto, não tem lá grande utilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fui mesmo feita para as redes sociais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-3127178053411246002?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3127178053411246002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=3127178053411246002' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/3127178053411246002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/3127178053411246002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-o-blog-e-chega.html' title='É o blog e chega'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-6079369014785572298</id><published>2009-11-29T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:27:43.058Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Há coisas de que uma pessoa não consegue fugir</title><content type='html'>Ora bem. Eu vi o Twilight E o New Moon (e vou ver os outros 2) e eu li o Twilight E o New Moon E o Eclipse E o Breaking Dawn. E, apesar de conseguir admitir que tanto os filmes - embora tenha gostado do New Moon, bless you Chris Weitz - como os livros são bem fraquinhos e desesperadamente mal-escritos, não consigo deixar de me interessar pelas notícias sobre os mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este franchising é um pouquinho viciante, se deixamos que o seja. E, atenção, que eu já referi que a qualidade não é lá muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as 'mormon-ices' e as 'Mary-Sue-ices' irritam-me perdidamente e é por isso que este artigo está mais certo que nunca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;"7 Popular 'Chick Flicks' That Secretly Hate Women.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;#6.&lt;br /&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;In Twilight, a boring-ass twitchy girl named Bella falls in love with a shiny vampire named Edward. And for some reason not explained by the movie, he loves her back. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;So just be your clumsy, mouth-breathing selves ladies. Someday, if you're skinny enough, someone exotic will love you for just being "you."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;And How Does This Hate Women?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;Take the vampirism from this movie and all you're left with is Ike and Tina right before Tina refuses to eat the cake. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;Edward stomps, broods, sneers and snidely tells his love interest to fuck off, but that's just the forbidden fruit angle Bella needs to stand around like a dumbass waiting for her stalker/boyfriend to confess his love/violent lust for her tasty blood. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;He'll confess a few MURDERS while he's at it. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;Bella sees his murderous lust and raises him a dead-eyed vacant stare and the flippant assurance that he'd never hurt her. (...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;EDWARD CULLEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;I've killed people before.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;ISABELLA SWAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;It does not matter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;EDWARD CULLEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;I wanted to kill you at first. I've never wanted a human's blood so much, before.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;ISABELLA SWAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;I trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women_p1"&gt;Any girl with the self-esteem of a shoe would call it a day right there. And the next time a Cracked intern with a violent boyfriend hobbles into the office on a broken leg with a cockamamie story about falling down the stairs, then out the window, we're going to believe her. Thanks, Twilight."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, embora eu concorde e consiga enumerar muitas mais coisas que estão erradas com toda a saga Twilight, continuo a ter os livros (embora já não os leia) e os filmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty-pleasure? Preferia ter continuado com "10 things I hate about you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suspiro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-6079369014785572298?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6079369014785572298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=6079369014785572298' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/6079369014785572298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/6079369014785572298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/ha-coisas-de-que-uma-pessoa-nao.html' title='Há coisas de que uma pessoa não consegue fugir'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-2820280429457604721</id><published>2009-11-28T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:19:02.305Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Bohemian Rapsody: Muppet Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-2820280429457604721?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2820280429457604721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=2820280429457604721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/2820280429457604721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/2820280429457604721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/bohemian-rapsody-muppet-style.html' title='Bohemian Rapsody: Muppet Style'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-7758065655092062820</id><published>2009-11-27T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:22:00.937Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady oh my dog'/><title type='text'>E isto não é sobre amor, é sobre atracção</title><content type='html'>"Tenho pena de não ser aquele tipo de mulher com que os homens sonham. Quer dizer, sonham. Provavelmente com algumas partes do meu corpo avulso, um bocadinho aqui, outro ali - o conjunto todo aposto que não, porque não tem assim tanta graça e eu tenho mesmo de perder dez quilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, assim, é, como dizer isto sem parecer uma palhaça idiota,nunca ninguém vai prestar um bocadinho mais de atenção ao que eu sou do que ao que eu pareço, o que acaba por ser triste, mas às vezes temos de aceitar certas condições, como ter a pele seca – os hidratantes aliviam mas não podem cambiar uma natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta e meia regresso a isto – nunca terei qualquer importância para alguém e, acima de tudo, tenho de perder dez quilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, só estou a ser sincera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- da &lt;a href="http://ladyohmydog.blogspot.com/2009/08/verdade-e-nada-mais-que.html"&gt;Lady Oh My Dog!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-7758065655092062820?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7758065655092062820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=7758065655092062820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/7758065655092062820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/7758065655092062820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-isto-nao-e-sobre-amor-e-sobre.html' title='E isto não é sobre amor, é sobre atracção'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-5121112072174543266</id><published>2009-11-26T15:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:34:08.111Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freaky World'/><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bg11.org/wp-content/uploads/children_on_a_leash_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 487px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 453px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bg11.org/wp-content/uploads/children_on_a_leash_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;E a sua utilização é mais vulgar do que eu pensava.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-5121112072174543266?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5121112072174543266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=5121112072174543266' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/5121112072174543266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/5121112072174543266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-2113402278687726949</id><published>2009-11-26T13:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:24:29.585Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor e outros que tais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sou tão parva que arrepia'/><title type='text'>Eu não quero ser celibatária. Mas o mundo quer que eu seja.</title><content type='html'>Hoje, um homem que passou ao meu lado encostou-se a mim e disse "que guapa eres". Foi nojento e ligeiramente degradante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ocorreu-me que, pelo andar da carruagem, é o mais próximo que vou estar de contacto sexual até ao fim do ano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-2113402278687726949?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2113402278687726949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=2113402278687726949' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/2113402278687726949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/2113402278687726949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-nao-quero-ser-celibataria-mas-o.html' title='Eu não quero ser celibatária. Mas o mundo quer que eu seja.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-4360794867006451176</id><published>2009-11-25T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:28:02.816Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sou tão parva que arrepia'/><title type='text'>If it was a perfect world...</title><content type='html'>He would love me and we would be husband &amp;amp; wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/35ubNn_YyFA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/35ubNn_YyFA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-4360794867006451176?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4360794867006451176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=4360794867006451176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/4360794867006451176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/4360794867006451176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-it-was-perfect-world.html' title='If it was a perfect world...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-156446057063233880</id><published>2009-11-24T17:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:23:39.722Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='med school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sou tão parva que arrepia'/><title type='text'>E eu que não sabia...</title><content type='html'>... que se nos atrasamos um dia a devolver um livro à biblioteca da universidade, eles bloqueam-nos a conta durante 1 semana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-156446057063233880?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/156446057063233880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=156446057063233880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/156446057063233880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/156446057063233880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-eu-que-nao-sabia.html' title='E eu que não sabia...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-4708703309214223355</id><published>2009-11-23T08:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:19:33.943Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor e outros que tais'/><title type='text'>Não acredito no conceito de "amor" III</title><content type='html'>No fundo, gostava de acreditar no "amor". A sério que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso aterroriza-me. Seria dar o coração a alguém para o receber em pedacinhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-4708703309214223355?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4708703309214223355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=4708703309214223355' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/4708703309214223355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/4708703309214223355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-acredito-no-conceito-de-amor-iii.html' title='Não acredito no conceito de &quot;amor&quot; III'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-4670969216195684030</id><published>2009-11-21T19:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:54:24.979Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girona is where i sleep'/><title type='text'>O idioma, sempre o idioma</title><content type='html'>Ontem, quando nos reunimos no apartamento de um dos meus colegas de residência, conheci um croata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falei mais com ele em 30min do que alguma vez falei com a maior parte dos meus colegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto porque, apesar de falar bem castelhano, sinto-me muito mais à vontade no inglês. Além disso, aqui, não tenho ninguém com quem treinar o meu 'british accent'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e ficam todos muito admirados de eu ser fluente em inglês e de não ter 'sotaque' estrangeiro. Porque eles têm. Bastante. Ainda estou para me habituar ao 'Michael &lt;em&gt;Iackson'&lt;/em&gt;, em vez de 'Jackson')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-4670969216195684030?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4670969216195684030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=4670969216195684030' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/4670969216195684030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/4670969216195684030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-idioma-sempre-o-idioma.html' title='O idioma, sempre o idioma'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-8008148193857975786</id><published>2009-11-21T11:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:59:55.180Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Oh-que-eu-vou-ser-a-primeira-na-lista-para-ver-este-filme</title><content type='html'>"The Brontes are all the rage for adaptation right now. (...) I love corsets and cravats, so I'm not going to complain, and I'm certainly not going to whine if &lt;a href="http://www.moviefone.com/celebrity/cary-joji-fukunaga/2239447/main?icid=movsmartsearch"&gt;Cary Fukunaga&lt;/a&gt; gets this cast for &lt;a href="http://www.moviefone.com/movie/jane-eyre/33970/main"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1118011645.html?categoryid=13&amp;amp;cs=1"&gt;Variety&lt;/a&gt; is reporting that &lt;a href="http://www.moviefone.com/celebrity/michael-fassbender/2143301/main?icid=movsmartsearch"&gt;Michael Fassbender&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.moviefone.com/celebrity/mia-wasikowska/458244/main?icid=movsmartsearch"&gt;Mia Wasikowska &lt;/a&gt;are in talks to play Jane and Rochester for Fukunaga, and oh, how torrid it would be! This is actually the second time Fassbender has circled a Bronte adaptation. Last May, he was said to be &lt;a href="http://www.cinematical.com/2008/05/12/natalie-portman-ditches-wuthering-heights/"&gt;in talks for Wuthering Heights,&lt;/a&gt; but Ed Westwick - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wtf??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; stepped into that particular waistcoat. It's a shame. I think Fassbender would have made an excellent Heathcliff, and may have been the first one to actually snarl, bang his head against a tree, and slap people convincingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he will make a very simmering Rochester, and is the only actor who could top &lt;a href="http://www.moviefone.com/celebrity/toby-stephens/1962145/main?icid=movsmartsearch"&gt;Toby Stephens'&lt;/a&gt; wonderful turn in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasikowska is still a bit of a dark horse. She's becoming one of those much-discussed names, but most of us have yet to really meet her until Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland hits theaters. She's very pretty, but is just "ordinary" (if that doesn't sound too terrible) enough to fit the part of plain Jane, and as an Aussie, she'll be able to turn on an English accent better than Ellen Page. If this is the Jane Eyre that makes it to the screen, I'll be happy. Let the eerie screams, mysterious fires, and lingering looks commence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;a href="http://www.cinematical.com/2009/11/20/michael-fassbender-goes-from-one-bronte-to-the-next/#comments"&gt;Cinematical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-8008148193857975786?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8008148193857975786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=8008148193857975786' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/8008148193857975786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/8008148193857975786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-que-eu-vou-ser-primeira-na-lista.html' title='Oh-que-eu-vou-ser-a-primeira-na-lista-para-ver-este-filme'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-834921445684790691</id><published>2009-11-20T17:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:28:03.253Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freaky World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><title type='text'>Correndo o risco de ser linchada em praça pública...</title><content type='html'>Não acho o anúncio do Pingo Doce tão mau quanto isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é bom mas já vi bem piores (como o das Chips Ahoy! com a bolacha gigante bailarina). Não percebo a polémica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-834921445684790691?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/834921445684790691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=834921445684790691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/834921445684790691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/834921445684790691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/correndo-o-risco-de-ser-linchada-em.html' title='Correndo o risco de ser linchada em praça pública...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-1779348779759421713</id><published>2009-11-19T15:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:27:02.855Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sou tão parva que arrepia'/><title type='text'>A Vovó está bem,don't worry</title><content type='html'>Mas continuo sem chocapic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-1779348779759421713?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1779348779759421713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=1779348779759421713' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1779348779759421713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1779348779759421713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/vovo-esta-bemdont-worry.html' title='A Vovó está bem,don&apos;t worry'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-6767376432628938479</id><published>2009-11-19T15:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:25:38.133Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girona is where i sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='med school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrada eu?'/><title type='text'>Eu sou muito nova para ter um ataque cardíaco</title><content type='html'>Fui uma semaninha a Portugal (para estudar, tendo em conta que tinha exame final). Começou bem mas os últimos 3 dias... God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou antes de chegar a Portugal, comigo a saber que a minha avó caiu e abriu a testa. Levou pontos mas de resto ficou tudo bem. Menos eu, que fiquei num estado de nervos insuportável, obviamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, em Portugal, tudo bem, tudo &lt;em&gt;smooth&lt;/em&gt;, excepto a recusa da Sra.Minha-Avó a comer. No último dia, a senhora não come mesmo NADA. Portanto, estava eu no avião, a caminho de Girona, com os nervos de um exame final, de ter que voltar a ficar sem a minha família e a amigos no estrangeiro e de ter uma avó no hospital sabe-se lá com quê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego a Girona, já irritadinha, e o que melhorou o meu dia?? Eu cheguei a Girona. A minha mala não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia de fazer o exame, dizem-me que a minha avó está a ser operada a uma apendicite (ou melhor, eles operaram-na à apendicite mas não tinham a certeza se era uma ou o raio-que-parta-os-médicos). Só com calmantes é que consegui a fazer a porra do exame (que acho que passei mas não faço a mínima).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e acabou-se o chocapic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-6767376432628938479?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6767376432628938479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=6767376432628938479' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/6767376432628938479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/6767376432628938479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-sou-muito-nova-para-ter-um-ataque.html' title='Eu sou muito nova para ter um ataque cardíaco'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-2477256142968757777</id><published>2009-11-14T13:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:27:28.307Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou à espera...</title><content type='html'>(e é só isto)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-2477256142968757777?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2477256142968757777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=2477256142968757777' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/2477256142968757777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/2477256142968757777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/estou-espera.html' title='Estou à espera...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-1673818117557890721</id><published>2009-11-13T01:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:10:56.789Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sou tão parva que arrepia'/><title type='text'>Na verdade...</title><content type='html'>Custou-me mais escolher entre o "The Fountain" e o "Amélie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Amélie", both times).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-1673818117557890721?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1673818117557890721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29491832&amp;postID=1673818117557890721' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1673818117557890721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29491832/posts/default/1673818117557890721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com/2009/11/na-verdade.html' title='Na verdade...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219452276061792260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17335539092920025885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29491832.post-4500716406960445091</id><published>2009-11-12T15:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:19:26.927Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sou tão parva que arrepia'/><title type='text'>Foi como escolher entre dois filhos</title><content type='html'>No &lt;a href="http://www.flickchart.com/"&gt;Flickchart&lt;/a&gt;, pediram-me para escolher entre o "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0211915/"&gt;Amélie&lt;/a&gt;" e o "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101414/"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me como a Sophie no "Sophie's Choice".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29491832-4500716406960445091?l=palavrassoltasnovento.blogspot.com' alt='' 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