<?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-7659032516161191850</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:27:18.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R. says-I go agains ALL.</title><subtitle type='html'>For some thinking and smart comments</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-3646270440945461115</id><published>2009-08-10T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:21:43.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forget!</title><content type='html'>Helloooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It have been so long, that I didn't write here, that in the end, I forget where exactly I put my blog!&lt;br /&gt; Really! I forget the domain that I put my block on! I forget the name, the links..everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was one night, that I was really eager to write and guess what- I thought about my blog!&lt;br /&gt; Ok! I am going to write in my blog..but what was the name of my blog? And where did I put it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today I discover, the big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secret.&lt;/span&gt; I put it right here..&lt;br /&gt; It was right here all the time, but only today, I discover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And so-I am writing now. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am preparing myself to go to University. It will be a shock. It wil be a new experience. It will be..Life. Raw, scary, big and..University! This is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Listen to this, to get some insperation, before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt; The best Ever I listen so far, from this website! Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinymixtapes.com/-Chocolate-Grinder-"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://www.tinymixtapes.com/-Chocolate-Grinder-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Debelle - "Bad Boy" (Speech Therapy) -LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-3646270440945461115?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3646270440945461115/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/3646270440945461115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/3646270440945461115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-forget.html' title='I forget!'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-4680141645236679645</id><published>2009-04-14T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:56:57.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost time</title><content type='html'>Остават броени дни, до заминаването ми, за Анкара.&lt;br /&gt;  Още от вчера, понеделник, чуствам, как дните ще се изнижат ей така и вече си се представям как летя.&lt;br /&gt;   Има още куп неща да се свършат преди това, а аз даже незнам, откъде да почна.&lt;br /&gt;  Освен, подмяна на летния гардероб, трябва да правя и подмяна, вътре в себе си.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Моята year off, почти приключи. Почти 8 месеца, прекарах, живеейки в Хасково.  Това е доста време, както и да го погледнем.&lt;br /&gt; Обръщайки се назад, мога да кажа, че можеше много повече неща да свърша, много повече да науча, от това, което постигнах. Но бързах, нещата да се изнижат, year off-a, да свърши и да поема по пътя на учението abroad.&lt;br /&gt; Е, това е на път да стане, а с толкова много пришпорване, май съм задвижил твърде бързо нещата. В момента опитвам да забавя темповете, да наваксам в field-овете, където не съм толкова добър, но времето не чака.&lt;br /&gt;  Вече чуствам как се рея, между облаците и как самолета се приземява. Не ми остава никакво време. Толкова енерция съм насъбрал от преди, да тръгна, да замина, че не мога да я спра в момента, даже и да ми се иска.&lt;br /&gt; Чуствам с каква огромна скорост, събитията минават. Ще кажа Чао, на хората, които бяха до мен, тези месеци. Ще мина още веднъж, по познатите ми улици на града. Ще погледна назад, за да видя, какво ще оставя  в Хасково.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Надявам се, престоя ми, abroad, да е положителен. Ben казва, че даже и да е отрицателен или да не ми допадне толкова, пак ще е experience. Ще помъдрея, ще има growing up.&lt;br /&gt;  Вече летя..&lt;br /&gt; Няма нужда от стягане на багаж, тъй като той е винаги стегнат. Винаги готов, да тръгна.&lt;br /&gt;  А когато опцията ми се дава, да замина, се чудя как да забавя събитието и къде да разопаковам нещата.&lt;br /&gt; Може би е страх от неизвестното. Може би съм свикнал вече с нещата, около мен, тук в Хасково, и не искам да се променят.&lt;br /&gt; Но връщане няма. А времето тече страшно бързо..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-4680141645236679645?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4680141645236679645/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-almost-time.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/4680141645236679645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/4680141645236679645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-almost-time.html' title='It&apos;s almost time'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-2235889996405174392</id><published>2009-03-15T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:37:46.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying that you are right about everything does make you automatically wrong!</title><content type='html'>It is it, not cool? Saying that you are right about everything does make you automatically wrong.&lt;br /&gt;   It's long, smart..and it's cooL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-2235889996405174392?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/2235889996405174392/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/03/saying-that-you-are-right-about.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/2235889996405174392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/2235889996405174392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/03/saying-that-you-are-right-about.html' title='Saying that you are right about everything does make you automatically wrong!'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-6861880331220952546</id><published>2009-03-15T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:15:54.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great speeches</title><content type='html'>Today, at Ben place, we watched, the movie The Great Debaters.&lt;br /&gt;  What I learn from the movie&lt;br /&gt;   -The greatest speaches, are won, not by the strongest argument, but the most Emotional and dramatic example.&lt;br /&gt;   -Always refer to God and the Bible. The audience and jury like that, because they will think you are righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;   -Black people make great emotional speeches. Specially when they speak, how mistreated the black people are.&lt;br /&gt; -Have a black  coach. He will inspire you, with emotional speeches and quotes from poets and history.&lt;br /&gt; -Little boys, don't get hot girls.&lt;br /&gt; -Black people love to dance&lt;br /&gt; -Does saying too much "black people" make you a rasist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-6861880331220952546?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/6861880331220952546/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-speeches.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/6861880331220952546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/6861880331220952546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-speeches.html' title='Great speeches'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-5312713411944234674</id><published>2009-03-15T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:02:01.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Issue</title><content type='html'>I have to write about a social issue, I am concern about.&lt;br /&gt;    You probably are going to say-'Good! You can speak out your mind'. Yes..but No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I dislike so many things, I see  everyday, but I am so use to it, that I can't name them straight.&lt;br /&gt; I don't like....and that is. A blind space.  How can I say, I dislike so many things, but can't give a straight example? So, if I can't give a example, that means, I really don't dislike anything.&lt;br /&gt; Everything is ok. Maybe that is my social issue- I am so use to problems, that I don't see them as a threat and can't name them particularly.&lt;br /&gt; I have to figure out something for tommorow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your social issue?&lt;/span&gt; Unfair parking tickets, high price of bloody everything, not enough social care for adults?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When I am finish and have it on paper my social issue, I am going to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's time for change! Name the problem! Speak out!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ..and don't get stuck-inspired like me -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-5312713411944234674?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/5312713411944234674/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/03/social-issue.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/5312713411944234674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/5312713411944234674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/03/social-issue.html' title='Social Issue'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-3013335011728280305</id><published>2009-02-23T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:57:44.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days to go..and 100 click on this blog!</title><content type='html'>I start with the big news (for me). There are only 3 more days, that I am going to be at age 19. Can you imagine? Just after 3 days, I am changing numbers. I can't believe it. And I don't know if I want to believe it. But that is not important- time fly like something really fast, and there is no stoping of it. Just have to get fit to it, and accepted it. Three more days, 19. I am going to miss that age.  It was fun, have great experience, and I think there is more to learn from it. But numbers change. Twenty, here I come! Hope for the best, time will show the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One hundread clicks!!!&lt;/span&gt; On this blog! Yeaah...Even that most of the click on this blog, are from me, to check out, if someone leave a comment, still there are One hundread clicks!&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks to the people, who visit the blog, and hope, someday, will turn one thousand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-3013335011728280305?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3013335011728280305/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-days-to-goand-100-click-on-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/3013335011728280305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/3013335011728280305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-days-to-goand-100-click-on-this-blog.html' title='3 days to go..and 100 click on this blog!'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-3629619933272190490</id><published>2009-02-15T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:33:49.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14.02- Day of love, death, sickness, love-making and friendship</title><content type='html'>14.02. Many people associated the day, with Sv. Valentine. But it was not all, flowers, hearths and ballons. There were funeral too.&lt;br /&gt;   On that day, a 18 year old boy, die in a car accident. He was going to finish high school, and go maybe to university. His life was infront of him. But he pass away, in that car accident.&lt;br /&gt;   It make me very sad, and sick inside. I filled that day, that I am going to have a hearth atack. So many funeral around me, this months, that I am scared to think, who is going to be the next.&lt;br /&gt;  It shake my stability, of knowing, that people will exist for a long time, around me. But instead of this, I see more and more funerals. Young, old, there passing away, and it's really scary, because you know, that maybe someone around you, that you see every day, you may face his obituary.&lt;br /&gt; The boy was too young..and it's really sad. So sad, that litarly make me puke in my bathroom. I was shaking and scared, that people are dying, and you can't do much about it.&lt;br /&gt;  Who is going to be the next one? Is it someone you know? Or have seen on the street? How you are going to react.&lt;br /&gt;  I still fill uncomfortable, with the thought that everyone are going to pass away and no security in life, is for ever. It's sad and scary..and suffocate my hearth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wish to write about the love-making, friendship..but I will leave this post, only to death. Don't wont to put, other topics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-3629619933272190490?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3629619933272190490/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/1402-day-of-love-death-sickness-love.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/3629619933272190490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/3629619933272190490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/1402-day-of-love-death-sickness-love.html' title='14.02- Day of love, death, sickness, love-making and friendship'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-7192264211287761186</id><published>2009-02-07T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:54:29.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I care!</title><content type='html'>We are such a big disbelivers. Hardly we believe in something.&lt;br /&gt;    We don't believe in ourself, in other people, in the world, in space..whatever, we don't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One person, this night say-"People don't care about people"- I hope that, she say that, because shte is lonely or sad. I hope that she dosen't believe it really and deeply. I hope, because I care, and write to her. Saying "people don't care about others" just destroy any feeling. We are selfish and ignorant, but little or more, we care. Because we need that feeling, to care toward someone.&lt;br /&gt;     Even the most hateful persons, among us, feel the need to care for somebody, even just to hate him.&lt;br /&gt;    So I say-"I care", more then you know. Don't give shit like "people don't care" just to say, how bad you feel, about the world. There people, who actually care and if you want that to continued, stop pity yourself and say 'Hi', to everyone around.&lt;br /&gt;       I care and I hope, that you find out. Because, it piss me off, sometime, when you say, how people are unfair. I care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-7192264211287761186?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/7192264211287761186/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-care.html#comment-form' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/7192264211287761186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/7192264211287761186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-care.html' title='I care!'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-2719595271725660975</id><published>2009-02-04T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:22:53.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here the wind blow..and it call for change</title><content type='html'>"Sharks keep moving", "Kolya", "Catena collapse". That are just one, of the names, of my new face.  The face dress in red. The face listening to screamo music and thinking that he is filling joy, of everyday stuff, for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt; The reason is not love. Not even money. The reason are people. I think that, I can start to believe that, feeling good, with other people can change you, to that point, that you are addicted to 'feeling good'. And that my readers of this blog, is something wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;  I feel the energy flooting thrue my body. The music, the colours, the sky this days..it's just I can feel it, something wonderful is happening and something even more great is coming my way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Sky do push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;   Flexability..&lt;br /&gt;   don't means with&lt;br /&gt;   stability."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-2719595271725660975?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/2719595271725660975/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-wind-blowand-it-call-for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/2719595271725660975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/2719595271725660975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-wind-blowand-it-call-for-change.html' title='Here the wind blow..and it call for change'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-6189640480901332391</id><published>2009-02-03T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:01:37.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outlander 2008 (second notes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/outlander1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 212px;" src="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/outlander1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-is that viking sword or sci-fi sword?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second review, Outlander is not neither sci-fi or viking movie. It's not even a good mix.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that it has taken parts from several movies, even a game (the metal costume of the hero and the sci-fi atmosphere, even the alient is looking like a Zerg, are so familiar with the game Starcraft, that you can't denied)&lt;br /&gt;The plot is plain, not a whole story, you get confuse at a time, are you watching a sci-fi movie with a viking elements, or a viking movie with some sci-fi elements, or what Are you watching at all?!&lt;br /&gt; You are watching Outlander. A attempt to bring two different genres at one movie. Can you imagine, The 13th worrier and the Alien in one movie? I can't at this moment and Outlander didn't make me believe, that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Even, with a high budget, 55 Millions, I don't think that it will have a major success. With a bad promotion and not so good made idea, I don't think that Outlander will be remembered or have impact in the movie history. But hey..you can expect a sequal (hope Not). Won't that be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P.S: The resemblings with the "The 13th worrier" are so much, now that I watch more close, the movie. The creature in Outlander, in the end, is hiding in a cave, just like in the 13th worrier, then the group escape thrue water and in the final scene, they burn a ship, with a burning arrows. Guess what?  Just like in "The 13th worrier"!  I think that, the director of Outlader have to be a big fan, of 13th worrier, or he just think, that he can take parts of The 13th worrier and easily can mix them with sci-fi, from The Matrix, Alien and Scarcraft. Well..No. He can't and the movie prove it.&lt;br /&gt;  From scale 1 to 10, I give 4 to Outlander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-6189640480901332391?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/6189640480901332391/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/outlander-2008-second-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/6189640480901332391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/6189640480901332391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/outlander-2008-second-notes.html' title='Outlander 2008 (second notes)'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-5498065714883988624</id><published>2009-02-03T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:25:56.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outlander 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/outlander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 437px;" src="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/outlander.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What happen, when you combain "The 13th worrier" and "The matrix"? The result is- Outlander.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe, because of the viking set, but the movie looks so much as "The 13th worrier". You have vikings, you have a mistical monsters (in "The 13th worrier it was the "the wendol" and in Outlander is "Moorwen") and the lead hero in Outlander looks so much as Antonio Banderas in "The 13th worrier". The only thing is that, I like more "The 13th worrier". It was more antentic and had more atmosphere. It make me feel really, like I am in Norway or the Finlands. In Outlander, it has some nice decores, but it look, like made in a hollywood studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other part, in Outlander, is the taken ideas from the Matrix. The movie begin how our hero crush on the planet Earth and to find where he is, he use his computer.&lt;br /&gt; After he find out, that he lends in viking times, he start a program, to learn all the facts, about this era and language. And Bam! After 3 seconds of memorising, he knows evrything. Just like in "The Matrix", where Trinity learn how to fly a helicopter, in a matter of seconds. Let's don't forget, again the resemblance with "the 13th worrier". In the 13th worrier, our hero had also the problem with language. But how he learn it? On the old school way- by listening to others and try to figure out, what they say.&lt;br /&gt;I will remember that, because I was watching the 13 worrier with my parents, and they were facinated with that method and it was really cool, to watch how he just sits and listen to them, and after a time, he can clearly answer to them that his mother has not a whore. That's the way of learning! With hard work, not like in the Outlander, where just in seconds, the hero knows evrything.&lt;br /&gt; What about the monster in Outlander? It look just like a the octopodes in the Matrix. Almost one to one. I prefer the vendols in the 13 worrier. They were much cooler and scary, then a "I seen this creature before" in the Outlander movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So in the end, I will say, if you want to watch a viking atmosphere movie, go see "The 13th worrier" with Antonio Panderas and forget about the viking-matrix mix, that is the Outlander.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-5498065714883988624?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/5498065714883988624/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/outlander-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/5498065714883988624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/5498065714883988624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/02/outlander-2008.html' title='Outlander 2008'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-1761386421509923759</id><published>2009-01-31T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:25:04.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Bush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SYRtGN5SO_I/AAAAAAAAABc/1VA-WL9rk0I/s1600-h/bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SYRtGN5SO_I/AAAAAAAAABc/1VA-WL9rk0I/s320/bush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297479015271119858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't think there's a person left on this earth who isn't  thrilled/glad/relieved to see the back of George Bush, America's worst  president  - and that includes Republicans. Which is why we laughed out loud  when a reader sent in this brilliant ad in the Australian newspaper, The Daily  Telegraph today. Supermarket hair removal brand &lt;a href="http://www.veet.com.au/" target="_blank" mce_href="http://www.veet.com.au/"&gt;Veet&lt;/a&gt; joined in the loud chorus of  'goodbye and good riddens' and sold a few more tubes of hair removal cream at  the same time. Brilliant. No more Bush indeed. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Laura  Demasi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just so perfect! Ha-ha-ha! Goodbye Bush, by Veet, make my day : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-1761386421509923759?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/1761386421509923759/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-bush.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/1761386421509923759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/1761386421509923759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-bush.html' title='Goodbye Bush!'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SYRtGN5SO_I/AAAAAAAAABc/1VA-WL9rk0I/s72-c/bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-276682498496017367</id><published>2009-01-30T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:26:11.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.proteinpower.com/drmd_blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/hot-buttered-popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 231px;" src="http://www.proteinpower.com/drmd_blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/hot-buttered-popcorn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today was one, really productive Friday. I wrote a whole bunch of stuff. I am happy about it.&lt;br /&gt; Generally I like fridays. Specially when I was in high school, I was so glad, to see the friday coming. Now, after I finish, I just wait for the week, to begin, because most of my appointments are thrue the week. But still, I like the fridays. You see, more happier faces, because people are relaxing for the coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;  It's Friday! Get a life and party!(or read a nice book, like I am going to do..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-276682498496017367?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/276682498496017367/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/276682498496017367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/276682498496017367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-7874331678466103307</id><published>2009-01-30T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:18:23.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang them all!</title><content type='html'>Hang them all! -not the government. Hang them all, is a song by Tapes n' Tapes. A great song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "  &lt;span&gt;Hang &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;them All&lt;/span&gt;, Hang &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;them All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;   Hang &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;them All&lt;/span&gt;, Hang &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;them All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   need you to bleed for something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you watch there video, to the song, you will see, how useless it seems, all that store, with the signs "Only 99 cents, or 98 cents". In this stores, they sell, like the whole China. You can find anything at ridiculous prices.  What makes them different, from the fancy, big label shops? The quality? Ok. Anything else? I don't think so. The products, from the fancy shops and the 99 cents shops, are made in one place- China. So, why in the one shop is 34 bucks, and in the other, Only 99 cents? Because of the name of the shop.&lt;br /&gt; When it's called-"Fancy stuff from Paris" you can't sell cheap products. People expect to buy something on high price and to be fancy. But what about the 99 cents shop? You don't expect to find anything that have the name "fancy" even if it's from Paris.&lt;br /&gt; The name of the shop is making the price of the products? In over-all look, yes.&lt;br /&gt;  So, it's your own chose, if you are going to spend you money in "fancy pfy-pfy" shop or 99 cents shop. But remember..it will come time, when in 99 cents shops, will sell a car even. This days will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-PZ5g1odqA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-PZ5g1odqA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-7874331678466103307?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/7874331678466103307/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/hang-them-all.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/7874331678466103307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/7874331678466103307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/hang-them-all.html' title='Hang them all!'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-7079106779726440362</id><published>2009-01-27T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:39:14.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy/Unhappy</title><content type='html'>I was wondering about the quest of finding happiness. And do you know what?&lt;br /&gt; The more you search for happiness, the more the happiness run away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try so hard to find happiness, that in the end, you are disappointed. You expect, that happiness will be on the next corner, or that you actually will find, something that look like happiness.&lt;br /&gt; No, no, no, my young lad. There is no such thing. The pleasure of the quest of happyness, is the actual searching. No one said, that you are going to find happiness. But there is said, that you are going to get some trouble time, that you are going to lose something. And in the end, in the end, you will see, that happiness don't exist. Just pleasant moments. And the pleasant moment was for you, in this quest. For happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-7079106779726440362?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/7079106779726440362/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/happyunhappy.html#comment-form' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/7079106779726440362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/7079106779726440362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/happyunhappy.html' title='Happy/Unhappy'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-6323897356648959672</id><published>2009-01-23T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:43:24.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/100/299885515_fe094185a0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 213px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/100/299885515_fe094185a0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new, upcoming project,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids drinking coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It will be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;More info and actual demos, after I fix my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-6323897356648959672?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/6323897356648959672/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-project.html#comment-form' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/6323897356648959672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/6323897356648959672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-project.html' title='New Project'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-3278657508618070989</id><published>2009-01-22T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:13:47.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Sink- my new blog</title><content type='html'>I made myself, a new blog, where I am going to post, my short story's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here it is- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://pinksink.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-3278657508618070989?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3278657508618070989/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blogmy-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/3278657508618070989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/3278657508618070989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blogmy-blog.html' title='Pink Sink- my new blog'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-8144599149217224015</id><published>2009-01-22T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:50:10.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SXh5g2wva7I/AAAAAAAAABA/FgtwiR0JsuY/s1600-h/its-tough-cause-nobody-likes-ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SXh5g2wva7I/AAAAAAAAABA/FgtwiR0JsuY/s320/its-tough-cause-nobody-likes-ya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294114967336741810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SXh3djj2GlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rIzl_W689lo/s1600-h/brought-to-you-by-cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SXh3djj2GlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rIzl_W689lo/s320/brought-to-you-by-cactus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294112711619517010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SXh3LR83OwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hZbOpgRDDyY/s1600-h/fish-safe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SXh3LR83OwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hZbOpgRDDyY/s200/fish-safe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294112397654964994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just 'surfing' in the net, when I found, that, wonderful, wonderful, site.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at those cartoons. Aren't they great?! ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of this stuff, Here- http://www.nataliedee.com/nd-archives/ndarchive-dec08.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-8144599149217224015?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/8144599149217224015/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/8144599149217224015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/8144599149217224015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-funny.html' title='Something funny'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SXh5g2wva7I/AAAAAAAAABA/FgtwiR0JsuY/s72-c/its-tough-cause-nobody-likes-ya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-4261217264202480205</id><published>2009-01-20T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:08:00.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish come true</title><content type='html'>You know, have people say, be careful what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;  One of my wishes was, not to see, people from my past.&lt;br /&gt;  I know, it's an impossible mission, but everytime I saw someone from my past, I didn't feel to happy about it. It bring memories. Not positive memories. And I always fill that, when I see someone from my past, he or she is returning me back in time. They will always see me as the person, that I was before. I don't like that at all! For them, I will always be the boy, that is unmature, that have done this and that, and will be forever stuck in the past, as them.&lt;br /&gt; That's why, when I see someone from my past, I try to avoid him and I wish that I meet less and less people, from my past,  at all.&lt;br /&gt; Well, I try so hard to accomplish this task, that now it's come true. But in a wrong way..&lt;br /&gt; I can't believe how many years I try to avoid people from my past and with that action I also scared away, people from my present. I don't know is it karma, but my wish, come true, and it dosent feel too good.&lt;br /&gt;I am writing because, recently on one event, last friday, I saw people from my volunteer group, and no one from them, spoke to me. It was like, I was a ghost. They were walking thrue me, even that our eyes met. No one of them spoke to me, even that just before one month we were seeing each other, at meeting of the volunteer group.&lt;br /&gt;The day after, I was thinking to call, one of the members of the group, to ask them, what is the problem, why they react like that..but as I was thinking, no matter what explanation they give me, were going to be no good. I was just going to curse them and say that they are hypocrites. Bloody hypocrites. Just month before, we were talking, laughing and things like that, and now, they even can't say one "Hi" to me.&lt;br /&gt; And the story contunied with the coincidence meeting, with the leader of the volunteer group, on the street. She just look me and didn't say anything. I don't know were I go wrong, or why they refuse to speak with me. I just prefer to not care about them anymore. If they want silence- silence I will give them. I can't figure out, why they act like this, but I know that is not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships with people are difficult and sometimes confusing. I can't help them or force them, to say "Hi". We will be now strangers, from now on. Just another strangers on the street.&lt;br /&gt; Also, to make it more beautiful, a person who I keep meeting, for almost a year and something, said to me, or make a suggestion, that our seeing is over.&lt;br /&gt;That was just, the finishing of the gratest story, called "How people, can forget about you"&lt;br /&gt; But, what you give is what you take. So..I deserve it. Maybe. I will not care about them. They will not care about me.&lt;br /&gt; The good news are, new friendships, are on the horizont, the weather is getting warmer, and I hope that my smile will be real, after a time.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish. Because sometime a wish can come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-4261217264202480205?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4261217264202480205/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wish-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/4261217264202480205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/4261217264202480205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wish-come-true.html' title='Wish come true'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-3474288387138918842</id><published>2009-01-14T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:09:59.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamers and Dream-catchers</title><content type='html'>There are dreamers, and dream-catchers.&lt;br /&gt; Dreamers can be called people, who like to make up there own world, live in fairy tales and fly in purple clouds. I can be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, are the dream-catchers. There job is to bring up dreamers back to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;They catch the dreams, from there puffy clouds and drag them to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;One of the dream-catchers can be called my mother. As she support me on my decisions, most of the time, and I know that she loves me much, our recent contact, thrue the skype end with a harsh line. She said: "I don't want to hear anymore from you, do whatever you want and bang your head in the wall, as much you want" This line can make anyone come to earth. Including me.&lt;br /&gt;But as I know, that my mother is loving me and won't tell me something that will do me harm, the line from her side, is only to protect  me, from too much dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Because, is't good to have dreams, but when you constantly fly in the sky, there have to be a person, who can bring you to the ground, like it or not. This person is my mother and I am thankful to her, because only with dreams you can't succeed anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;So, as there are dreamers, there have to be dream-catchers, also, because living too long in the clouds, can cause a mass headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-3474288387138918842?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3474288387138918842/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreamers-and-dream-catchers.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/3474288387138918842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/3474288387138918842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreamers-and-dream-catchers.html' title='Dreamers and Dream-catchers'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-2696355242944260652</id><published>2009-01-13T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:25:00.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama people</title><content type='html'>After Maria, write in my facebook profile, that the drama in Lyd blog (http://c00ledge.wordpress.com/) it's not worth it (it's all about a student of Lydia, who dosen't think that I am so cool and drop down his opinion and criticism about me), I start to think about, why the drama begin, in first place.&lt;br /&gt;  So, what we need for a good drama?&lt;br /&gt;    First: Two or more people, when they don't agree with each other and there is a lot of emotion from one person, or more then one. Ok, we have that person, who think that his ego is on first place and all other people have to know, that I am his problem in his life.&lt;br /&gt;  There is the second person, I, who disagree with his opinion, and think that the first person, statement sux, how he is the victim and I robe his valuable time.&lt;br /&gt;  The drama begins, when the first person is getting emotional about his problem with me and have to share it, with evrybody else.&lt;br /&gt;  Ok. But why I am so impress with that, when evrybody else say that, I have to leave the topic, because there is no point in arguing with the first person.;&lt;br /&gt; The answer is, that secretly I enjoy drama. Oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt; I like how the first person is writing emotional long passages, saying that, I am wasting evrybodys time and that I am not worth it, for his criticism. I just enjoy his attension, with the matter of me, and that he is so obsessed with writing how cruel I am to others, by not accept them in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;  Facebook. There the whole problem. You have to be careful with people. If you don't add someone, and he turns to be too emotional about it, it can get nasty.&lt;br /&gt; So..Drama is good. Drama is bad. Drama is making the world go round.&lt;br /&gt; Drama people-UNITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-2696355242944260652?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/2696355242944260652/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/drama-people.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/2696355242944260652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/2696355242944260652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/drama-people.html' title='Drama people'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-4119422525225742328</id><published>2009-01-11T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:10:45.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Because of recent events, I just thought how thankful we have to be, in evry second we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons for that, discovery, is the recent dead of my grandfather, from whitch I still don't know exactly effect me, but it leave a hole in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just, when you get use to somebody, you don't expect him to go away, no matter what happen. I was never too close to my grandfather, but that didn't stop the affection between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was allways happy to see me, and even that I was more close with my grandmother, I still fill him like the person, who is allways glad to see his grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my grandfather was a man of pride and carry a big respect inside me, he dosent show his affection so open, as my grandma, but that dosent mean, that he dosen't love me, as much as she does. He was just showing his affection more covered, more closed. But that didn't stop him, smiling all the time, when we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the begining of 2008 he get more and more sick. His heart didn't work properly and he get complections from that. It was a sad picture, to look a strong man, as my grandfather getting more and more sick and dependable on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 6-th of December he past away, after 3 weeks of pain, hospital cares and many carrying from me and my grandmother and other close to us people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he get in hospital, just 2 weeks, before he die, I can't believe he was going to go away and just, not be with us. I cant accept it. It was something impossible, as fullish it sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was visting him evry day, when he was in the hospital. She was taking great carrying for my grandfather, because she love him, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sad feeling inside me, writing this and I know that it won't go away for a while, and I don't want to go away, just as my grandfather funeral past and evrything continued, as nothing happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happen. Specially for the people, knowing and loving my grandfather Racho Rachev. He will be missed alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-4119422525225742328?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4119422525225742328/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/4119422525225742328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/4119422525225742328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-5629616604363891812</id><published>2009-01-11T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:33:41.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Envy or a megalomania?</title><content type='html'>I just read a wonderful article, about me, in Lyd blog- &lt;a href="http://c00ledge.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://c00ledge.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was suprised, unpleasent, by one comment, leaved by a person, whos name, I will not name here. He dosent deserve to name him. I will call him just "M"&lt;br /&gt;So, "M" wrote, how I was not the person, Lydia describe in her blog and that I waste all other applicants time, with my storys. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Evryone have opinion, I can't be put down by that. But I wonder, why he is so hostile and write such a vile comment, on Lyd blog.&lt;br /&gt;I came to two conclusions: he is just envy, because someone wrote a nice thing about me, and I didn't add him on the Facebook, so it make me, a bad guy. The other thing is, that "M" is a megaloman and want all the attension. I watch him, on the monday meetings. His attitude, his comments, him behavior. I can accept that he is envy..but also he is a megaloman.&lt;br /&gt;I know it dosent sound, the nicer thing, you can say for someone, but his post is showing such a unmuture behavior, that I can't just write something nice to him.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know this kind of persons, as "M". I was glad to read the article by Lydia, but now I am thinking, why this person "M" is making me, the most evil guy, in the monday meetings.&lt;br /&gt;Is it envy or a megalomania? Is it just that he feels rejected by me and want some attension. Is he so bold, to pursue his goals, that see, all other speaking, not on the topic of application, a dread to his future carrer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-5629616604363891812?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/5629616604363891812/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/envy-or-megalomania.html#comment-form' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/5629616604363891812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/5629616604363891812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/envy-or-megalomania.html' title='Envy or a megalomania?'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-2551192825341859344</id><published>2009-01-05T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:30:08.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be what you wanna be</title><content type='html'>Can we be, what we want to be?&lt;br /&gt;Evryone this days, what to leave the life of the rich and the famous. So, where is the persue of being what really we want to be, not what the media, show us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDTGZOf1N6U&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDTGZOf1N6U&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-2551192825341859344?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/2551192825341859344/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-what-you-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/2551192825341859344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/2551192825341859344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-what-you-want-to-be.html' title='Be what you wanna be'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-6835684211247970738</id><published>2009-01-05T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:22:45.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about university</title><content type='html'>All the cool things that have ever happen to me, where by luck, or the effords of others. I can't say I am proud of something particular. That's why I want to go to university. There I can proof that I am capable person, that I can accomplish assignments and that I can set a realistic goals.&lt;br /&gt;   I want to prove myself that thrue hard work, studying, I can become something more, then I am in the moment. That I can persue my dreams and I can organise my life, thanks to the things I am going to learn in the university.&lt;br /&gt;  Also I think that the university will expand my social skills, whitch will be very useful later, when I start to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-6835684211247970738?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/6835684211247970738/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking-about-university.html#comment-form' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/6835684211247970738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/6835684211247970738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking-about-university.html' title='Thinking about university'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-5383561434302569938</id><published>2008-12-28T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:33:14.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://designflute.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/radioactive-happiness-face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://designflute.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/radioactive-happiness-face.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about happiness.&lt;br /&gt; What exactly is happiness?&lt;br /&gt;If you search in wikipedia, you gonna find this- &lt;b&gt;Happiness&lt;/b&gt; is a feeling ranging from contentment and satisfaction to pleasure and intense joy. A variety of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosophy" title="Philosophy"&gt;philosophical&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religion" title="Religion"&gt;religious&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychology" title="Psychology"&gt;psychological&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biology" title="Biology"&gt;biological&lt;/a&gt; approaches have been taken to defining happiness and identifying its sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, personally, happiness is the moment, when you fill most joy. You can feel happy about many things and reasons. Some are happy, because they like the rain, other, because it's just a sunny day.&lt;br /&gt; I feel happiness, when evrything is going to plan and I meet people, who I enjoy and share ideas.&lt;br /&gt; Also when something new is happening or something exiting, not planning just come to my way.&lt;br /&gt;How about you? What makes you feel happy and joyful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-5383561434302569938?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/5383561434302569938/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness.html#comment-form' title='3 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/5383561434302569938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/5383561434302569938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-6815956918333200217</id><published>2008-12-28T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:48:15.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haskovo</title><content type='html'>Haskovo. Such a nice place. To hate it.&lt;br /&gt;     I never like my town. One of the reasons is, that nothing good for me, happen in Haskovo. I found no real friends, got my heart broken, get desperation, never found a true inspiration, the motivation of doing something in the town, was about zero. Nothing exiting ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;   It was just like the towns in the movies- small, boring town, where most of the time, teenagers just drink. In my case, I have a few people, with who I drink (and am not much in drinking)&lt;br /&gt;  Never I have a real connection with the city. I was filling disconnected and now I am filling this way. There's not much, that can catch my eye, or make me think about it. Poverty and ignorance are the mean hobbies here.&lt;br /&gt;     I don't think, I can be happy in Haskovo. In my mind, it's just a trespassing zone. I hate it so much in my mind, that whatever happen, I can't be happy in this place. Evrything look to me in grey colours. And I feel in that way.&lt;br /&gt;   Maybe after 10 year, I will look back and say that the years spent in Haskovo, was the best ever. Or that the years wasent so bad. I don't think so. I will burn the city, in my mind, over and over again. It's just a dull hole. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;    The city, you just love to hate.&lt;br /&gt;        Haskovo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-6815956918333200217?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/6815956918333200217/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/haskovo.html#comment-form' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/6815956918333200217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/6815956918333200217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/haskovo.html' title='Haskovo'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-5597439990884031822</id><published>2008-12-20T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:22:39.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ghchealth.com/images/oxypowder/constipation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 489px;" src="http://www.ghchealth.com/images/oxypowder/constipation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So that what CONSTIPATION means? Cool..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-5597439990884031822?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/5597439990884031822/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-that-what-constipation-means-cool.html#comment-form' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/5597439990884031822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/5597439990884031822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-that-what-constipation-means-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-8356719289634595084</id><published>2008-12-20T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T05:52:52.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismotivation and Opportunities</title><content type='html'>There are so many opportunities in life.&lt;br /&gt; There are so many ways, to change your life, right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt; Then, why I am stuck here, and feel so disconnected, from evrybody and evrything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to blame anyone, or anything, but..I blame my city! Then I blame my country. Then I blame the people living in it. Finally, I blame evrything!&lt;br /&gt; I try to make connections around the city. Try to improve my social status, by miting new people, visiting new evenets, making the best of the opportunity of meating people. Then, why I feel so disconnected, from all this stuff and want just to GET THE **** out of here?&lt;br /&gt; I answer my question, just now. Because I don't believe in my city, in my country, in the people living in Bg. That's right. THat is my answer to the question, why I am stuck here, feeling that I am doing almost nothing and have nobody to express it.&lt;br /&gt; I don't believe in the opportunities, given here. I don't believe in the people, saying that I have future here. I don't believe anything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the question, why I feel that way. Why I believe that, here, in my city, in my country, I am so desperate and I wont feel that way, in other country, other places.&lt;br /&gt;Because in other countrys,  I see motivation of doing stuff, that I believe in. I see progress. I see  opportunities in front of my eyes. Not covered  with so much dust or obstacles.  I see it, so clear and close to me! I feel, like believing in people. Making connection with them.&lt;br /&gt;For 3 months, I spent with my parents in UAE, I meet so much great and awesome people, that I will remember them for a long time. A real long time. I saw so many opportunities, just before my eyes, that here, in my city, in my country, will become avalable, maybe after 20 or 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the opportunity to believe in life! I don't know greater then that opportunity, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I am still stuck here, I look and look, for opportunities, for trilling life, abroad. I am willing to join some foreign army, go work like a volunteer on some mission, selling in small shop, in some island..whatever it is, JUST to be out of HERE! I don't think I can take, the hole that is opening inside me, standing here, on one place.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing in the moment some extracurricular things, but I don't feel they are enough. I have to take up to 20 workshops, to fill less disconnected from things around me..and start to believe that something actually is happening around me.  OR...just to find a open door and run outside, to some other country, seeking new opportunities, and meeting people, that are beliving in change.&lt;br /&gt; I can't stand Hs(Haskovo), Me, the current situation.&lt;br /&gt;  Please, give me a fly ticket far away, and I promise, I will become a believer.&lt;br /&gt;Just not here..where time is lost, before you wake up. Where people are more cold, than an ice. Where I don't feel the urge to survive and develope.&lt;br /&gt;Past me the ticket and you are going to see, a Huge smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-8356719289634595084?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/8356719289634595084/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/opportunities-hs-and-me.html#comment-form' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/8356719289634595084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/8356719289634595084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/opportunities-hs-and-me.html' title='Dismotivation and Opportunities'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-8187574003387150503</id><published>2008-12-19T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:30:48.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie vs. Bratz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2007/09/15/majbratz_wideweb__470x337,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 337px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2007/09/15/majbratz_wideweb__470x337,0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to rise an issue.&lt;br /&gt;   Barbie vs. Bratz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You all know Barbie, but what do you know about Bratz dolls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bratz dolls, are  a popular line of fashion dolls and related merchandise manufactured by southern California toy company &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MGA_Entertainment" title="MGA Entertainment"&gt;MGA Entertainment&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Talbot_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bratz#cite_note-Talbot-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;The four original 10" dolls - Cloe, Sasha, Yasmin, and Jade - are teenagers distinguished by large heads and skinny bodies, almond-shaped eyes adorned with eyeshadow, and lush, glossy lips.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  So what makes them different from Barbie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ..To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-8187574003387150503?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/8187574003387150503/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/barbie-vs-bratz.html#comment-form' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/8187574003387150503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/8187574003387150503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/barbie-vs-bratz.html' title='Barbie vs. Bratz'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-8981055665542423031</id><published>2008-12-19T02:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:23:42.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>China it's not made in China!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smallbusiness.theage.com.au/dotAsset/900187505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 311px;" src="http://smallbusiness.theage.com.au/dotAsset/900187505.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all our products, this days, it says-"Made in China"&lt;br /&gt; How about for China? Is really China, made in China?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really, a interesting story. How about if China, it's made in some small village in India, and then moved, to the place, we call now China. Sound unbelivable, but it will be cool.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, all the things made in China, and then, reallizing, than the China, it's not made in China?&lt;br /&gt; Now, I need only a scientist, to profe my theory, with a sophisticated words, and I will be the happies person here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next time, you see something, that say- "Made in China", DON't you believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-8981055665542423031?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/8981055665542423031/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/china-it.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/8981055665542423031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/8981055665542423031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/china-it.html' title='China it&apos;s not made in China!'/><author><name>Rageon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18136699016812252575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDCMKPBKkr4/SVetVBOqqwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ix4uoZoTFLQ/S220/henry_rollins_01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659032516161191850.post-2203835466466455409</id><published>2008-12-17T11:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:46:18.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog! Happy day to me!</title><content type='html'>Congratualations! From now on, you gonna read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;    Yes, you are very lucky. Indeed : )&lt;br /&gt;  Because wordpress.com have a boring register system, I make my blog here.&lt;br /&gt;  I hope that, I am going to produce some interesting storys. I am going to catch your eye for a few minutes to read my stuff here and hopefully, I am going to make you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;  Enough "I" it's time to write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659032516161191850-2203835466466455409?l=profotofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/feeds/2203835466466455409/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-blog-happy-day-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/2203835466466455409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659032516161191850/posts/default/2203835466466455409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profotofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-blog-happy-day-to-me.html' title='My New Blog! 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