<?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-19798956</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:28:55.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-114683143948257839</id><published>2006-05-05T22:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:25:13.565+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in peace my man</title><content type='html'>I guess the following explains my long bsence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's past visiting hours&lt;br /&gt;But can I please give him these flowers&lt;br /&gt;The doctor doesn’t want take procedures&lt;br /&gt;He claimed his heart can't take the anaesthesia&lt;br /&gt;It'll send his body into a seizure&lt;br /&gt;Hey chick, tell him everything is going to be fine?&lt;br /&gt;But I’d be lying, the family is crying&lt;br /&gt;They want him to live, and the family is trying&lt;br /&gt;I'm arguing like what kind of doctor can we fly in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is trying to pull it together, she’s strong,&lt;br /&gt;That’s where I get my confidence from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-114683143948257839?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/114683143948257839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=114683143948257839' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/114683143948257839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/114683143948257839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2006/05/rest-in-peace-my-man.html' title='Rest in peace my man'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-114282802205704737</id><published>2006-03-20T15:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:13:42.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy norouz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2298/1967/1600/norouz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2298/1967/320/norouz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me simply wish all of you a very peaceful and prosperous Persian New Year! Happy Norouz / Norooz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-114282802205704737?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/114282802205704737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=114282802205704737' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/114282802205704737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/114282802205704737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-norouz.html' title='Happy norouz'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-114163562196745935</id><published>2006-03-06T19:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:00:21.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapism</title><content type='html'>Any of you who have reached the point of being able to read this post likely understand the benefits and pitfalls of escapism. You can't have been excessively fond of the practice because if you were, I can't imagine you'd be in a position to be reading this. Having said that, you may well be escaping something right now to be able to read this post. The important thing that you have likely figured out and I clearly have to work on is that escapism is a fine pass-time but it is no way to live in the long-term. It has to have an end to it. You can't escape forever. It is an inherently short-term thing. Granted, the longer it continues the harder it is to escape. I know, I know, escaping the escape. It has to happen though. I've been avoiding an assignment for my course so completely that I didn't even read the instructions, let alone complete the readings. Even though the assignment is already overdue and I made the unequivocal statement that I wouldn't sleep tonight until I had completed it I still managed to spend the whole evening trying to escape it. Rather short-sighted on my part knowing that I wouldn't be sleeping 'til it was done. Then again, finding ways to push yourself through these challenges prepares you for these and more complicated challenges in the future. Yeah. That's it. Alright, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-114163562196745935?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/114163562196745935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=114163562196745935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/114163562196745935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/114163562196745935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2006/03/escapism.html' title='Escapism'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-114091761702215285</id><published>2006-02-26T12:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:44:23.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Iran demands apology for German soccer cartoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2298/1967/1600/060210_Bundeswehr_stutt.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2298/1967/320/060210_Bundeswehr_stutt.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuters - The Iranian embassy in Germany has demanded a written apology from a Berlin newspaper that printed a cartoon of Iranian soccer players dressed as suicide bombers and threatened legal action if none is forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sketch, published on Friday by Der Tagesspiegel, shows four moustachioed soccer players wearing Iran shirts with explosives strapped to their chests next to four German soldiers in a soccer stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caption above read: "Why the German army should definitely be used during the Soccer world Cup!", referring to a debate in Germany about whether to use troops to help with security during the month-long tournament which begins June 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephan-Andreas Casdorff, the daily's managing editor, said on Monday he regretted the reaction to the drawing but did not consider an apology necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cartoon's artist had received three death threats and had been forced to leave his apartment, he said, adding that the police was investigating the threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a letter to Der Tagesspiegel seen by Reuters on Monday, the Iranian embassy in Berlin said the cartoon was offensive and accused the paper of using sport to make a political point in an "irresponsible and immoral way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this article from www.persianfootball.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-114091761702215285?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/114091761702215285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=114091761702215285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/114091761702215285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/114091761702215285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2006/02/iran-demands-apology-for-german-soccer.html' title='Iran demands apology for German soccer cartoon'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113920596150136364</id><published>2006-02-06T17:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:09:08.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Most important lesson</title><content type='html'>During my second month of uni, our teacher gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the university ?"&lt;br /&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank.&lt;br /&gt;Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the teacher. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello'."&lt;br /&gt;I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113920596150136364?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113920596150136364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113920596150136364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113920596150136364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113920596150136364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2006/02/most-important-lesson.html' title='Most important lesson'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113863318995088075</id><published>2006-01-31T01:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:00:47.836+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Torou Mikham</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="bia2player" src="http://www.bia2.net/video/video/kamran-hooman_20(www.Bia2.com).wmv" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="320" height="300" showc.."1" showstatusbar="1" loop="true" enablec.."0" displaysize="0" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113863318995088075?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113863318995088075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113863318995088075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113863318995088075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113863318995088075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-torou-mikham.html' title='Man Torou Mikham'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113782734690328686</id><published>2006-01-21T18:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T18:09:06.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh brother</title><content type='html'>What’s good? Well today was pretty eventful thanks to a kid I call my brother. In school he's a clown...he's more worried about being a smartarse than getting good grades. Yeah it’s pretty funny to me but not as much to the folks. Come to find out today he starts his 3 day suspension from school. Why you ask? His mobile phone. Apparently it went off in class...but he's been getting in trouble for much worse. One of his teachers can’t stand him, and my brother feels the same way towards her. He loves to go out of his way to give the teacher a hard time and the teacher loves to give him a referral for his troubles. As hard as it is to believe...the boy aint dumb. Hell he used to be an honour roll student. Now he probably thinks "screw that". The parents now hold possession of the mobile, so who knows when he's getting that back. But when he does get off suspension he'll probably be up to his old tricks cuz he's too stubborn to change em'. Oh well...not my problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113782734690328686?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113782734690328686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113782734690328686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113782734690328686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113782734690328686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-brother_113782734690328686.html' title='Oh brother'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113730301279414368</id><published>2006-01-15T16:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T16:30:12.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarity of "Living" vs. Clarity of "Life"</title><content type='html'>Clarity of "living" is knowing that you matter. Clarity of "life" is knowing what you matter for.&lt;br /&gt;Clarity of living is the easier one of the two. It seems that all a person must do to realise that he matters is the realisation itself. Simple logic. No earth-shattering actions.&lt;br /&gt;Clarity of life, on the other hand, is quite the contrary. How can we know our purpose in life? We weren't born with an instruction manual informing us what we were born to do. Which areas of life should we focus on more than others? This is obviously the more difficult attainable knowledge of the two. Simple logic it is not. Earth-shattering actions may not even give us a clue. Nevertheless, regardless of the difficulty, we must search for our purpose in life. We must find where we belong. Find where we can make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113730301279414368?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113730301279414368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113730301279414368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113730301279414368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113730301279414368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2006/01/clarity-of-living-vs-clarity-of-life.html' title='Clarity of &quot;Living&quot; vs. Clarity of &quot;Life&quot;'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113681314628410143</id><published>2006-01-10T00:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:25:46.310+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The best taxi driver</title><content type='html'>So I’m in the taxi, the driver’s name is bruce. A kind one, thickly bearded, of the ex-biker variety.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me he’s listening to the quiz show, which sounds like an interesting taxi activity for the 10 minute ride home. We tune in just in time for question 22: which of the following loses heat the quickest? Plants, the soil, or the sea?&lt;br /&gt;Bruce reckons it’s the soil, definitely the soil, its gotta be the soil coz, ya know, doesn’t it, like (and here an up and down hand gesture ensues, representing some kind of heat movement, ground up…)?&lt;br /&gt;I tell him I’m not so sure, I think it has to do with surface area and depth and that maybe plants might be the winners here, but then again, being the embodied antithesis of physics, I’m not so sure… and then an interference on the AM waves deprives us of the correct answer. We resume the game at question 24. ‘it’s the second last’, bruce tells me. He’s a quiz show addict, clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Radioman: what was the FIRST full length feature film to be ENTIRELY computer generated?&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: (scratching his beard) Computer generated? It’d ‘ave to be somethin like starwars wuddn’it?&lt;br /&gt;Me; I dunno, bruce. He said computer made, I think it might be something like shrek, or toy story. Maybe bugs’ life. (spot the disney/pixar/etc fan). Something animated. Toy story. That’s the earliest I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: yeh? I ‘avent seen those. I’ve seen shrek though. Is that what he means? I didn’t really like shrek. (pause). Nah, starwars I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;Radioman: toy story it is! Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;(my brain: that’s right bruce! You’re going down!)&lt;br /&gt;radioman: next question: Which actor appeared in the following 3 movies: patch adams, almost famous, and twister?&lt;br /&gt;Clearly neither bruce nor myself are big enough blockbuster aficionados, as the following discussion goes to prove:&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: right-o, robin williams was in patch adams, but he wasn’t in twister, and I ‘aven’t seen the other one. Helent hunt was in twister though (beard scratch), but he said actor didn’t he? Actor’s a man right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: its is. I think it might be a secondary actor though, because I can’t think of a familiar face in all three movies…&lt;br /&gt;At, this point, sadly, we are almost home, and bruce is still trying to piece together the missing link between robin williams and helen hunt. The radio goes fuzzy again and we miss the final answer. I’ve just got enough for the ride. ‘that’ll do, mate. thanks’.&lt;br /&gt;You rock bruce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113681314628410143?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113681314628410143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113681314628410143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113681314628410143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113681314628410143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2006/01/best-taxi-driver.html' title='The best taxi driver'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113655602671684191</id><published>2006-01-07T00:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:03:45.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference between potentially and in reality</title><content type='html'>I thought I would return with something funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest Son: Tell me Daddy, what is the difference between &lt;br /&gt;"potentially" and "in reality"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I will show you Dad turns to his wife and asks her: Would you &lt;br /&gt;sleep with Robert Redford for 1 million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Yes of course! I would never waste such an opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dad asks his daughter if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for 1 &lt;br /&gt;million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: Waoh! Yes! This is my fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dad turns to his elder son and asks him: Would you sleep with Tom Cruise for 1 million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Son: Yeah! Why not? Imagine what I could do with 1 million &lt;br /&gt;dollars! I would never hesitate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the father turns back to his younger son saying: You see son, &lt;br /&gt;"potentially" we are sitting on 3 million dollars, but "in reality" we are living with 2 bitches and 1 gay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113655602671684191?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113655602671684191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113655602671684191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113655602671684191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113655602671684191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2006/01/difference-between-potentially-and-in.html' title='Difference between potentially and in reality'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113560688011733194</id><published>2005-12-27T01:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:51:14.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Today was Boxing Day. I was invited to my friend’s house for lunch , and had a marvellous time there. Everything was going so perfectly before I went to work at 6:00 P.M. A few weeks ago,I gave my manager a notice that I wasn’t going to be available to work on 31st of December, as it’s New Year’s Eve. Today, when I went to pick up my roster, I realised that he’s given me a shift on that night. At first, I thought that was some kind of mistake as I had talked to him about it before. So, what I did was, I went to his office, and explained the situation to him one more time. I told him that I’ve already made plans for that night and that I’m not going to be able to work that night. In return he said, ‘tough luck mate’. (I want you to know that at this point in time I was talking in such a nice manner). I told him that I’m definitely not going to be able to make it, and it was then that he called me a ‘f****** middle eastern’. And it was then that I lost my composure. And I said ‘you know what? I quit’, and then I just stormed out of his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if that was the smartest thing that I could’ve said and done, but that’s what I did. And up till this point, I don’t have any regrets. I have always thought of myself as being calm and easy going. I don’t know what happened tonight. I guess I lost it when he insulted me with his racial remarks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113560688011733194?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113560688011733194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113560688011733194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113560688011733194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113560688011733194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113532793929599893</id><published>2005-12-23T19:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T20:01:29.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Arash-Arash</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="bia2player" src="http://www.bia2.net/video/video/arash-arash(www.Bia2.com).wmv" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="320" height="300" showc.."1" showstatusbar="1" loop="true" enablec.."0" displaysize="0" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113532793929599893?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113532793929599893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113532793929599893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113532793929599893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113532793929599893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2005/12/arash-arash.html' title='Arash-Arash'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113517235775261111</id><published>2005-12-22T00:36:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:39:17.776+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How an awkward boy joined a sordid online world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2298/1967/1600/justin_berry_wideweb__470x381,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2298/1967/320/justin_berry_wideweb__470x381%2C0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="contentSwap1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIN BERRY sat at home in California, eyes fixed on a computer screen. He had never run with the popular crowd, and long ago had turned to the internet for the friends he craved. But on this day, the 13-year-old's fascination with cyberspace would change his life.&lt;br /&gt;Weeks before, Justin hooked up a web camera, hoping to use it to meet other teenagers online. Instead, he heard only from men, who chatted with him by instant message as they watched his image on the internet. To Justin, they seemed just like friends, ready with compliments and always offering gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day in 2000, a man sent a proposal: he would pay Justin $US50 to sit bare-chested in front of the webcam for three minutes. He even helped Justin open an account online. "I figured, I took off my shirt at the pool for nothing," Justin told The New York Times this year. "So, I was kind of like, what's the difference?"&lt;br /&gt;So began Justin's secret life of selling images of his body over the internet. Over five years he made hundreds of thousands of dollars performing in front of the webcam - undressing, showering, masturbating and even having sex - for an audience of more than 1500 people, many of whom were doctors, lawyers, businessmen and teachers, a Times investigation has revealed.&lt;br /&gt;Justin's father also took an interest in his pornographic career. For a share of the profits, Justin says, Knute Berry procured prostitutes for Justin to have sex with in front of the webcam.&lt;br /&gt;Justin's story is not unique. Minors, often under the tutelage of adults, are opening sites featuring their images, for a fee, sent onto the internet by inex-pensive webcams. They perform from the privacy of home.&lt;br /&gt;The business has created youthful porn stars - with nicknames like Riotboyy and Miss Honey - whose images are traded long after their sites have gone. In this world teenagers announce to subscribers when they will next masturbate and eager customers can even buy "private shows", in which teenagers sexually perform while following real-time instructions.&lt;br /&gt;A six-month investigation by the Times found that such sites emerged largely unnoticed by authorities. "We've been aware of the use of the webcam and its potential use by exploiters," said Ernest Allen, chief of the National Centre for Missing and Exploited Children. "But this is a variation on a theme that we haven't seen. It's unbelievable."&lt;br /&gt;Some children end up as pornographic commodities inadvertently, appearing naked on webcams as a joke only to have their images put on sale. One website claims it has 140,000 images of "adolescents in cute panties exposing themselves on their teen webcams".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="contentSwap2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scale of webcam pornography is unknown, because it is both new and extremely secretive. At least 585 for-pay webcam sites listed on one advertising portal were created by teenagers. In interviews with the Times this year, Justin Berry, now 19, provided evidence that other children were being exploited.&lt;br /&gt;The Times persuaded Justin to abandon his business and contact the Justice Department. Investigators began arresting the people he identified as pornographers and traffickers in September and have targeted businesses that have aided these illegal sites, including credit card processors.&lt;br /&gt;Monique Winkis, an FBI agent handling the case, said: "The fact we are getting so many potential targets, people who knowingly bought into a child pornographic website, could lead to hundreds of other subjects and potentially save hundreds of other kids that we are not aware of yet."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Justin's co-operation, authorities say they have obtained a rare guide into this secluded online world.&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't want these people to hurt any more kids," Justin said of his decision to turn federal witness. "I didn't want anyone else to live the life I lived."&lt;br /&gt;Justin's teenage years make for harrowing reading but what is worrying is that his life before 2000 was like that of many American adolescents.&lt;br /&gt;In 2000 he was a gangly 13-year-old who lived with his mother, stepfather and younger sister in Bakersfield, a midsized city north of Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;Already he was so adept at the computer that he had registered his own small internet business, which he ran from his bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;He was especially fascinated by webcams. "I didn't really have a lot of friends," he recalled, "and I thought having a webcam might help me make some new ones online, maybe even meet some girls my age."&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he hooked one to his computer and loaded the software, his picture was automatically posted on spotlife.com, an internet directory of webcam users, along with his contact information. Then he waited to hear from other teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;No one his age ever contacted him from that listing, only men.&lt;br /&gt;Justin remembers his earliest conversations with these men were non-threatening and pleasant. His new friends were also generous. One explained how to put together a "wish-list" on Amazon.com, where Justin could ask for anything - computer equipment, toys, music CDs or movies.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly the men filled the emotional void in Justin's life. His relationship with his real father was troubled. His parents divorced when he was young and the turmoil left Justin longing for paternal affection. "They complimented me all the time," Justin said. "They told me I was smart, they told me I was handsome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="contentSwap3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin's mother, Karen Page, said she sensed nothing out of the ordinary, believing him to be a boy with a knack for computers. Whenever she asked about his new technology and money, Justin told her they were fruits of his internet development business. In a way, it was true: with one fan's help, he had by then opened his own pornographic site, called justinscam.com.&lt;br /&gt;Justin began to feel he belonged to something important, a broad community of teenagers with their own businesses. Collectively, they were known by a name now commonplace in internet subculture - camwhores.&lt;br /&gt;From the relative safety of his bedroom, Justin did not fully understand the dangers his fans posed. However, it was not long before he was lured from his home. A man he met online invited him to Michigan to attend a computer camp. Justin's mother allowed him to go, thinking the camp was worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Justin said the man molested him, and again when he invited Justin back to Michigan on the promise of sex with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;In early 2003 Justin's offline life began to unravel. A former classmate found pornographic videos from Justin's website, made copies, and distributed them around town, including to students at Justin's school. Justin said was taunted and beaten.&lt;br /&gt;Then came another traumatic event. Knute Berry fled to Mexico after being charged with fraud related to the massage clinics he ran. Justin begged to join him, and his father agreed.&lt;br /&gt;In Mexico, Justin's seemingly endless supply of money made his father suspicious. Justin confessed the details of his webcam business, and the reunion became a collaboration. Justin created a new website, which featured him having live sex with prostitutes. It was an immensely popular site, making Justin one of the internet's most sought after underage pornography stars. Justin said he shared the profits with his father in exchange for his father helping procure the prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the year, Justin's life took a new turn when a subscriber named Greg Mitchel, a 36-year-old fast food restaurant manager from Virginia, asked to visit him. Seeing a chance to make more money, Justin agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few months, Mitchel allegedly molested Justin many times. He is now in prison awaiting trial on six child pornography charges.&lt;br /&gt;In 2004 Justin tried repeatedly to break free of this life. He roamed the US. He contemplated suicide and for a time sought solace in Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;In June that year the Times anonymously made contact with Justin online. Although he feared this new contact might be an FBI agent, he agreed to a meeting. He says part of him hoped he would be arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="contentSwap4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days Justin revealed to the Times the inner workings of webcam pornography. He said he wanted to make his mother and grandmother proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;He agreed to abandon his pornography business and talk to the authorities.&lt;br /&gt;In late July, Justin met the FBI and identified children he believed were in the hands of adult predators. He listed the marketers, credit card processors and others who supported webcam child pornography. He also described the documentary evidence he had retained on his hard drives: financial information and transcripts of conversations with his customers.&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutors agreed to grant Justin immunity, and he became a federal witness. FBI agents and prosecutors have targeted numerous potential defendants. Hundreds of thousands of computer files - including emails carrying vast array of illegal images - have been seized from around the country.&lt;br /&gt;Justin himself has found a measure of control over his life. He revealed the details of his secret life to his family, has sought counselling, resumed his connection with his church and plans to attend college.&lt;br /&gt;He has even recently returned to his mother's home in California. Before he left Ms Page drove him to the airport. Hugging him as they said goodbye, she said that the son she once knew had finally returned. Then, as tears welled in her eyes, she told him that she and his grandmother were proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this article from &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au"&gt;www.smh.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113517235775261111?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113517235775261111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113517235775261111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113517235775261111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113517235775261111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-awkward-boy-joined-sordid-online_21.html' title='How an awkward boy joined a sordid online world'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113490537680982512</id><published>2005-12-18T22:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:29:36.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>First date</title><content type='html'>This was on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. Jay wentinto the audience to find the most embarrassing firstdate that a woman ever had.The winner described her worst first date experience. She said it was midwinter... snowing and quitecold...and the guy had taken her skiing to somewhere.It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers,after all, and truly had never met before.The outing was fun but relatively uneventful untilthey were headed home late that afternoon.They were driving back down the mountain, when shegradually began to realize that she should not havehad that extra latte.They were about an hour away from anywhere with arestroom and in the middle of nowhere! There came apoint where she told him that he had better stop andlet her pee beside the road, or it would be the frontseat of his car. They stopped and she quickly crawled out beside thecar, yanked her trousers down and started.Unfortunately, in the deep snow she didn't have goodfooting, so leaned her bum to rest against the rearfender to steady herself. Her companion stood on theside of the car watching for traffic and indeed was areal gentleman and refrained from peeking.All she could think about was the relief she feltdespite the rather embarrassing nature of thesituation. Upon finishing however, she soon becameaware of another sensation.As she bent to pull up her trousers, the young ladydiscovered her buttocks were firmly glued against thecar's fender.Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humor sheanswered her date's concerns about what is taking solong with a reply that indeed, she was freezing herbum off and in need of some assistance.He came around the car as she tried to cover herselfwith her sweater and then, as she looked imploringlyinto his eyes, he burst out laughing.Both agreed it would take something hot to free herchilly cheeks from the grip of the icy metal!They both quickly realized that there was only one wayto get her free. So, as she looked the other way, herfirst-time date proceeded to unzip his trousers andpee her bum off the fender.As for the Tonight Show... she took the prize handsdown... or perhaps that should be trousers down. And you thought your first date was embarrassing. Jay Leno's comment - - - -This gives a whole newmeaning to being pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113490537680982512?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113490537680982512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113490537680982512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113490537680982512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113490537680982512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-date.html' title='First date'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113457169238217434</id><published>2005-12-15T01:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T01:48:12.393+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>The majority of politicians, on the evidence available to us, are interested not in truth but in power and in the maintenance of that power. To maintain that power it is essential that people remain in ignorance, that they live in ignorance of the truth, even the truth of their own lives. What surrounds us therefore is a vast tapestry of lies, upon which we feed. ....The crimes of the United States have been systematic, constant, vicious, remorseless, but very few people have actually talked about them. You have to hand it to America. It has exercised a quite clinical manipulation of power worldwide while masquerading as a force for universal good. It's a brilliant, even witty, highly successful act of hypnosis.I put to you that the United States is without doubt the greatest show on the road. Brutal, indifferent, scornful and ruthless it may be but it is also very clever. As a salesman it is out on its own and its most saleable commodity is self love. It's a winner.... Language is actually employed to keep thought at bay.....The United States no longer bothers about low intensity conflict. It no longer sees any point in being reticent or even devious. It puts its cards on the table without fear or favour. It quite simply doesn't give a damn about the United Nations, international law or critical dissent, which it regards as impotent and irrelevant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113457169238217434?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113457169238217434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113457169238217434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113457169238217434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113457169238217434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2005/12/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798956.post-113439766319755610</id><published>2005-12-13T01:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:27:43.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2298/1967/1600/crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2298/1967/320/crash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was amazing to say the least. I cannot even write about it because I would not even be doing it any justice. I highly recommend this movie to anyone who would like to see an extremely thought-provoking film. It is brillantly casted and the writing is phenomenal. I saw this movie months ago and I am still thinking about it. It is an extremely realistic portrayal of the racism that still lingers around us. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favour and SEE THIS MOVIE! We are all connected. We are all brothers and sisters. If you don't believe that, then you MUST see this movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798956-113439766319755610?l=persianyank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/feeds/113439766319755610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19798956&amp;postID=113439766319755610' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113439766319755610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798956/posts/default/113439766319755610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persianyank.blogspot.com/2005/12/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>Moji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915192333206512649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
