<?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-23877305</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:46:24.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcometomycountry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23877305.post-114892321490551021</id><published>2006-05-29T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:59:38.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/IMGA0993.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/IMGA0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/IMGA0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phhh…what astonishing creatures are the babies!!! This is my 7 months nephew . He is passing the process of distinguishing volumes. So whenever he comes to me (since my nose is the easiest to distinguish ) ,he hurt my nose badly. And I don't know from where this much power come to his hand.&lt;br /&gt;He loves me .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I don't hug him this scene will appear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/IMGA0993.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why most of the things about him are funny, even his cries .Also the way he sleeps ,(with open eyes).I can't help laughing while I am looking at him ,The Cutest in the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/IMGA0269.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114892321490551021?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114892321490551021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114892321490551021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114892321490551021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114892321490551021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/05/cute-ones.html' title='Cute Ones'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114892204823821557</id><published>2006-05-29T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:07:11.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The amazing Creatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/IMGA0663.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/IMGA0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/IMGA0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well , from this guy and his world a film will be made .You can not imagine what a good actor he is .This cute baby is my nephew .His name is Sina …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is his special gesture when he sees camera in somebody's hand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/IMGA0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD knows how much energy I lose when he enters my room … within 3 seconds he makes a mess out of my room .He use my clothes to clean the room , draw on my books …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look , look ……how curious he is .Here he is killing poor ants. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/IMGA0663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is afraid of nothing except balloons .So when ever he does something wrong we use those magic tools .My mother has put balloon on whatever he shouldn't touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114892204823821557?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114892204823821557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114892204823821557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114892204823821557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114892204823821557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/05/amazing-creatures.html' title='The amazing Creatures'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114837016814649415</id><published>2006-05-23T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:42:48.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Frowning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/images[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/400/images%5B2%5D.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... I am mostly frowning .You can hardly see me with smile on my lips .you can not imagine how hard is opening the knot on my forehead .That's why I am usually kidding and making the others laugh .(And even then I am frowning )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend are those ,who laugh more (keep it as a secret :But one of the friends walks on my nerve ,always laughing .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even hate looking through mirror watching that &gt;:( face&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it seems as if I am getting crazy let me cut it here if any cure is find let me know it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114837016814649415?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114837016814649415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114837016814649415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114837016814649415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114837016814649415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-frowning.html' title='No Frowning'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114836919290807079</id><published>2006-05-23T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:26:32.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Made It</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Some words are kept at the bottom of hearts,some in memory notebooks.Now they appear on blogs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;     My friends have had blogs and I was the worm of their blogs .But I couldn't imagine myself sharing my writings with so many new friends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;     My wrintings used to be a bridge between my professors and me .But Dr.Marandi broke the old rule .She let us share many things with new friends .She let us have other comments on our writings except hers .And she let us have agreat new experience!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114836919290807079?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114836919290807079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114836919290807079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114836919290807079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114836919290807079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-i-made-it.html' title='How I Made It'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114836797646110269</id><published>2006-05-22T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:10:32.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears;Don't Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/images[17].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/400/images%5B17%5D.0.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me be alone ,&lt;br /&gt;lead me to my solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start crying&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to the weeping road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know all the secrets&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to the land of code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think of other things&lt;br /&gt;Lead me cross those episode&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114836797646110269?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114836797646110269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114836797646110269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114836797646110269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114836797646110269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/05/tearsdont-fall.html' title='Tears;Don&apos;t Fall'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114725687838098931</id><published>2006-05-10T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:11:36.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love ;is leaving all the things-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/images[21].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/400/images%5B21%5D.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;people want you to criticize them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/images[10].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but you know ,they want you to praise them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There is no stranger_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that is just a friend you haven't met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114725687838098931?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114725687838098931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114725687838098931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114725687838098931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114725687838098931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-is-leaving-all-things-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114725643160234460</id><published>2006-05-10T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:45:07.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the most disgusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/2361819929[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/400/736871028%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/fact_cockroach[1].0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/400/fact_cockroach%5B1%5D.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;la....lalala........lalalalalalalalaalla..lala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This is what once I was singing aloud in the bathroom .I smelt something strange .This was the smell I usually feel before seeing a cockroach!!! I looked for... non was found .No matter. I continued .I was still afraid so I came out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I took my towel and started drying myself .It was turn for drying my back .Suddenly a sound ,a strange one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;crunchhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes the cockroach I had smelt had cruched on my back&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So ,I went back to the bath . I washed the place once ... twice ... three times... and still I could smell that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Anyway ,now whenever I want to use my towel .First I look for that cute insect!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/2361819929[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114725643160234460?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114725643160234460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114725643160234460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114725643160234460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114725643160234460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/05/most-disgusting.html' title='the most disgusting'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114685937209521112</id><published>2006-05-05T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:02:52.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choose a destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/lebanon_nature03[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/400/lebanon_nature03%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes…Now open them wide .Look at that little swallow .Yes that is me flying over.Asian countries . How much beauty .China ,Malaysia ,India … wait, wait… look over there did you notice that small country .Lebanon I mean … &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…fantastic ,isn't it ?Really it should be called the Middle East's Bride .The blue sky and the warm waters of Mediterranean and its fresh air all amaze you. Not a big country located on the East coast of Mediterranean sea Lebanon is at the meeting point of tree continents :Africa ,Asia and Europe .A mixture of nature , archeology, architecture … &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/400/lebanon_nature26%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it was a choice for me to travel to one of the Asian countries ,without a moment of hesitation I would choose Lebanon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that swallow flying over Beirut ,Tripoli , Sidon , Zahle … .Let me tell you what I can see .Green is the most famous cedar forest located in Bsharred region ,North Lebanon ( cedars of the Lord ).Fabulous is Jeita Grotto in Mount Lebanon .Historical is Byblos …&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/lebanon_byblos3[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/lebanon_byblos3%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/lebanon_nature11%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do you need .Lebanon is God's treasure in Asia Trust me go there to feel what real beauty is. I did it once and I am still looking for an opportunity to take a visit to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114685937209521112?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114685937209521112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114685937209521112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114685937209521112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114685937209521112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/05/choose-destination.html' title='choose a destination'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114590206246752980</id><published>2006-04-24T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T11:07:42.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shhh............silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/images[23].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="98" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/images%5B23%5D.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;… I used to be a chatterbox .Of the kind that everybody was afraid of telling a word to me ,then the conversation would continue until…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a friend of mine started talking about silence . I never forget how simply she changed me ."I'm not advising you ,just as a new experience once get up at 3:00 A.M ,go outside look at the sky and listen to the silence ,then when we next meet tell me how much you've gained ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midnight's silence taught me a lot . I saw the clouds moving around under the moonlight ,how the wind was asking the trees to dance and life was going on in a deep ,amazing silence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm ,a sweet experience .Now I am keeping my mouth and listening to my silence .There is a lot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY THAT ONCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114590206246752980?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114590206246752980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114590206246752980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114590206246752980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114590206246752980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/04/shhhsilence.html' title='shhh............silence'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114581763067060138</id><published>2006-04-23T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:40:30.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iran's Nuclear Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/images[6].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/images%5B6%5D.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't know what is going on in the world !We have got that huge building in New-York (the so-called UN )to keep international peace .All counties have their representatives in the union ,but there is A COUNTRY which is disturbing the peace, and ahead of the country is one person .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says he has the Right to decide for all the countries …who??? But …it is not Iran's Right to use nuclear power . He wants to show his power by picking quarrels , breaking off diplomatic relations ... this is not the way .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not of those kind to misuse technology for killing people or starting fire .We have experienced war . We know what it does bring. So we never do so .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/images%5B27%5D.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say it is our Right , because we want to be independent . why that country owns atomic bombs but we don't have the right to use nuclear power peacefully .Isn't it selfishness .They want to improve by keeping the whole world back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on . We do not stop since IRANIAN can reach nuclear power independently .We do it peacefully just for its technological benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114581763067060138?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114581763067060138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114581763067060138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114581763067060138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114581763067060138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/04/irans-nuclear-power_23.html' title='Iran&apos;s Nuclear Power'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114370352171277490</id><published>2006-03-29T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:26:11.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>housework.............degrading???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that so ?Life goes on the way you think of it. If you say "I am an unlucky person" then life brings you misfortune .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/images%5B37%5D.jpg" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For jobs the same thing is true .If housework is considered degrading ,it becomes degrading .Then ,every time you want to do it you become tired and nervous .Because you consider it degrading and doing such work is beneath your dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="70" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/images%5B15%5D.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All jobs are important and valuable. If they were not important there was no need for their existence .House work shows how much one love her family members . Since without getting money she does her best .Then ,all the family gain is LOVE . There is love in food ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So respect women for what they do without any expectation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long life house work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/images%5B49%5D.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114370352171277490?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114370352171277490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114370352171277490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114370352171277490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114370352171277490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/03/houseworkdegrading.html' title='housework.............degrading???'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114364340549733620</id><published>2006-03-29T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T06:46:57.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>norooz</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Spring, spring ,spring !!! How much beauty does God send us through. Spring is nature's rebirth . And we Iranian celebrate this rebirth .Norooz is the name …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symbol of Norooz is sofreyeh-haft-sin .It contains 7 things which their names start with letter S (sin in Persian). Sir(garlic),somagh(sumac) , sib(apple) ,sonbol(hyacinth), sekkeh (coin),serkeh (vinegar) and sabzeh (grassplot ).Also mirror, the holy Koran, colored eggs ,candle and red fish are located in sofreyeh-haftsin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/images%5B11%5D.jpg" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Iranian Norooz is everything .No ceremony is comparable with it . Spring's arrival is celebrated for 13 days. (From 20th of March up to 3rd of April We do a lot through these days .At the moment of spring's arrival the family sit around the sofreyeh-haft-sin(which now has become haft-sin-table!!! ), and pray. Then the most interesting parts happens . Yes, YOU RECEIVE YOUR GIFTS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/images%5B12%5D.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the holiday is long many go on trips, specially those who live in Tehran, to get rid of air pollution . Through this days we visit our relatives and they do the same . On the 13th day called" Sizdahbedar " people go on picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norooz in a different place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/320/images%5B14%5D.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Norooz I found a new land for spending the first minutes of spring's arrival. I used to think all Iranian spend their first minutes of the new year around haft-sin in their houses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in which we are so happy but at the same time many are crying. Some celebrate their Norooz some are at their families' graves ,some at hospital …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was10:00 pm ,but the cemetery was crowded .Many people had arranged their haft-sin on their families' graves, waiting for spring to come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and it came and we all hope this year will be a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114364340549733620?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114364340549733620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114364340549733620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114364340549733620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114364340549733620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/03/norooz.html' title='norooz'/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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-23877305.post-114230967733121358</id><published>2006-03-13T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:14:37.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2964/2472/200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23877305-114230967733121358?l=towardmycountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/feeds/114230967733121358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23877305&amp;postID=114230967733121358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114230967733121358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23877305/posts/default/114230967733121358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towardmycountry.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11053675173842720214</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></feed>
