<?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-15698557</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:19:04.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trick's  sleep</title><subtitle type='html'>A lost world ... between a lot of words</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-9123092192327548626</id><published>2009-07-07T21:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:16:18.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micheal Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSrkU6WVzU/SlQdaWeyZPI/AAAAAAAAACU/6LaFwW7olBk/s1600-h/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938195398878450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSrkU6WVzU/SlQdaWeyZPI/AAAAAAAAACU/6LaFwW7olBk/s400/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;June,25 .09 at 2.32 pm  king of pop died &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Today , July.07.09 Tuesday at 10.00 am  was he's funral memorial. Very touching especially when his doughter said she loves him very much and start crying in Janet Jackson 's arm. Brought tears in many eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It was really hard to believe that he was gone. I remember on June .25 i had my Bio midterm when i came home was around 1.30 or 2.30 pm .  I made the sandewich for my self i turned the tv on and i had  my first bit , i heard MJ is dead according to cardiac arrest at age 50.  The news didn't hit me until Saturday that i had to work. I was so suprised when i heard the people. So many people were talking about him like he was a Goddess and the other were talking about him like he was such a piece of shit.  I kinda grew up with his songs and i had a crush on him  when i was 6 or 7 years old but  after that not anymore. Anyway i wasn't really crazy fan that i would kill my self for him and not like other people wouldn't care about him. I liked him so much and i still do. I love his dance and his songs but more i loved was his personality. Eventhough many people were saying he is gay and weird i couldn't see anything bad or gay about him. I loved the way he was talking , his smile , and the way he  dressed up. Those shyness on his face kills me so bad.  It was something about him i couldn't ignore. When i heard the people were talking about him like that, i did a lot of research. All the interviews he had with Opera . Bashir in 2003 all those home made movies and most the concert he performed. It took me more than 2 weeks but all these stuff made me to love him more and felt sorry for my self and the other people were talking about him like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;He had unconditional love with beautiful peaceful smile. I'm not saying he is /was perfect no he was human same as us . He might have done many mistake but he didn't deserve to be treat like that. All magazing , tabloids , newspaper and media brought him so down. The way he was acting all those gentleness , shyness on his face , and the his smiles make me wish to have more people like him. His favourit song was smile from Charli Chapline and my favourid songs from him are in the closet. Give in it to me. Who is it . Beat it . Billie jean. Earth . you're not alone and Will you be there.  The song: who is it , the way he sings it is like he really sings it from his heart and he feels the pain.  I personally don't cry really easily but his death brought the tears in my eyes and  whenever i listen to music i feel something is really missing. It has been a week that i don't listen to any music except his. I wrote down all of these because it was really weird for me. I'm not a emotional person so i don't easily disturbed by something like that.; however for two weeks i can't thinks about anything except Micheal . My Psychology teacher Dr. David Froc always say: if people are talking about you no matter it's bad or good , you won.  When people spend time to just think about you is such a big deal . So MJ you won .Whole e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ntire world is thinking about you about 3 generation and you won all of us heart . you are a winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(There is nothing that can't  be done if we raise our voice as one. )     Micheal Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Rest in peace MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;SB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-9123092192327548626?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/9123092192327548626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=9123092192327548626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/9123092192327548626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/9123092192327548626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2009/07/micheal-jackson.html' title='Micheal Jackson'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSrkU6WVzU/SlQdaWeyZPI/AAAAAAAAACU/6LaFwW7olBk/s72-c/michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-7419359990031188285</id><published>2009-02-10T12:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:45:57.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Martin Luther King, Jr.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;ultimate measure of a person is not where they stand in moments of comfort and convenience, but where the stand in times of challenge and controversy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-7419359990031188285?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7419359990031188285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=7419359990031188285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/7419359990031188285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/7419359990031188285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote.html' title='Quote ...'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-6669043309562540816</id><published>2008-03-04T14:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:21:35.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>part of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It was part of my life to be part of your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lets compelet each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-6669043309562540816?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/6669043309562540816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=6669043309562540816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/6669043309562540816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/6669043309562540816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-of-life.html' title='part of life'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-7521940105592789431</id><published>2007-10-10T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:53:33.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My own spot .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if they give me whole world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i 'm gonna come back to my own city . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-7521940105592789431?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7521940105592789431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=7521940105592789431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/7521940105592789431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/7521940105592789431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-own-spot.html' title='My own spot .'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-4223215151470483948</id><published>2007-08-18T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:58:15.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He Said:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only four quetions!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is a secret ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why spirit made up ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What we are living for ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What we are dying for ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only on answer can answer all of them ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-4223215151470483948?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/4223215151470483948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=4223215151470483948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/4223215151470483948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/4223215151470483948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2007/08/love.html' title='love...'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-116551610145444458</id><published>2006-12-07T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:28:21.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just complaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3165/1456/1600/199661/277142504_1b7480f338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3165/1456/200/59375/277142504_1b7480f338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;one our problem is we can't have our wishes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;every day I spend more than 4 hours in the way to get one answer which is only yes or no . I don't realize ,why I'm trying too hard for life ;however, life dosen't have any kindness to me . Sometimes I think , everything that I'm doing is only for my self but later on , where all these things that I have done for my self are. I can't find them any where . While I'm studing , I can see my teacher who spend more than 12 years in university to gets his degree and now he is working as simple teacher in school .why ? not really why ? for what ? just people call us a doctor or something els .what happened to joy ! Going to work and studing every day and at the end of the day come home eat something and sleep and getting ready for tomorrow . What kind of life is that ?. machine .!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-116551610145444458?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/116551610145444458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=116551610145444458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/116551610145444458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/116551610145444458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-complaining.html' title='Just complaining'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-116477251807314401</id><published>2006-11-28T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:55:18.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different anecdote</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;our life is inextricable with ourselves .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It's strange sentence and it's really hard to talk about it ;however, it's preceiveable .We alway run away from somthing that we can't figure it out .As long as I came here , I'v tried my best to learn this language and I did But   there is something here  that bothers me very much and that's myselfe. Always I get pretext from people and make up a excuse for people ; moreover, i have no idea what the hell i suppose to be .Today i got my repurt card ,I failed with one of the best marks in our class  .Can you believe that ?! P0o0of! I passed everything except this stuped reading and writing . I'v tried my self to be  culm ,otherwise. i would have said everything to that crazy teacher. Butaway , all these things that I'm talking about coming from my anger side .I know i will forget it in 2 second after i 'v found ather solution for my problems. It makes me happy and happyer...right ?&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/15698557-116477251807314401?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/116477251807314401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=116477251807314401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/116477251807314401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/116477251807314401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2006/11/different-anecdote.html' title='Different anecdote'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-116155212668082776</id><published>2006-10-22T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T14:22:06.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have dream ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;If you never have a dream , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; you 'll never have  a dream coma true.&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/15698557-116155212668082776?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/116155212668082776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=116155212668082776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/116155212668082776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/116155212668082776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-dream.html' title='have dream ...'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-113470758959068952</id><published>2005-12-15T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:33:09.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHOM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i pray for  you any night , i saw a my dream that will be true .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why !!! when we are sad our griefes are so big like milky way.We are going to set some where  that no body can't see us .All world is like prison.Griefes and lonly will captive you and when you want to move your self they eroded you.OHOM...~!!!&lt;/strong&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/15698557-113470758959068952?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113470758959068952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=113470758959068952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/113470758959068952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/113470758959068952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/12/ohom.html' title='OHOM...'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-113445919787764353</id><published>2005-12-12T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:33:17.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As long as you remember our voice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/1600/Death%20Voice%20picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/320/Death%20Voice%20picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;For writting you need a words.Words for make a good sentence,to understand, to see and keepingin our mind that what important things we lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Our voice.There is no voice to hear.The voices are gone and unable to satisfay.All the voice gone beacuse of ears . They couldn't to hear any voice just hear some voices that was good for them . All voice come down slowly. Maybe you can't understand what did i say ? but you will . You will understand what they were feeling .It's a take a time when you want to talk and you can't .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Where were you when they to shout , cry to sky with open hands , to return back their hope .Why are we thinking just humans has a hearth to feeling .No every thing has a hearth ,boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom .But where are the ears to hear them .No infact we closed our ears from long time ago and right now we entreat to our pen to bring our voice on the paper maybe our eyes could see them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-113445919787764353?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113445919787764353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=113445919787764353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/113445919787764353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/113445919787764353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-long-as-you-remember-our-voice.html' title='As long as you remember our voice!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112895742252215194</id><published>2005-10-10T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:17:02.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;YOu know who i am?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ofcours not . Never mind when we saw each ther in first time our eyes lost in our worlds jut hold me in your dreams I'll back to you so soon . I can't remember were we excally but I knew that we dont need any prmission of nobody .Sun make days for us without any reason . and stars waiting for us to make a light in dark sky . when I saw you today . I cried and i countinue my way with hevy bag of sad . I praid every time but it was a real . I earse our world in mind . It wasn't true all of them was dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I  must earse it ...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112895742252215194?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112895742252215194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112895742252215194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112895742252215194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112895742252215194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-know.html' title='You Know'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112895579852499076</id><published>2005-10-10T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:00:07.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;In this world i lost 3 things . myself , my self and my self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112895579852499076?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112895579852499076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112895579852499076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112895579852499076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112895579852499076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-self.html' title='My Self'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112888285517066239</id><published>2005-10-09T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T07:58:20.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;In appevent , my flower make a blossoms for my birthday . I lost my flower for ever .When I was smailling ather flower ,my flower scare of lost her postion in my hearth it&lt;/span&gt; faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;by the way you never forget the dreams is good .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;hey love all the pretexts is of you . all love in mine is of you . stand up which all the smail is of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;maybe you can find true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;but the way when we lost some thing after that we undrestand what value we lost .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112888285517066239?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112888285517066239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112888285517066239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112888285517066239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112888285517066239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-flower.html' title='My Flower'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112866768907182839</id><published>2005-10-06T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:48:09.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I died...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;If I were you i never cry for no body . In fact is a true .reall life . we are living in wild world and we want to survive and that s why always  we have fight. it's a rule of this world you can refused it . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I died . for manye time .when my I hearth broken by my self . Am i really human ? maby i change my place with animal . I always had , have , will have handle with world for every thing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112866768907182839?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112866768907182839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112866768907182839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112866768907182839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112866768907182839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-died.html' title='I died...'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112778945222847122</id><published>2005-09-26T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T19:50:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My M0o0o0on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/1600/214607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/320/214607.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Where is my moon?&lt;br /&gt;some body stole my moon ! or he gone ?&lt;br /&gt;I always waiting for my moon to come back here!&lt;br /&gt;no body see it. ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112778945222847122?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112778945222847122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112778945222847122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112778945222847122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112778945222847122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-m0o0o0on.html' title='My M0o0o0on'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112744247287588514</id><published>2005-09-22T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:27:52.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sohrab Sepehri !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/1600/SohrabSepehri02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/400/SohrabSepehri02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A God in the immediate vicinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A mids these gilly flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;At the foot of that tall pine tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Over water's cogition, over plan't low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;An artist by profession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;At times i make a cage out of paint and sell it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;to freshen your lonely heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;with th e song of the peony confined within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;what a fancy ! what a fancy ! ... I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;my cancas is soulless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I well konw my painted pand is fishless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I love the poem and one od my facore poet is Sohrab. I saw him in his poems who traveling from door to door, asking for a lark's song . Sohrab only person who could image world to come a word. world wasn't visible who he saw it visible . A century conguered by a poem. It was secret's of him.&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/15698557-112744247287588514?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112744247287588514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112744247287588514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112744247287588514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112744247287588514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/sohrab-sepehri.html' title='Sohrab Sepehri !'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112727423374249852</id><published>2005-09-20T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:43:53.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason I Survived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/1600/Love%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/320/Love%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Some things make you stubborn and determined to do something. It's really ambiguous and hard to say. You dont't need any prmission from anyone . But it will be a good reason if you askyour self,"What di i want from my self?" With out any doubt ( I want ...) is the reason for survival .&lt;br /&gt;life is a circle , there's no way to run . you have to pass this way with out any short cuts . A lot of reasons could be a good cause, to complete this long way . you will have problems in your life .But you'll never complain, because you have a some reason to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112727423374249852?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112727423374249852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112727423374249852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112727423374249852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112727423374249852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/reason-i-survived.html' title='The Reason I Survived!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112701842628969526</id><published>2005-09-17T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:40:26.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I dont know why people afraid of  night although, they open them spite in night and worship a moon and stars. What's the face of night? Except moon and stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;face of sky , face of rain , face of day , what's different between those? Face's of night is a beautiful face of moon and long shiny hair of stars. Why people deny that and accuser it to scary thing. why you never try to walk at night to understand what is a peace. Why you never whistle  with loud vice and put your hands in your pockets and move your foots step by step on the wet grass.My question is have you ever seen the real face of night ? If you understood what did i say, you will understand what should you do . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;trust- believe- worship-creed-belife- credence faith-troth- presumption-confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;All the words in bove , you will in short in one sentence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Night is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I'm owenship of my night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112701842628969526?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112701842628969526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112701842628969526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112701842628969526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112701842628969526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-night.html' title='Why Night'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112645725423349839</id><published>2005-09-11T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T09:47:34.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;In love everye thing is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;                                            trope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;                                             ok....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112645725423349839?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112645725423349839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112645725423349839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112645725423349839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112645725423349839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-love.html' title='In love...'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112564087518711779</id><published>2005-09-01T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:01:15.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>black veil</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It was a first time. I saw the black eyes or black veil.when i looket in your eyes i never understood , what was your eyes color !! . I lost in your eyes city not of your eyes color . in your city i was a naked in the wind without any support. Your tears were big ocean to drown me for ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112564087518711779?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112564087518711779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112564087518711779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112564087518711779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112564087518711779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/black-veil.html' title='black veil'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112564062921370004</id><published>2005-09-01T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:57:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dear:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;my dear friend when you have problem , you never say oh my God i have a big problem but you never forget to say hey problem i have a big God ...&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/15698557-112564062921370004?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112564062921370004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112564062921370004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112564062921370004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112564062921370004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-dear.html' title='my dear:'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112530104490334911</id><published>2005-08-29T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:37:24.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't wanna prey for you ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/1600/mmmmmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/400/mmmmmmmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;you sleep without any story. you can't see a bad dreams in your sleep . you never will be here. I know , i can see you again but not in my real world . in my imagination. i know there is no doubt in your way . there is no wind to push you to ather side . there is no sun to burn you in it'self. maybe i'm really selfish but ,you couldn't live .all the hearts are anger of peace in here. I will prey for ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;prey for what ? you have never been here .sometime i'm thinking . I'm not real the same you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I don't wanna prey for you !!! never and ever . Iam losing my self . But i will prey to forget you for ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112530104490334911?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112530104490334911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112530104490334911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112530104490334911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112530104490334911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dont-wanna-prey-for-you.html' title='i don&apos;t wanna prey for you ...'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112524432262102677</id><published>2005-08-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T08:52:02.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tranquil sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go to bed without any anxiety . Put a blanket in your self and every thing will be warm .put pillow every where you want . Close your eyes and deep breath , the trick of sleep to take you every where you want , in  your dreams . Every where you want go your foots are direction of your plan . your hands can to pull off roods flower form gorund . Your heart can be for some one .  Your chest full of love and hope. In sleep there is no sun to burn you in it's self . there is no lie to cover your in case . there is no doubt to see your face in the water form spring. you cant sleep with any story , in your sleep you have a lot of dreams to see . because of strick's sleep . It's a good affluence .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112524432262102677?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112524432262102677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112524432262102677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112524432262102677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112524432262102677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/tranquil-sleep.html' title='tranquil sleep'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112509125419731403</id><published>2005-08-26T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:20:54.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cup of coffee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/1600/Coffee_Cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/320/Coffee_Cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;in the emptey cup of coffee i'm searching my life . looking for a new things in it . i ate coffee more than days of mylife .i never could find something except a simple sketch. in the simple sketch , i saw a world who didn't have any life on it . i saw a big desert which had a big lake . i saw a big ocean which needed some water . i saw a big house which looking for a onwer . i saw a little girl who cried for some smile . i saw a mather who wrote a booke for herchiled but the chiled never born . i saw a tree which knew the meaning of love. i saw a pen which wrote for a long time a go for his owner and didn't say :(i need a essence and break. ) i saw a picture which hade smile to every one except itself . i saw a time table which had a love's class . i saw a big eyes of a beautiful woman who saw in the empty cup of coffee for find a her life&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/15698557-112509125419731403?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112509125419731403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112509125419731403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112509125419731403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112509125419731403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/cup-of-coffee.html' title='cup of coffee!!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112508861639886409</id><published>2005-08-26T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:36:56.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/1600/sepia_tint_march2002_1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/320/sepia_tint_march2002_1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;you know what comrade !!!&lt;br /&gt;all people struggle to  be near each ather and want to be  near close and closer . But when they were near . They going far away. i'm wonder .yesterday we were a best friend .right now we are the same starange . i'm wonder ...&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/15698557-112508861639886409?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112508861639886409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112508861639886409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112508861639886409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112508861639886409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-wonder_26.html' title='i wonder'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112484838065197204</id><published>2005-08-23T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T18:53:00.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;where am i ? who am i ? what am i doing ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;where were you ? when i was a ... just i want to say .i was really strange in your world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;love your self . come back to life . some one die in me .help me to take off from here . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i need a hand for support. you talked to me about alot of stories but i knew all of them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;never mind.!!! you always said lie to me  but all your lies is intersting for me . i usually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;look at the mirror .my face is change and my eyes looking for something in your eyes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i talked to my self . &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you lost your self very easy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112484838065197204?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112484838065197204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112484838065197204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112484838065197204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112484838065197204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-am-i.html' title='who am i ?'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15698557.post-112478135913716603</id><published>2005-08-23T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:15:59.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/1600/Once2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" height="316" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3165/1456/320/Once2.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;stop . stop. stop&lt;br /&gt;.any where you are&lt;br /&gt;just ,stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15698557-112478135913716603?l=tricksleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112478135913716603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15698557&amp;postID=112478135913716603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112478135913716603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15698557/posts/default/112478135913716603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/stop_112478135913716603.html' title='stop'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997500064283645299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/537/1482/1600/LOTHAR3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
