<?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-1028187485535679032</id><updated>2011-11-30T08:57:29.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still lost</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6263181560556403107</id><published>2011-03-01T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:39:06.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;m not very OK with enacting many new laws. Law, in itself, is a restriction of freedom. It&amp;#39;s a necessary evil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:43441"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/43441"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=43441" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6263181560556403107?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6263181560556403107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6263181560556403107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6263181560556403107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6263181560556403107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-law.html' title='On Law'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7254184035855608480</id><published>2011-03-01T09:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:34:11.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;ve worked in three offices till now and never had any real problem with any of them. Mr. Mazinani was very active and inspiring, but not very honest; Mr. Mehri was intellectual, but not very active and not inspiring at all; and Mrs. Mazinani is logical and open minded, but not very powerful and not brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#39;ve learned many things from each one of them, but I think none of them was a great boss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:43287"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/43287"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=43287" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7254184035855608480?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7254184035855608480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7254184035855608480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7254184035855608480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7254184035855608480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/03/boss.html' title='Boss'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6148055253952422751</id><published>2011-03-01T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:34:10.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Sporting Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;m not a big fan of any sport event, but I never miss FIFA world cup and UEFA champions league. Anyway, I&amp;#39;m losing my interest in watching football, even my beloved Persepolis FC, Real Madrid, AC Milan and even Iran National team. I prefer to go to GYM and exercise myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:43286"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/43286"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=43286" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6148055253952422751?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6148055253952422751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6148055253952422751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6148055253952422751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6148055253952422751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite-sporting-event.html' title='My Favorite Sporting Event'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6378414459881209325</id><published>2011-03-01T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:33:56.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Forms of Creative Expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;ve tried many different ways to express myself: writing, drawing, acting (theaters) and even one small business. I liked the writing most. This is the only way that lets you create &amp;quot;everything&amp;quot; you want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:43281"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/43281"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=43281" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6378414459881209325?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6378414459881209325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6378414459881209325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6378414459881209325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6378414459881209325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite-forms-of-creative.html' title='My Favorite Forms of Creative Expression'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2562577197359148780</id><published>2011-02-09T01:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T01:56:10.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There and Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I love my home, i.e Tehran. But, I have realized that I would love it even more if I could be away for a while. I want to be able to work while traveling around the world. One good job for this purpose would be Journalism. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:43048"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/43048"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=43048" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2562577197359148780?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2562577197359148780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2562577197359148780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2562577197359148780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2562577197359148780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-and-back-again.html' title='There and Back Again'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4182973867155251334</id><published>2011-01-30T03:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T03:23:17.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book that Changed My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  It was &amp;quot;Sea of faith&amp;quot; by Don Cupitt. I don&amp;#39;t totally agree with Cupitt, but he showed me that religion should not be evaluated by scientific measures. This is a very cruel world that we live in, and our mind needs some &amp;quot;myth&amp;quot; about eternity and goodness to hold on to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:42197"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/42197"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=42197" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4182973867155251334?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4182973867155251334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4182973867155251334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4182973867155251334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4182973867155251334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/book-that-changed-my-life.html' title='A Book that Changed My Life'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4266450747532530860</id><published>2011-01-29T03:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T03:25:56.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Childhood Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  When I was a kid, I used to idolize my dad. I thought  he was a genius, a hero, a saint and a man with supernatural ability to read my mind. It was my mother who made me think that way. She used to hide many things about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today, I think my dad is a smart, brave and good ordinary man. He is not perfect as my childhood dreams, but I love him anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:42152"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/42152"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=42152" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4266450747532530860?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4266450747532530860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4266450747532530860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4266450747532530860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4266450747532530860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-childhood-idol.html' title='My Childhood Idol'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-5750986964561310716</id><published>2011-01-22T02:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T02:22:30.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You but I'm Not in Love with You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;ve been in love once in my life, but it wasn&amp;#39;t very passionate and I didn&amp;#39;t get the girl. She&amp;#39;s now far away from me, somewhere in Canada (that&amp;#39;s one of the reasons that makes me hate the country!). Anyway, we wouldn&amp;#39;t make a perfect couple. We were of opposite beliefs, ethnic groups, and the most important, different souls and passions. She hated what I loved. She was (is) very beautiful. It doesn&amp;#39;t make sad that I couldn&amp;#39;t be with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:41620"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/41620"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=41620" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-5750986964561310716?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/5750986964561310716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=5750986964561310716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5750986964561310716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5750986964561310716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you-but-i-not-in-love-with-you.html' title='I Love You but I&amp;#39;m Not in Love with You'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-5752958453475045582</id><published>2011-01-22T02:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T02:12:25.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips for Saving Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Well, I&amp;#39;m not a very good example of saving time. I have a lot of programs and I can&amp;#39;t find enough time to take care of them. I want to improve my drawing skills, finish my novel, become a lawyer, travel around the world, find my ideal girl, learn more languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But in real life, I come back from work at 6pm, I go to gym until 9pm, I play with my computer and surf in the web, watch some TV, eat dinner and go to bed. That&amp;#39;s my usual daily routine. I have to change that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:41619"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/41619"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=41619" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-5752958453475045582?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/5752958453475045582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=5752958453475045582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5752958453475045582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5752958453475045582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/tips-for-saving-time.html' title='Tips for Saving Time'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2735801960551569159</id><published>2011-01-22T01:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T01:57:44.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? An Entrepreneur?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Yes. I&amp;#39;ve always dreamed of being a successful entrepreneur. Actually, I tried to start a business about two years ago. It didn&amp;#39;t work. I wanted to sell some photo frames. I didn&amp;#39;t have enough money, experience and confidence. I think I should start my own business as a lawyer, and start a legal consultant firm. I really like to be independent. But I&amp;#39;m an employee right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:41618"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/41618"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=41618" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2735801960551569159?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2735801960551569159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2735801960551569159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2735801960551569159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2735801960551569159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-entrepreneur.html' title='Me? An Entrepreneur?'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2874263639727181831</id><published>2011-01-22T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T01:09:46.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;ve spent my childhood in many Iranian cities including Kermanshah, Saqqez, Ahvaz, Torbat Ḥeydarīyeh, Isfahan and finally Tehran. I don&amp;#39;t have clear memories about the first two cities, but I remember the shouth western city of Ahvaz as very hot one with slumdogs around it and a beautiful bridge over a very big river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Torbat Ḥeydarīyeh was a small town with nosy people and a small park, a shrine, a very great tomb of a very famous monk, a great central mosque and a small cinema. It&amp;#39;s people were famous for not being reliable, but I remember them as friendly and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don&amp;#39;t have very happy memories about Isfahan, though it is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I was born in Isfahan, but I was considered as a stranger and was not warmly accepted among other children. And there were a lot of problems in our family and neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For me, living in Tehran, the metropolis, was more relieving and peaceful. We lived in suburbs in the first 8 years and now we are living in a residential in northern Tehran.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:41616"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/41616"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=41616" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2874263639727181831?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2874263639727181831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2874263639727181831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2874263639727181831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2874263639727181831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-hometown.html' title='My Hometown'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6879291160148943494</id><published>2011-01-19T00:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:36:03.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope I Never Lose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I love myself and don&amp;#39;t want this feeling to change ever. I try to keep myself away from guilt, disappointment or humiliation. I&amp;#39;m a friend of my soul; a very good friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I love you Yahya and I will never let you down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:41408"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/41408"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=41408" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6879291160148943494?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6879291160148943494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6879291160148943494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6879291160148943494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6879291160148943494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hope-i-never-lose.html' title='I Hope I Never Lose...'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4581404408488667021</id><published>2011-01-18T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:38:19.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being in the Spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;ve been on stage a lot of times. I&amp;#39;ve played many roles on stage when I was a kid and attended an acting course when I was in college. It feels great, especially when the show is a success and the spectators explode in clapping and shouting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh god, I miss being on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:41405"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/41405"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=41405" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4581404408488667021?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4581404408488667021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4581404408488667021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4581404408488667021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4581404408488667021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-being-in-spotlight.html' title='On Being in the Spotlight'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4892473987830493218</id><published>2011-01-18T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:56:23.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fictional Character I'd Like to Hang Out With</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Fictional characters are usually depictions of real life characters around the author. So, they already exist and there is no need to bring them to life. Anyway, I would like to bring God (from the movie Bruce Almighty, for example) to real life and show him what a mess he has made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:41357"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/41357"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=41357" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4892473987830493218?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4892473987830493218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4892473987830493218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4892473987830493218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4892473987830493218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/fictional-character-i-like-to-hang-out.html' title='A Fictional Character I&amp;#39;d Like to Hang Out With'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-5780987429817971842</id><published>2011-01-12T04:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T04:02:36.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stress Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;m usually criticized for being too carefree to the point of imprudence. It makes some people mad and some others are jealous of me. I happy with the way I am, but even for me there are situations where I feel really under stress. For example, I&amp;#39;m a very miser person and I get nervous when someone owes me money but doesn&amp;#39;t pay back. Anyway, I try to avoid these stressful situations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40994"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40994"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40994" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-5780987429817971842?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/5780987429817971842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=5780987429817971842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5780987429817971842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5780987429817971842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-stress-level.html' title='My Stress Level'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-3002899897920664177</id><published>2011-01-12T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T03:47:21.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Stay Focused</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  When I read something important, for example for an exam of something, I write down every irrelevant idea that comes to my mind and promise myself to think about it later. This way I can stop my mind from wandering in memories from the past or plans for future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40993"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40993"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40993" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-3002899897920664177?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/3002899897920664177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=3002899897920664177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3002899897920664177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3002899897920664177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-i-stay-focused.html' title='How I Stay Focused'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-1854478784514989191</id><published>2011-01-12T03:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T03:35:39.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memorable Job Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  About 4 or 5 years ago, I had a very good chance for having a well paid job in one of the organizations of Tehran Municipality. The head of that organization found out that I know the son of one of his old friends and asked me to take him with myself to the interview. It turned out that they needed only one of us and I was the one who was dismissed, because the boss preferred to hire the son of his old friend. I lost the opportunity only because I tried to help a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Friendship sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40987"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40987"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40987" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-1854478784514989191?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/1854478784514989191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=1854478784514989191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1854478784514989191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1854478784514989191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/memorable-job-interview.html' title='A Memorable Job Interview'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-540778575124131229</id><published>2011-01-11T00:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:41:27.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had One Hour in a Time Machine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I would travel to one month later, then get all the information about prices of future contracts of crude oil, then come back an invest a lot of money for buying (or selling) future contracts and make a lot money! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes, that&amp;#39;s greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40953"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40953"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40953" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-540778575124131229?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/540778575124131229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=540778575124131229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/540778575124131229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/540778575124131229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-had-one-hour-in-time-machine.html' title='If I Had One Hour in a Time Machine...'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7183409570265336846</id><published>2011-01-11T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:33:16.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ancestors' Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  There are rumors that we are descendants of Imam Hasan (625 - 669) , son of Imam Ali. But that&amp;#39;s not proved. Whats for sure is that our first known ancestor, Kiamarz, lived in the province of Mazandaran, north of Iran. My next ancestors were farmers and clergymen. They worked on their own farms and were highly respected among the people. Our only family enemy was the former Shah of Iran, because he imprisoned my grandfather for refusing to give up his lands. Anyway, my father participated in the Islamic revolution which overthrow Shah. My father then fought in Iran-Iraq war, became a commander and was honored with a medal of courage. He is still a member of the revolutionary guard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40952"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40952"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40952" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7183409570265336846?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7183409570265336846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7183409570265336846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7183409570265336846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7183409570265336846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-ancestors-stories.html' title='My Ancestors&amp;#39; Stories'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-1874182664375496741</id><published>2011-01-10T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:33:06.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want to be Remembered For</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &amp;quot;Hafiz of Shiraz&amp;quot; (1325/26&amp;ndash;1389/90), a Persian poet, said: I haven&amp;#39;t seen better than the voice of love, any legacy that will last in this ever changing world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He proved to be right, because he is still the most popular poet in Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don&amp;#39;t have enough love to create such lyric masterpieces as what Hafiz did. But I try to write some stories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40951"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40951"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40951" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-1874182664375496741?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/1874182664375496741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=1874182664375496741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1874182664375496741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1874182664375496741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-want-to-be-remembered-for.html' title='What I Want to be Remembered For'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-3389988884177171215</id><published>2011-01-02T00:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:45:03.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Home Says About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  My home proves that I&amp;#39;m an introvert who don&amp;#39;t care about outside and appearance and has very messy inside. You know, the windows are very dirty and the curtains are always closed. There are signs of a lot of unfinished businesses all around the rooms. Half read books, half painted canvases, a wrecked guitar, many unfinished scripts. You know, my home is pretty much like myself. You can find many beautiful things inside and outside of it, but it lacks order and discipline. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40272"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40272"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40272" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-3389988884177171215?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/3389988884177171215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=3389988884177171215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3389988884177171215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3389988884177171215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-my-home-says-about-me.html' title='What My Home Says About Me'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-5400903801848815195</id><published>2011-01-02T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:29:17.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Countries I'd Like to Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  France: I love to see the country of painters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Brazil: I love to see the night sky from the southern hemisphere and I&amp;#39;d also want to see amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Zimbabwe, or any country in southern Africa: see above!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40271"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40271"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40271" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-5400903801848815195?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/5400903801848815195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=5400903801848815195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5400903801848815195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5400903801848815195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/three-countries-i-like-to-visit.html' title='Three Countries I&amp;#39;d Like to Visit'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4816299886300258856</id><published>2011-01-02T00:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:19:48.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Someone from High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Dear Mohammad Hussein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You know, you were one of the most influencing persons in my life. You drew my attention to the politics and Islamic culture. You made me think about them and I can say that you were the one who helped me get rid of my prejudices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With your help, I entered a world that you, yourself, failed to enter. Now I am enjoying freedom, but I know you can&amp;#39;t be free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You were afraid to escape. You stayed in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40270"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40270"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40270" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4816299886300258856?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4816299886300258856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4816299886300258856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4816299886300258856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4816299886300258856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-to-someone-from-high-school.html' title='A Letter to Someone from High School'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8512991664391077949</id><published>2011-01-01T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:56:59.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Looking Forward to in 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I hope I could become a successful speculator. I really like this job, because it brings challenge to everyday of my life. I also hope I could publish my first novel. these twp are my most important priorities this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40269"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40269"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40269" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8512991664391077949?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8512991664391077949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8512991664391077949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8512991664391077949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8512991664391077949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-looking-forward-to-in-2011.html' title='What I&amp;#39;m Looking Forward to in 2011'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-1497867745657291632</id><published>2010-12-31T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:37:03.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greatest Accomplishment of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I think it was starting to go to a gym. I&amp;#39;m very happy I started it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:40179"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/40179"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=40179" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-1497867745657291632?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/1497867745657291632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=1497867745657291632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1497867745657291632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1497867745657291632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-greatest-accomplishment-of-2010.html' title='My Greatest Accomplishment of 2010'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4414381209349866617</id><published>2010-12-29T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T04:23:55.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance Is real danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Yes it&amp;#39;s always better to know th truth, even when you don&amp;#39;t like it. People who tend to believe in what they want to believe, are in great danger. There are real risks and opportunities out there and we should be aware of them. We shouldn&amp;#39;t let the emotions make us blind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:39966"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/39966"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=39966" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4414381209349866617?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4414381209349866617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4414381209349866617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4414381209349866617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4414381209349866617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/12/ignorance-is-real-danger.html' title='Ignorance Is real danger'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-5438249855560295616</id><published>2010-12-29T03:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:48:46.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Do One Evil Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I would steal money from moneybags who never spend their money. I would also cross every international borders! You can add trespassing every mansion of the kings and riches of the world! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:39965"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/39965"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=39965" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-5438249855560295616?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/5438249855560295616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=5438249855560295616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5438249855560295616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5438249855560295616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-i-could-do-one-evil-thing.html' title='If I Could Do One Evil Thing...'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-5269406696087169643</id><published>2010-12-13T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T02:44:25.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meat Lover or Meatless: My Stance on Vegetarianism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Back in time, I felt guilty about killing and eating poor animals. Now I consider it as a rule of the nature. Some animals eat others. We eat sheep, cattle, chicken, fish, etc. We need protein and soybeans are not enough. We have to eat other animals. It&amp;#39;s a sad reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:39049"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/39049"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=39049" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-5269406696087169643?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/5269406696087169643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=5269406696087169643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5269406696087169643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5269406696087169643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/12/meat-lover-or-meatless-my-stance-on.html' title='Meat Lover or Meatless: My Stance on Vegetarianism'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8781497830553474867</id><published>2010-12-10T02:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T02:02:47.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining the Word Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  My friend is someone who I enjoy spending my time with him/her. I don&amp;#39;t believe that a friend is someone who you necessarily trust or whom you can depend on. There are many people who I do trust them but they are not my friends. One of them is my father. Furthermore, you don&amp;#39;t have to love your friend. I love my aunt but she is not my friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:38901"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/38901"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=38901" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8781497830553474867?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8781497830553474867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8781497830553474867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8781497830553474867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8781497830553474867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/12/defining-word-friend.html' title='Defining the Word Friend'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8149020557010565141</id><published>2010-12-07T02:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:42:19.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would I Live Forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Would I keep reading a novel that will never end? I don&amp;#39;t think so. In any story, ending is as important as the beginning and rest of the story. Besides, I don&amp;#39;t want to watch everyone I love dies and I&amp;#39;m still alive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:38678"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/38678"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=38678" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8149020557010565141?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8149020557010565141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8149020557010565141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8149020557010565141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8149020557010565141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/12/would-i-live-forever.html' title='Would I Live Forever?'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-1417127804702202363</id><published>2010-11-29T01:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T01:48:44.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Have Loved and Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I think that people shouldn&amp;#39;t &amp;quot;try&amp;quot; to fall in love. Actually I think we should try to avoid it. But, when it happens, I mean when we involuntarily fall in love, we should protect ourselves against irrational and harmful decisions that love imposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For example, if we fall for someone abusive, we better suffer loss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:38131"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/38131"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=38131" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-1417127804702202363?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/1417127804702202363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=1417127804702202363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1417127804702202363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1417127804702202363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-have-loved-and-lost.html' title='To Have Loved and Lost'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7937441122111789542</id><published>2010-11-28T04:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T04:03:42.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 Best Qualities</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Affection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I try to love everyone around me. I believe that everyone has something beautiful within him. I'm afraid of hurting others.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know the weakness in everyones souls that makes them hurt each other. I have this weakness too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loyalty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have a big mouth and I sometimes can't keep a secret, because I forget that it is a secret. But I do not betray my friends, on purpose at least.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Versatility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I can adapt myself to different tasks in different situations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bravery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Fear is not a usual motive in my decision making. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:38077"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/38077"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=38077" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7937441122111789542?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7937441122111789542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7937441122111789542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7937441122111789542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7937441122111789542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-5-best-qualities.html' title='My 5 Best Qualities'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6408659031045457163</id><published>2010-11-27T03:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T03:36:21.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witnessing Bravery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  In the post-election days of 2009 in Iran, both protesters and government showed unacceptable violences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In one case, an officer was down and the protesters gathered around him and started kicking and beating him. Other officers didn&amp;#39;t dare coming for his help and his life was in danger, but suddenly a young girl hurried and but herself between the officer and the angry protesters. This made them hesitate a little and the officer could run away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bravery against violence is very rare and precious virtue, that we, Iranians, lacked in that days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:38020"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/38020"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=38020" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6408659031045457163?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6408659031045457163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6408659031045457163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6408659031045457163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6408659031045457163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/witnessing-bravery.html' title='Witnessing Bravery'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8706853661142112904</id><published>2010-11-22T04:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T04:56:21.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things I'm Looking Forward to This Week</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet an Ayatollah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He is going to be my new boss! And he is the father of one if my old friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go hiking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tehran has a lot of mountains and it's quite fun spending the whole day there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renew my membership in local gym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It ended yesterday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:37699"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/37699"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=37699" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8706853661142112904?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8706853661142112904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8706853661142112904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8706853661142112904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8706853661142112904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-things-i-looking-forward-to-this-week.html' title='3 Things I&amp;#39;m Looking Forward to This Week'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-3286118831363041585</id><published>2010-11-19T01:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T01:21:54.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;ve always wanted to be the president of the Islamic republic of Iran. Right now, I&amp;#39;ve entered a way that makes me quite unqualified for that job. I&amp;#39;m officially a Muslim, but I don&amp;#39;t truly believe in Islam, so I can&amp;#39;t take the oath of office as President of the Islamic Republic of Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My more realistic dream job is the CEO of a great Iranian company which makes jobs and money inside Iran.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:37481"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/37481"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=37481" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-3286118831363041585?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/3286118831363041585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=3286118831363041585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3286118831363041585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3286118831363041585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-dream-job.html' title='My Dream Job'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7074654569887959629</id><published>2010-11-15T23:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:42:07.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I prefer to be with my family in the last day of the world. I want it to end where and with whom every thing have begun for me. We could travel to Isfahan, where we (me, my sisters and my mother) were born. I don&amp;#39;t want be alone and lost in the last day; I should die in my home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:37271"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/37271"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=37271" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7074654569887959629?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7074654569887959629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7074654569887959629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7074654569887959629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7074654569887959629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-hours.html' title='Last Hours'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-540829900197513791</id><published>2010-11-10T04:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T04:55:52.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boredom Cures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Thinking seriously, is the best cure to the boredom. I think boredom, like pain, is a very important sign that tells us that something is wrong inside us. When I&amp;#39;m bored, I ask myself what is wrong? why aren&amp;#39;t you happy? And it helps me find the problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36944"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36944"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36944" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-540829900197513791?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/540829900197513791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=540829900197513791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/540829900197513791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/540829900197513791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-boredom-cures.html' title='My Boredom Cures'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8723822429602542220</id><published>2010-11-06T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T05:33:36.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Mother Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  If I find a big spider in my room, I&amp;#39;ll watch it for a while and I may also take a photo of it. I&amp;#39;ll then catch it and through it out of the window because the others may not spare it&amp;#39;s life and I&amp;#39;m sure my mother will kill the poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don&amp;#39;t usually kill anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36693"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36693"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36693" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8723822429602542220?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8723822429602542220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8723822429602542220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8723822429602542220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8723822429602542220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-mother-nature.html' title='Hello, Mother Nature'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2944565029777134985</id><published>2010-11-06T03:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T03:52:58.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cliche I Can't Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I hate it when supernatural events lead someone to correct his attitude. It happens a lot in religious stories and it&amp;#39;s being used more and more in horror movies or science-fiction stuff etc. Someone is an asshole and when he see a miracle he becomes a better person. Bullshit. I won&amp;#39;t tell such stories to my children (if I have any in the future).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36689"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36689"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36689" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2944565029777134985?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2944565029777134985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2944565029777134985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2944565029777134985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2944565029777134985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/cliche-i-can-stand.html' title='A Cliche I Can&amp;#39;t Stand'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2126608653578911728</id><published>2010-11-06T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T03:21:29.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Road Trip Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  It was a very short one. I was the driver of a small hatchback and there were five girls in the backseat and four guys in front. I couldn&amp;#39;t even change the gears so one of the passengers volunteered for the job! (one time he failed to change in time and we almost crashed another car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was insane but everybody was excited and we laughed a lot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36688"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36688"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36688" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2126608653578911728?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2126608653578911728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2126608653578911728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2126608653578911728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2126608653578911728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-road-trip-ever.html' title='The Best Road Trip Ever'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7006155300930632030</id><published>2010-11-01T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T05:34:32.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Compliment I've Gotten In a While</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Moslem, one of my old friends, once told me that he will never get jealous of me. He said: ... because you are a genius and you deserve whatever you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#39;ll never tell him, but I&amp;#39;m always thankful to him because of what he told me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36405"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36405"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36405" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7006155300930632030?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7006155300930632030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7006155300930632030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7006155300930632030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7006155300930632030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-compliment-i-gotten-in-while.html' title='Best Compliment I&amp;#39;ve Gotten In a While'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6521853431393974530</id><published>2010-10-31T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:16:38.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zombies Are Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  First of all, I&amp;#39;ll kill my friends and family members who had became zombies and will bury them respectfully. Then I&amp;#39;ll run to a forest or mountains where zombies can&amp;#39;t reach me. I&amp;#39;ll write my address on different places so that any healthy man could find me. I think I&amp;#39;ll spend the rest of my life creating sculptures and paintings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36349"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36349"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36349" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6521853431393974530?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6521853431393974530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6521853431393974530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6521853431393974530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6521853431393974530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/zombies-are-here.html' title='The Zombies Are Here!'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-248512973597247745</id><published>2010-10-25T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:17:53.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I am a man who speaks his mind, so there are a lot of situations where I stand for what I believe in. But most of this situation are unimportant and everyday-life matters. For example, today my boss urged us to work harder and increase the production rate (we produce news!). I told her we already work hard and she is being unrealistic in asking us to work even more. In the end she agreed that our production (!) rates have increased in last months and she accused her own boss for demanding more and more. This situation is absurd and I&amp;#39;m thinking about leaving this job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36064"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36064"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36064" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-248512973597247745?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/248512973597247745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=248512973597247745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/248512973597247745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/248512973597247745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/taking-stand.html' title='Taking a Stand'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7464417193776361698</id><published>2010-10-25T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:03:44.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimist or Pessimist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I know there is evil inside every man and everything in the world and they could hurt me if I don&amp;#39;t be cautious. The world is a dangerous place. But this fact, doesn&amp;#39;t make me sad, and it doesn&amp;#39;t make me hate the others. I&amp;#39;ve learned to accept this fact and live with it, and if I could live a happy life in this hostile world, that would be the great victory. I have hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36061"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36061"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36061" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7464417193776361698?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7464417193776361698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7464417193776361698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7464417193776361698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7464417193776361698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/optimist-or-pessimist.html' title='Optimist or Pessimist?'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4552169912793513879</id><published>2010-10-25T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:54:29.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Go Back in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I wouldn&amp;#39;t go to the law school. Maybe I would choose to become a civil engineer or an artist. I&amp;#39;m now a materialist and I wish I could leave some real effects in the actual world around myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36059"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36059"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36059" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4552169912793513879?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4552169912793513879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4552169912793513879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4552169912793513879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4552169912793513879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-could-go-back-in-time.html' title='If I Could Go Back in Time'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7439454474725111979</id><published>2010-10-25T04:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:43:25.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Recent Embarrassment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I wrote a novel based on the experiences of my friend and his then girlfriend (now his wife). I was thinking that it was a romantic story and let them read before giving it to a publisher. But I was shocked when the girl became mad at me and said I had pictured her as a villain! And she also was mad at my friend for telling me all that secrets about their private life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The book was never published and she didn&amp;#39;t forgive me for a long time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36058"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36058"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36058" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7439454474725111979?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7439454474725111979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7439454474725111979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7439454474725111979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7439454474725111979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/recent-embarrassment.html' title='A Recent Embarrassment'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4264724043593436371</id><published>2010-10-25T04:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:09:32.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Superstitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;m afraid of two thing and I think they bring me bad luck: 1. To kill any living thing; 2. To upset my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don&amp;#39;t believe in anything supernatural or destiny or luck etc. But there are things that make me make mistakes or loose hope and confidence and the two things that I mentioned above are among them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:36056"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/36056"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=36056" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4264724043593436371?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4264724043593436371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4264724043593436371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4264724043593436371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4264724043593436371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-superstitions.html' title='My Superstitions'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-3975295204860919378</id><published>2010-10-16T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T05:11:45.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'd Do With a Million Dollars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I would stop working and start my journey around the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:35540"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/35540"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=35540" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-3975295204860919378?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/3975295204860919378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=3975295204860919378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3975295204860919378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3975295204860919378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-do-with-million-dollars.html' title='What I&amp;#39;d Do With a Million Dollars'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4673569741217372845</id><published>2010-10-16T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T05:08:27.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Invent Anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I would invent a &amp;quot;Mindtyper&amp;quot; to help me type every thing that comes to my mind, even when I&amp;#39;m asleep. Some times brilliant ideas come to my mind but I forget them later because I had nothing to wright it down at the moment. (I don&amp;#39;t keep a notepad because I keep losing them and people who find them could read through my most private thoughts).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:35539"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/35539"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=35539" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4673569741217372845?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4673569741217372845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4673569741217372845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4673569741217372845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4673569741217372845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-could-invent-anything.html' title='If I Could Invent Anything'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2149766586631223234</id><published>2010-10-16T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T04:56:51.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Encounters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I don&amp;#39;t believe in anything that had no scientific basis. OK, ghosts exist, but only in the minds of a schizophrenic patient and in fairy tales (which I love) and some other movies and books. I don&amp;#39;t know why am I even talking about them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:35538"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/35538"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=35538" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2149766586631223234?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2149766586631223234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2149766586631223234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2149766586631223234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2149766586631223234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/ghost-encounters.html' title='Ghost Encounters'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7806175436953024136</id><published>2010-10-16T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T04:45:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Trouble I've Gotten Myself Into...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  One morning I helped my old friend to fetch his stuff from his parents&amp;#39; house. His father had thrown him out of the house the night before and told him never come back. When the father found out about my help, he was mad at me and even accused me of assistance in robbery. I got to him and tried to make him calm down. He didn&amp;#39;t sue me anyway, but never forgave me neither.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:35537"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/35537"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=35537" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7806175436953024136?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7806175436953024136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7806175436953024136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7806175436953024136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7806175436953024136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/most-trouble-i-gotten-myself-into.html' title='The Most Trouble I&amp;#39;ve Gotten Myself Into...'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7540182154932967584</id><published>2010-10-11T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T06:41:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ultimate Keepsakes</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My passport and ID and other important documents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  to avoid many bureaucratic problems afterwards.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ID and wallet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I would absolutely need a lot of money.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My laptop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I would lose a lot of my works if I lose it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't play it, but I spend a lot of money and I simply love it don't want it to burn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of my art works&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:35220"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/35220"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=35220" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7540182154932967584?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7540182154932967584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7540182154932967584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7540182154932967584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7540182154932967584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-ultimate-keepsakes.html' title='My Ultimate Keepsakes'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-559552355419238319</id><published>2010-10-11T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T06:30:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Body Part I'd Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I love myself the way I am. But I try to make my belly smaller and build some muscles. Trough sport, absolutely. I&amp;#39;m against most of the plastic surgeries or implants when their only purpose is to make someone a little prettier. A beautiful soul can make any face and body beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:35217"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/35217"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=35217" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-559552355419238319?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/559552355419238319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=559552355419238319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/559552355419238319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/559552355419238319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-body-part-i-change.html' title='One Body Part I&amp;#39;d Change'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6820863242462933895</id><published>2010-10-11T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T06:23:14.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Neighborly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Well, like many other question, answer to this one depends on how do you define &amp;quot;a good neighbor&amp;quot;. I see the good neighbor as the someone who do not bother me, say hello when we see each other and just stay out of my life. In this view, yes, I&amp;#39;m a good neighbor. But otherwise, NO, I&amp;#39;m don&amp;#39;t offer any help and do not try to be a friend for them, so I may not be good neighbor from some point of view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:35216"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/35216"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=35216" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6820863242462933895?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6820863242462933895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6820863242462933895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6820863242462933895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6820863242462933895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/me-neighborly.html' title='Me, Neighborly?'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6239226998779714661</id><published>2010-10-09T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T05:23:18.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My One Day as a Celebrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I would like to be Ahmadi Nejad for one day! On that day, I would stay home and do less stupid things and let the others take care of the matters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:35115"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/35115"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=35115" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6239226998779714661?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6239226998779714661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6239226998779714661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6239226998779714661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6239226998779714661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-one-day-as-celebrity.html' title='My One Day as a Celebrity'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2801101162805435027</id><published>2010-10-06T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T05:24:37.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greatest Achievement</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  OK, I have a degree as a Master of Law from Tehran University. I&amp;#39;m not very proud of it, but all my friends and family, consider it the biggest achievement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:34945"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/34945"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=34945" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2801101162805435027?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2801101162805435027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2801101162805435027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2801101162805435027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2801101162805435027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-greatest-achievement.html' title='My Greatest Achievement'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2319270785768650029</id><published>2010-10-06T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T01:13:46.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Voyage to the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Maybe; I love to see earth from there, but the moon, itself, is a sad and boring place with dark sky and desert and rocks all around it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:34940"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/34940"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=34940" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2319270785768650029?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2319270785768650029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2319270785768650029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2319270785768650029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2319270785768650029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/voyage-to-moon.html' title='A Voyage to the Moon'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-1506744283123740898</id><published>2010-10-05T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:51:47.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Miss About Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I didn&amp;#39;t had a very happy childhood. It wasn&amp;#39;t tragic, but it wasn&amp;#39;t happy neither. I grown up in hostile environment; in the time of Iran-Iraq war, our family lived in a city under bombing and a bomb hit our home one time when we were out. When the war ended, we kept changing towns because my father was in The Revolutionary Guard. I kept loosing friends and having problems adopting to new cultures. I remember I never had enough confidence in myself. Ok lets cut the nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What I miss about childhood is being hugged and lifted by a bigger person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:34881"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/34881"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=34881" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-1506744283123740898?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/1506744283123740898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=1506744283123740898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1506744283123740898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1506744283123740898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-miss-about-childhood.html' title='What I Miss About Childhood'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-1365336347687719556</id><published>2010-10-02T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T06:09:18.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking with friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We tell jokes and laugh together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking Hot cofee or cold drinks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I makes me feel calm and comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think there is some hormone that makes people happier when they work out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm good at drawing and it makes me happy when I create something beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing with babies and small children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It makes me feel innocent and better than what I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solvong puzzels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's like snack for the left part of my mind!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreaming about a better future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have a powerful imagination and when I'm lost in good dreams, it's like living in them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's like dreaming.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When somebody trusts me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I feel useful&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watching something beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It can be nature, art or a movie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:34695"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/34695"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=34695" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-1365336347687719556?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/1365336347687719556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=1365336347687719556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1365336347687719556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1365336347687719556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='10 Things That Make Me Happy'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6621251625445146015</id><published>2010-10-02T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T05:46:42.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Awkward Moments: Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;ve never been on a date. But in theory, I think I could break the silence by commenting on passersby or weather or on something that we are eating. In general I&amp;#39;m not very easy with strangers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:34693"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/34693"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=34693" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6621251625445146015?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6621251625445146015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6621251625445146015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6621251625445146015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6621251625445146015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-little-awkward-moments-dating.html' title='Life&amp;#39;s Little Awkward Moments: Dating'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8297694098859166257</id><published>2010-10-02T03:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T03:27:28.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wasteful Thing I Do Each Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Besides from all the time that is waisted daily traffic, I think the most wasteful thing that I can&amp;#39;t stop myself doing it, is following political news in the newspapers and TV. None of the information about injustice, battles, stupidity and misconduct all around the world or even in Iran, are not useful for me; I can&amp;#39;t do anything about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I could read a book or watch a movie and enjoy my time, but I can&amp;#39;t ignore the news. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:34691"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/34691"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=34691" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8297694098859166257?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8297694098859166257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8297694098859166257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8297694098859166257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8297694098859166257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/10/most-wasteful-thing-i-do-each-day.html' title='The Most Wasteful Thing I Do Each Day'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8892488456424445765</id><published>2010-09-25T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T03:01:39.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe Versus Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  After the controversial Iran&amp;#39;s 2009 election and the tragedies following it, I had some serious discussion with my father, who is still loyal to the &amp;quot;Islamic republic&amp;quot; regime. Eventually I decided to leave home and live on my own. My parents, apparently, didn&amp;#39;t want me to leave but I was so determined that I started looking for some place to lease. But, at some point, I came to the realization that if I leave them &amp;quot;now&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;like this&amp;quot;, something between us would be lost forever, and it would be irreversible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:34249"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/34249"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=34249" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8892488456424445765?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8892488456424445765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8892488456424445765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8892488456424445765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8892488456424445765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/09/safe-versus-sorry.html' title='Safe Versus Sorry'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-699867541537738549</id><published>2010-09-19T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:30:57.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sci-fi Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  There was no doubt that &amp;quot;he&amp;quot; is pregnant. The two doctors standing by his bed, were examining this captive alien and every minute faced a new surprise. They were sure that this is male, because he was arrested for trying to rape one of the female personnel of the spaceship. He was a member of the diplomatic delegation from Q35 planet. Actually he was a bodyguard and was standing on his post outside the conference room. His victim was a silly girl who decided to flirt with him. The good smelling, tall alien had a shining velvet skin, with white, long hair and a pair of big black eyes. But what have should made him more attractive for the girl, was the fact that he was completely naked. She couldn&amp;#39;t stop staring at his penis and finally rose her head and winked for him, but his reaction was so freaking that the girl regretted what she did immediately; he put out his long, black tongue and caught the girl&amp;#39;s neck, pulled her close and started undressing her in front of everybody. The security people had to shoot him to release the poor girl, who couldn&amp;#39;t breath. Now, the two doctors were trying to save his life, but didn&amp;#39;t know that he were reproducing himself inside his damaged body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:33863"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/33863"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=33863" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-699867541537738549?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/699867541537738549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=699867541537738549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/699867541537738549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/699867541537738549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/09/sci-fi-character.html' title='Sci-fi Character'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-1406735912560967855</id><published>2010-09-18T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T01:30:16.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book Character I'd Like to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Whats better than a cheerful eternity?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=the+lord+of+the+rings&amp;amp;tag=wordprcom-20&amp;amp;search-alias=books" title="Grab this book from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/512pvJ9zV6L._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Tom Bombadil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:33801"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/33801"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=33801" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-1406735912560967855?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/1406735912560967855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=1406735912560967855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1406735912560967855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1406735912560967855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-character-i-like-to-be.html' title='A Book Character I&amp;#39;d Like to Be'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8424079585905514819</id><published>2010-09-17T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:27:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Versus Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I don&amp;#39;t think there is a difference between heart and head, in this case. Everybody follows his heart, thats for sure, but, technically, all of or emotions and feelings happen in our head. I can&amp;#39;t draw a solid line between my feeling and my logic. In the past, when I thought I&amp;#39;ve made a decision based on logic, I later discovered it was only for satisfying some desire, which at the time, I considered as pure wisdom. Life is not like mathematics. You can&amp;#39;t ever make a decision without following your heart. A man does what he do, because he want&amp;#39;s something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:33800"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/33800"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=33800" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8424079585905514819?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8424079585905514819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8424079585905514819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8424079585905514819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8424079585905514819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/09/heart-versus-head.html' title='Heart Versus Head'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7352350364615518006</id><published>2010-09-17T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:16:48.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Renamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I like my own name, but if I could choose another name in a different cultural context, I would pick some roman or Greek name. I like to have weird and stand alone name with a lot of syllables.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:33797"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/33797"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=33797" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7352350364615518006?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7352350364615518006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7352350364615518006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7352350364615518006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7352350364615518006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-renamed.html' title='Me, Renamed'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-5208637852096355510</id><published>2010-09-17T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:09:18.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brains or Beauty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  The truth is that stupid good looking people could end up in the hands of abusive others. Beauty could provoke greed or jealousy in evil spirits near the beautiful person and if he or she lacks intelligence, life could be very hard! On the other hand, ugly intelligent people could find ways to attract others, for example by making a lot of money, they could &amp;quot;buy&amp;quot; any stupid good looking man or woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I rather having a monkey&amp;#39;s face, but with god&amp;#39;s intelligence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:33792"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/33792"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=33792" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-5208637852096355510?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/5208637852096355510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=5208637852096355510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5208637852096355510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5208637852096355510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/09/brains-or-beauty.html' title='Brains or Beauty?'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7062747784376271587</id><published>2010-09-13T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:55:28.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Could Ask This Person for Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Imam Ali. He was the best friend of Muhammad, and I&amp;#39;ve always asked myself why such an intelligent person believed in what Muhammad said. He was also a very great governor and I&amp;#39;d be glad to hear some political advises from him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:33289"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/33289"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=33289" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7062747784376271587?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7062747784376271587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7062747784376271587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7062747784376271587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7062747784376271587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wish-i-could-ask-this-person-for.html' title='I Wish I Could Ask This Person for Advice'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7127358316054333455</id><published>2010-09-01T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:46:21.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 10 Best Qualities</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I can wait (only if I want).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm not a shy person and I speak my mind. I'll do whatever I'm sure it's true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Independence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't wait for the others to decide for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I keep my mouth shut when I can't speak the truth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being Open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I accept others the way they are. I'm not very prejudiced.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cautious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't hurry in making a decision or making a judgment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm not proud of anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know people can make some mistakes. I give everybody second chances.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professionalism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't mix my job with personal emotions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compatibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know we live in a ever changing world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:32369"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/32369"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=32369" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7127358316054333455?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7127358316054333455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7127358316054333455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7127358316054333455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7127358316054333455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-10-best-qualities.html' title='My 10 Best Qualities'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2777577099813620385</id><published>2010-09-01T02:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:25:45.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Believe (or Don't)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  It&amp;#39;s a little dangerous in a country like Iran (which doesn&amp;#39;t have a very good record concerning the right of religious freedom) to speak freely about your rather unconventional believes. Hence, I should insist that I &amp;quot;truly&amp;quot; believe that &amp;quot;there is no god except for Allah&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Mohammad is his prophet&amp;quot;! (but I also love Charles Robert Darwin) :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:32368"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/32368"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=32368" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2777577099813620385?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2777577099813620385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2777577099813620385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2777577099813620385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2777577099813620385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-i-believe-or-don.html' title='What I Believe (or Don&amp;#39;t)'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6735519013844714461</id><published>2010-08-27T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:47:22.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'd Say to My 16-Year-Old Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I would beg myself to forget about any religious and political commitment and focus on making money and creating beauty. I would also ask myself to stop being so shy and find a girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:31996"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/31996"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=31996" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6735519013844714461?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6735519013844714461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6735519013844714461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6735519013844714461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6735519013844714461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-i-say-to-my-16-year-old-self.html' title='What I&amp;#39;d Say to My 16-Year-Old Self'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8605107464351084652</id><published>2010-08-27T01:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:40:35.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Avoiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  There a lot of things that  everyone is avoiding. For me, marriage is one of them. Actually I have to say I&amp;#39;m avoiding women, because I don&amp;#39;t even have a girlfriend. I think they are very complicated and I want everything to be predictable, easy and comfortable. But I know I have to get rid of this fear, because I don&amp;#39;t want to die alone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:31995"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/31995"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=31995" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8605107464351084652?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8605107464351084652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8605107464351084652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8605107464351084652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8605107464351084652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-i-avoiding.html' title='What I&amp;#39;m Avoiding'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2844133962190711757</id><published>2010-08-27T01:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:26:20.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would I Take Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I don&amp;#39;t usually think about my past, hence regret is not a familiar feeling for me. But I have ab answer for this question: I wish I didn&amp;#39;t tell Negin that I loved her. That moment was one of the most meaningless moments in my life. She didn&amp;#39;t care about my feelings and I knew that. I don&amp;#39;t know what made me do that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:31994"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/31994"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=31994" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2844133962190711757?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2844133962190711757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2844133962190711757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2844133962190711757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2844133962190711757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-would-i-take-back.html' title='What Would I Take Back?'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-1767111158599403517</id><published>2010-08-21T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:54:32.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funniest Movie Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Borat%3A_Cultural_Learnings_of_America_for_Make_Benefit_Glorious_Nation_of_Kazakhstan&amp;amp;tag=wordprcom-20&amp;amp;search-alias=dvd" title="Grab this movie from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51uGbGa68JL._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  The encounter of the corrupt civilization of U.S and another primitive society was a very good idea. I&amp;#39;ve never laughed so much in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:31477"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/31477"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=31477" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-1767111158599403517?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/1767111158599403517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=1767111158599403517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1767111158599403517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1767111158599403517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/funniest-movie-ever.html' title='The Funniest Movie Ever'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2568364669915448627</id><published>2010-08-21T01:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:34:23.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting the Scene: Where I Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I live in complex with about a twenty of 15 floor buildings. Our complex is restricted and heavily guarded with security guards at the gates and all over the place. buildings&amp;#39;s frontage in naked concrete and they all are over 30 years old. Structure of the buildings is in a way that prevents sunshine from enlightening other buildings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Luckily, there are some grass fields and small gardens between these building, but they offer no privacy for anyone who wants to have some romantic moments, from the hundreds of eyes looking through the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hence, the complex, with it&amp;#39;s curious habitants and lover&amp;#39;s hating guards, is not a good place for dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is not a good place for driving, neither. There is bumpiness in every fifty meters of all the streets in the complex so that nobody could speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But all these, makes the complex a good place for children and housewives. They can enjoy the security of the place to play and socialize.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:31475"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/31475"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=31475" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2568364669915448627?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2568364669915448627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2568364669915448627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2568364669915448627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2568364669915448627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/setting-scene-where-i-live.html' title='Setting the Scene: Where I Live'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2764677605598528799</id><published>2010-08-21T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:36:46.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super-Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  As I&amp;#39;ve said before, I&amp;#39;m strongly against imprisoning any animals as a pet. But if I have to keep one (in this case, a combined of tree pets), I rather it be a combination of a mice&amp;#39;s size, with a dolphin&amp;#39;s intelligence and a parrots&amp;#39;s ability to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#39;ll call it Dombarik.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:31474"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/31474"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=31474" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2764677605598528799?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2764677605598528799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2764677605598528799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2764677605598528799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2764677605598528799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-super-pet.html' title='My Super-Pet'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-766048118557978001</id><published>2010-08-13T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T06:08:22.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Got Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Most important thing that got away from me, was me. as a teenager. Another thing was Pegah... a good friend who was taken from me by a thief who stole my phone, called her, and created a misunderstanding that never had a chance to get corrected. Another was a job, which was deprived from me because of a comment made from a friend of mine about me. there is a long list actually. I think it&amp;#39;s better to stop thinking about that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:30556"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/30556"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=30556" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-766048118557978001?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/766048118557978001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=766048118557978001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/766048118557978001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/766048118557978001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-who-got-away.html' title='The One Who Got Away'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8609281180762171905</id><published>2010-08-10T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:32:55.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Be a Character From a Book, I'd Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Crime+and+Punishment&amp;amp;tag=wordprcom-20&amp;amp;search-alias=books" title="Grab this book from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5165vEZhHQL._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Razumikhin is something between the two forces in this book. He do not belong to the corrupt word out there, but is not a fish out of the water. He is not evil, but he don&amp;#39;t fight with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:30089"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/30089"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=30089" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8609281180762171905?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8609281180762171905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8609281180762171905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8609281180762171905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8609281180762171905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-i-could-be-character-from-book-i-be.html' title='If I Could Be a Character From a Book, I&amp;#39;d Be...'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7793506622926205027</id><published>2010-08-06T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T10:20:57.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Superhero's Special Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  My special power would be the ability to persuade everyone. I think this is a power that even the devil himself would do anything to have it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:29593"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/29593"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=29593" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7793506622926205027?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7793506622926205027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7793506622926205027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7793506622926205027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7793506622926205027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-superhero-special-power.html' title='My Superhero&amp;#39;s Special Power'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-8632505155809950189</id><published>2010-08-04T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T04:45:11.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Lights Go Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Reading? Oh no, there&amp;#39;s no light. When there is no light, all the family gathers around a candle light and we talk, drink tea and forget about the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I remember that when I was a child, I liked to play with the shadows on the wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:29127"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/29127"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=29127" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-8632505155809950189?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/8632505155809950189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=8632505155809950189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8632505155809950189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/8632505155809950189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-lights-go-out.html' title='When the Lights Go Out'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-1919617811879128896</id><published>2010-08-01T03:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T03:37:34.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prophetic Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I usually forget my dreams as soon as I wake up in the morning. But I remember some dreams that predicted something. In one of them I saw myself as a walking dead man. I hope it never come true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:28539"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/28539"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=28539" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-1919617811879128896?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/1919617811879128896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=1919617811879128896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1919617811879128896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1919617811879128896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-prophetic-dream.html' title='My Prophetic Dream'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7079348710477457514</id><published>2010-08-01T03:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T03:29:27.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;d like to eat Cheese sticks, potato chips and Ice cream when I&amp;#39;m nervous. It a very bad habit and I&amp;#39;m trying to stop it. You shouldn&amp;#39;t resort to foods when you are under pressure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:28536"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/28536"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=28536" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7079348710477457514?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7079348710477457514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7079348710477457514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7079348710477457514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7079348710477457514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favorite-comfort-food.html' title='My Favorite Comfort Food'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-219293095668546509</id><published>2010-08-01T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T03:19:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Keeps Me Up at Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I can&amp;#39;t sleep when I think that I have waisted my time all the day. I&amp;#39;m afraid to be vain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:28531"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/28531"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=28531" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-219293095668546509?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/219293095668546509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=219293095668546509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/219293095668546509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/219293095668546509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-keeps-me-up-at-night.html' title='What Keeps Me Up at Night'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7071647840002002876</id><published>2010-08-01T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:03:08.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts on the Death Penalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  No. One the most beautiful thing about humans is their ability to change themselves for better. I believe that even he who had done the most terrible deeds, have something good and beautiful inside his soul and he can give it to the world if he has a chance to do so. Killing a man would stop everything, it would prevent any change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hence, I don&amp;#39;t believe in death penalty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:28524"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/28524"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=28524" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7071647840002002876?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7071647840002002876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7071647840002002876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7071647840002002876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7071647840002002876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-thoughts-on-death-penalty.html' title='My Thoughts on the Death Penalty'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-5293416136716891065</id><published>2010-08-01T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:45:58.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, as a Teen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I was a very religious and conservative boy. I didn&amp;#39;t shave my barely grown beard, didn&amp;#39;t wear jeans, and didn&amp;#39;t go to the barbershop often. I was fatter and whiter. I was really unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One my greatest regrets in my life, is my waisted teen ages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:28523"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/28523"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=28523" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-5293416136716891065?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/5293416136716891065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=5293416136716891065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5293416136716891065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5293416136716891065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-as-teen.html' title='Me, as a Teen'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7737550343580304272</id><published>2010-07-29T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:28:42.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hated number one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Radicalism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: left; width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:28093"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/28093"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=28093" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7737550343580304272?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7737550343580304272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7737550343580304272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7737550343580304272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7737550343580304272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/hated-number-one.html' title='Hated number one'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-6973965005090548261</id><published>2010-07-25T04:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T04:14:50.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of My Memoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  When mom was about to give me birth, daddy wasn&amp;#39;t there. He was in battlefield. Grandma took a cab to take mom to the hospital. I was a big, healthy boy and mom named me Yahya, after an Arab writer, who put together they prayers of Imam Zayn al-Abidin, the forth imam of the Shia Islamic sect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:27098"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/27098"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=27098" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-6973965005090548261?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/6973965005090548261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=6973965005090548261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6973965005090548261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/6973965005090548261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/beginning-of-my-memoir.html' title='The Beginning of My Memoir'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-1980599014255866066</id><published>2010-07-23T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:11:09.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Numero Uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  His name is Alireza. We grown up together and know each other very well. Sure there are some differences, but none never tries to change the other one. We do not fully trust each other, but ironically this helped our friendship to last for over 14 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:26822"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/26822"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=26822" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-1980599014255866066?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/1980599014255866066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=1980599014255866066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1980599014255866066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/1980599014255866066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/friend-numero-uno.html' title='Friend Numero Uno'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7093272285770664881</id><published>2010-07-23T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:39:55.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Teacher I Ever Had</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  It&amp;#39;s really hard to choose one of all those stupid and cruel teachers as the worst teacher! They drained all my passion and curiosity with their medieval methods of teaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then, I decide not to name one of them, but the whole education system of Iran as the worst teacher I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I really feel pity for myself as an innocent child who was deprived of all the useful information that he needed for survival.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:26768"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/26768"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=26768" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7093272285770664881?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7093272285770664881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7093272285770664881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7093272285770664881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7093272285770664881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/worst-teacher-i-ever-had.html' title='The Worst Teacher I Ever Had'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-3742217100177956868</id><published>2010-07-21T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:05:11.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Question In Need of an Honest Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Obviously I would ask &amp;quot;what do you think of me?&amp;quot;. But you know, thats not a very creative question and I hate to be predictable! So I would ask &amp;quot;whats the biggest mistake of your life?&amp;quot; or even better; &amp;quot;What are you ashamed of?&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:26366"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/26366"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=26366" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-3742217100177956868?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/3742217100177956868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=3742217100177956868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3742217100177956868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3742217100177956868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-question-in-need-of-honest-answer.html' title='My Question In Need of an Honest Answer'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-5977332553557991998</id><published>2010-07-20T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:04:39.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would I Survive No Internet for a Whole Month?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I work for a news website, I&amp;#39;m interested in trading commodities via internet, I connect to my friends trough internet, and could I live without it? Sure I can! I mean, what a LOSER is he who can&amp;#39;t live without internet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:26120"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/26120"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=26120" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-5977332553557991998?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/5977332553557991998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=5977332553557991998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5977332553557991998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/5977332553557991998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/would-i-survive-no-internet-for-whole.html' title='Would I Survive No Internet for a Whole Month?'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-7026187332585657033</id><published>2010-07-18T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:45:02.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Writing Challenge: Sometimes We Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Me: I don&amp;#39;t blame him if he gave all the information to the Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My colleague: Why? that would be treason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Me: You know, for me, just seeing a giant black CIA agent would be enough to confess everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My colleague: Aha... I think even our offices security men could make you talk. No need to find a giant one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:25748"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/25748"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=25748" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-7026187332585657033?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/7026187332585657033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=7026187332585657033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7026187332585657033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/7026187332585657033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-writing-challenge-sometimes-we.html' title='Weekend Writing Challenge: Sometimes We Fight'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-3644124711913023358</id><published>2010-07-17T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:55:31.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Would Be a Better Place If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;m afraid of the people who want to make the world a better place. Why don&amp;#39;t you concentrate on your own life? I think if everybody minds his own business and simply does not hurt the others, the world would be a better place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:25580"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/25580"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=25580" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-3644124711913023358?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/3644124711913023358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=3644124711913023358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3644124711913023358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3644124711913023358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-would-be-better-place-if.html' title='The World Would Be a Better Place If...'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-3601329482458085405</id><published>2010-07-17T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:49:39.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alaskan Fuzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  - Eh... is it day or night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- Can&amp;#39;t you see the sun in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- so it&amp;#39;s day? what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- ha ha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:25579"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/25579"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=25579" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-3601329482458085405?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/3601329482458085405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=3601329482458085405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3601329482458085405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3601329482458085405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/alaskan-fuzz.html' title='The Alaskan Fuzz'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4712530816329890218</id><published>2010-07-15T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T05:37:59.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard at My Own Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  - Ah... he waisted all the opportunities in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- right. but you know, nobody ever understood what he was up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- because even he himself didn&amp;#39;t know what does he want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- Poor guy. anyway, it was nice having him around... he never hurt anybody. He was fun sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- yeah.. I&amp;#39;m going to miss him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width: 100%; margin: 10px 0; padding: 0;" class="plinky_badge_rid:25040"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/25040"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=25040" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="Powered by Plinky" title="Powered by Plinky" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4712530816329890218?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4712530816329890218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4712530816329890218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4712530816329890218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4712530816329890218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/overheard-at-my-own-funeral.html' title='Overheard at My Own Funeral'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-3101215365293100478</id><published>2010-07-14T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:24:26.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Quote of All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  He who has known himself, has known his god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:24838"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/24838"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=24838" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-3101215365293100478?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/3101215365293100478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=3101215365293100478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3101215365293100478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/3101215365293100478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-favorite-quote-of-all-time.html' title='My Favorite Quote of All Time'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-4364723847905435117</id><published>2010-07-13T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:26:40.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Advice I Ever Received</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  A girl approximately my age, once told me: You don&amp;#39;t need to be perfect... just be good enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:24683"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/24683"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=24683" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4364723847905435117?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4364723847905435117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4364723847905435117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4364723847905435117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4364723847905435117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-advice-i-ever-received.html' title='The Best Advice I Ever Received'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-465782376393312426</id><published>2010-07-12T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:45:02.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Relive Any Day of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Maybe it would be the day I decided to study law. Law never suited me. I&amp;#39;m not a serious man and I don&amp;#39;t like challenge. 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They talked about funny thing they did as a child, and he recited the story of a day he tortured a frog. Boys were really interested, but the girl that he loved, hated him forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:24273"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/24273"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=24273" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-4028954110173995213?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/4028954110173995213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=4028954110173995213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4028954110173995213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/4028954110173995213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2010/07/poor-frog.html' title='The poor frog'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028187485535679032.post-2518099092296191363</id><published>2009-07-30T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:27:15.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could do without hearing for a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  It would be a peaceful year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:15713"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/15713"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=15713" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028187485535679032-2518099092296191363?l=stilllist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/feeds/2518099092296191363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028187485535679032&amp;postID=2518099092296191363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2518099092296191363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028187485535679032/posts/default/2518099092296191363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilllist.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-could-do-without-hearing-for-year.html' title='I could do without hearing for a year'/><author><name>Yahya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BB-eK48C40Y/Sm7-TC3TSDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLzeGM2QHwo/S220/f62escd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
