<?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-5324222</id><updated>2012-01-23T21:24:35.243+03:30</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='International'/><category term='Moi'/><category term='Traditions'/><category term='Study'/><category term='Image'/><category term='Music Band'/><category term='Music Songs'/><category term='War'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Inspiracy'/><category term='Tehran'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Music Videos'/><category term='Fatties'/><category term='Bussiness'/><category term='Iran'/><category term='Emails'/><category term='US'/><category term='Ideas'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Middle East'/><category term='Iraq'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Proshat The Great</title><subtitle type='html'>Storming Out of a 25 Century Dust!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>355</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7344224816024449096</id><published>2010-12-20T10:49:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:49:03.386+03:30</updated><title type='text'>I Dont Wanna Be30</title><content type='html'>So it's here in 2 weeks... my 31st birthday... I'm gonna be 30...&lt;br /&gt;It always seemed like a way too far future: I always had my goals set for the time I would be 30.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm 30, I will have my masters degree.&lt;br /&gt;I will be working for 5 years at least in a good work place.&lt;br /&gt;I will be in a managerial level.&lt;br /&gt;I will have lots of friends in different social levels...&lt;br /&gt;I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm there now!&lt;br /&gt;I got all the things I wanted...&lt;br /&gt;I am "there" really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I woke up and noticed I had spent the previous day the way I imagined I would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is: so what?&lt;br /&gt;What's next for me?&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7344224816024449096?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7344224816024449096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7344224816024449096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7344224816024449096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7344224816024449096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-wanna-be30.html' title='I Dont Wanna Be30'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-9042450938720158616</id><published>2010-09-04T18:25:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:25:38.187+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/TIJPrNOKO2I/AAAAAAAABCk/VStnobVVzi8/s1600/0659591ab199f30dcb79f585813d11bd.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/TIJPrNOKO2I/AAAAAAAABCk/VStnobVVzi8/s1600/0659591ab199f30dcb79f585813d11bd.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-9042450938720158616?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/9042450938720158616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=9042450938720158616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/9042450938720158616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/9042450938720158616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/TIJPrNOKO2I/AAAAAAAABCk/VStnobVVzi8/s72-c/0659591ab199f30dcb79f585813d11bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-3538445923547103868</id><published>2010-06-11T20:52:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2010-06-11T20:52:11.968+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Brave Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;We're still here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;We're still keeping our hopes up! We are alive and there is a place inside us: hopeful and fertile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;In 20 years or less, we will write stories on Love, Life and Challenge in Green Years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here approaches the first anniversary of the cheat, the coupe, the brutal diminish of our freedom and we are still here... in the shadow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Not so irrelevant:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;the Chris de burgh song had always been a dear one for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/DVF7vI7I/05___ON_MY_BRAVE_HEARTS.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh, My Brave Heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3538445923547103868?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.4shared.com/audio/DVF7vI7I/05___ON_MY_BRAVE_HEARTS.htm' title='Oh My Brave Hearts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3538445923547103868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3538445923547103868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3538445923547103868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3538445923547103868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-my-brave-hearts.html' title='Oh My Brave Hearts'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-290848181134505612</id><published>2010-05-09T16:09:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:09:44.762+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Mourn my child, Mourn</title><content type='html'>Someone have been executed today.&lt;br /&gt;He was a teacher... he used to teach love... he used to love the nature.... he used to be an environmental activist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Moment of Silence&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-290848181134505612?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/290848181134505612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=290848181134505612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/290848181134505612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/290848181134505612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2010/05/mourn-my-child-mourn.html' title='Mourn my child, Mourn'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7265654381775278614</id><published>2010-01-22T18:59:00.008+03:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:24:52.612+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Amid the Days of Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is still nice things to look at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/S1nGtt56rYI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JX7BNbXX9xU/s1600-h/IMG_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/S1nGtt56rYI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JX7BNbXX9xU/s400/IMG_1278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429589314490772866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/S1nGtOxzFII/AAAAAAAABAI/BPMk-l_ieXw/s1600-h/IMG_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/S1nGtOxzFII/AAAAAAAABAI/BPMk-l_ieXw/s400/IMG_1291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429589306135221378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/S1nH4nh2C4I/AAAAAAAABAY/YtCBym51eGM/s1600-h/IMG_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/S1nH4nh2C4I/AAAAAAAABAY/YtCBym51eGM/s400/IMG_1295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429590601269382018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my birthday cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/S1nJCkbx4KI/AAAAAAAABAo/JVeDDlWzDfs/s1600-h/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/S1nJCkbx4KI/AAAAAAAABAo/JVeDDlWzDfs/s400/IMG_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429591871748956322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit: My Lil Sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7265654381775278614?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7265654381775278614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7265654381775278614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7265654381775278614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7265654381775278614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2010/01/amid-days-of-loss.html' title='Amid the Days of Loss'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/S1nGtt56rYI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JX7BNbXX9xU/s72-c/IMG_1278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5466572127945119281</id><published>2009-10-20T10:11:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:19:14.580+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Green Like the hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I was still wearing my green ribbon. I am proud to be wearing it!&lt;br /&gt;Green is the color of hope, the color of profound belief in a change that shall come one day!&lt;br /&gt;Green is the dream we saw 10 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green is not a color, it's the essence that has spread to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Green is the smile on a tired face of a friend who has been beaten up by riot police.&lt;br /&gt;Green is the silence that cut the air and hit the face of the deceptive cheater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green is the wave of future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Green!&lt;br /&gt;Carry it in your heart and one day we will all be wearing green again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5466572127945119281?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5466572127945119281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5466572127945119281&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5466572127945119281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5466572127945119281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2009/10/green-like-hope.html' title='Green Like the hope'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-3443718156232515930</id><published>2009-10-18T21:43:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:51:27.657+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you believe that I am old enough to be 30 soon?&lt;br /&gt;I remember vividly the girl I was 10 years ago... WOW! Been blogging 10 years and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 days, I will stand in front of a jury to defend my thesis and graduate! In 10 days, I will be the graduate MBA, the catering manager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not accomplished much though, I am still the hearty, stupid girl I was. I still have the dreams where I find happiness and live happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3443718156232515930?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3443718156232515930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3443718156232515930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3443718156232515930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3443718156232515930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6798572225652723522</id><published>2009-06-27T20:19:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:43:10.235+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tehran'/><title type='text'>Dear God,</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I was told that you would listen to me in any language if I would call out your name. I had also been told that you would carry me in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, here in my city, every night, millions of hopeful voices call out to you, they are calling you by your supreme power... They are calling you The Great!&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;There are people dieing in my city! There people who reach out to you to save their soul, to save their future.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;There are injustice in your name... there are people being beaten in your name!&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Save us! Save our souls... We did not ask for much. Our guilt was to understand... to see... not to obey stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-6798572225652723522?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6798572225652723522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=6798572225652723522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6798572225652723522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6798572225652723522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-god.html' title='Dear God,'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-15084920661601171</id><published>2009-06-15T13:46:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:04:40.366+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Where Is My Vote?</title><content type='html'>I am kicking and alive as we speak; but Tehran isn't! Tehran is the scene of clash between protesters and riot police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the heart of the clash: We hear gunshots, we see fire, we witness people running! Guards march on... we shut up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen such a thing! Not even in June 1999 when Police ride into University dorms.... My friends had gotten hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my vote? Where is the confidence I once had that WE can build this country? What happened to the cheerful faces and hopeful looks of young people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my vote back! I withdraw from pseudo-electing M. A.N.! I am ashamed of my nationality for the first time in my life! I am ashamed of the vote I cast! I am ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frightened! My world has just ended and the life I once dreamed is a far far illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not ask for much! I had no problem with Hejab! I did not want to go clubbing all night! I just wanted to be able to smile. to be proud of who I am, where I come from! I just wanted to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-15084920661601171?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/15084920661601171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=15084920661601171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/15084920661601171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/15084920661601171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-is-my-vote.html' title='Where Is My Vote?'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-1300707889905638330</id><published>2009-02-22T14:07:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:23:57.878+03:30</updated><title type='text'>My vote goes to...</title><content type='html'>Mr. Khatami? Nope! Wrong answer...&lt;br /&gt;I have been invite by several people to join the cause and support Mr. Khatami. I even had the discussion on phone with Sunnaz. &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Khatami had been my idol... in 1376 I skipped school and attended his campaigns. Back in 76, we were too trusting and we were opting for a change... the change came... and went away.&lt;br /&gt;I loved him... I loved listening to him and to follow his speeches. I used to follow everything and I fantasized about a better life for women.&lt;br /&gt;He did make some changes... I want to be fair. However, that did not leave us in a better place... People were hungry... and with social change, their hunger for money, for the luxury of a comfortable life grew... &lt;br /&gt;We believed that "it was our right to live a good life" that we had a right to be asking for welfare since we were "intellects"&lt;br /&gt;The time has changed: I do not wish to analyze the changes and the decisions that led us here; but, I wish to state the fact:&lt;br /&gt;People are hungry, a hunger for food, for financial security, for "sufficient" salary.&lt;br /&gt;They have the money but they can not buy anything. They can not invest. There is no hope.&lt;br /&gt;And the next one to rule will have very hard days facing the situation: He has to be powerful, he has to has a "rescue" plan.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Khatami has my heart forever; but he has to assure me (a pedestrian in his chess)that he can handle the future... He has to name at least a few economists as his consultant and he has to let me feel that by voting to him, I will not actually be blaming myself for the rest of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I already made the mistake twice, and I want some proof before I make the third. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-1300707889905638330?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1300707889905638330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=1300707889905638330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/1300707889905638330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/1300707889905638330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-vote-goes-to.html' title='My vote goes to...'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5254094469907733184</id><published>2009-01-29T15:46:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:51:35.500+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has it ever occurred to you that life moves on soooooo fast?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5254094469907733184?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5254094469907733184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5254094469907733184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5254094469907733184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5254094469907733184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2009/01/has-it-ever-occurred-to-you-that-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2745595649085129754</id><published>2009-01-08T20:44:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:58:51.629+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Update on the messy life on mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The are few hundred  reasons why I dont update my blog.... Quite surprisingly!&lt;br /&gt;First of all blogger is playing tricks here... I can barely log in on and when I do leaving comments, or writing new post is almost impossible. Rummer has it that Google is reducing its services in Iran (which is just the cherry on top of everything else)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is not the main reason though... my job load had increased 200% and my pay check got reduced by 50% which is just the way it is... hence, I am looking for a new job while trying to handle the situation at work.&lt;br /&gt;My thesis title got rejected again which sure means tons of new articles to be read again (have I mentioned that I have read 150 articles, 2 GigaBite information on my thesis so far?)&lt;br /&gt;My friends Thesis deadline is in one month and his thesis is a base for mine so we have to work together and the stress is .... ok its nearly nerve breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2745595649085129754?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2745595649085129754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2745595649085129754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2745595649085129754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2745595649085129754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-on-messy-life-on-mine.html' title='Update on the messy life on mine'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-206191579101557050</id><published>2008-11-17T09:42:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:46:19.136+03:30</updated><title type='text'>My thesis</title><content type='html'>The city I adore...&lt;br /&gt;And finally I am working on it...&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my life, I understand that nothing has ever meant more to me than it... It is part of who I am and part of whatever I will be...&lt;br /&gt;Generation after generation we lived on this land, held it dear to our heart and sacrificed for it and I guess now is the time I pay my dues to the city I love: Tehran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-206191579101557050?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/206191579101557050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=206191579101557050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/206191579101557050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/206191579101557050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-thesis.html' title='My thesis'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5539101428907932209</id><published>2008-10-26T12:45:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:57:46.176+03:30</updated><title type='text'>One Foot at a time... till I drawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had been a long and nasty journey without you... I came to understand that in a second you can turn to a pest in the eyes of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;"I like being a pest... it's better than being ignored" you mentioned one day and now...&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Life in Tehran is getting harder passing each minute:&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong. I am not about to complain. after all I chose to stay.&lt;br /&gt;And if it was not for the economic crisis, I would have been happy. However, when I get my relatively sufficient pay check and in 2 days, I am left pennyless!!!! life does not seem so bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5539101428907932209?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5539101428907932209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5539101428907932209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5539101428907932209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5539101428907932209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-foot-at-time-till-i-drawn.html' title='One Foot at a time... till I drawn'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7608153818160593428</id><published>2008-09-25T12:41:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:41:58.715+03:30</updated><title type='text'>To Sanaz</title><content type='html'>Missing home is hard... But there is a price to everything... to everyone. We have to make sacrifices in order to move on.Take the memories... hang on to them but still let the sunshine of future warm your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7608153818160593428?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7608153818160593428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7608153818160593428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7608153818160593428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7608153818160593428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-sanaz.html' title='To Sanaz'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6071843322576138583</id><published>2008-08-19T10:39:00.005+04:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:24:08.833+04:30</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm afraid that it might be true... that the world is about to face a crisis like it did in 20s... Almost everyone I know, everywhere has gone through some sort of economical chaos lately.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me frighten is: I absolutely find no hope in future. There had always been a glimpse of hope in my heart... a barely-there light which allowed me to cope with whatever nonsense that came my way... now that light has faded into darkness also.&lt;br /&gt;I look over my life and I see no thrill in living it: dull, dull existence of a black and bruised heart... How could that happen to me? Me, of all the people? Me, who had always been the smile in gray, gloomy days? Me, who had been the constant ball of energizer rays? Wasn't it supposed to happen when I would reach 40?&lt;br /&gt;However, now, in  the moment that I have ALMOST reached whatever goal I have planned to reach all my life, I feel NOTHING. I shrug: So what? What all the glories of a success magnifies in my life? What becomes of an overachiever?&lt;br /&gt;My mind just shrugs again: No emotion brings excitement... no realization of a dream shocks me... absolute indifference.&lt;br /&gt;I'm frightened: the indifference in me frightens me. The symptoms are there: I have stopped writing all together... no notepads on classes, no rush of words in a taxi, no sms blogs late in the night when I wake up and can not turn on the light, no twitters in crazy work times, no blog posts... no stories. NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;ans it scares me how easy it is to be forgotten... to be left out of life. How you can vanish mentally and go into a bubble that no one can break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-6071843322576138583?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6071843322576138583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=6071843322576138583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6071843322576138583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6071843322576138583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-you.html' title='A Letter to You'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7335717350372041216</id><published>2008-08-19T10:26:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:38:41.129+04:30</updated><title type='text'>A Foggy Morning Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/SKpjQel-ktI/AAAAAAAAAnU/BdwamaDKT9k/s1600-h/figgyfrostymorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/SKpjQel-ktI/AAAAAAAAAnU/BdwamaDKT9k/s400/figgyfrostymorning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236106651513033426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dreams had been there... dark in the abyss of night...&lt;br /&gt;And I was there... helpless and unable to reach beyond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7335717350372041216?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7335717350372041216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7335717350372041216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7335717350372041216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7335717350372041216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/08/foggy-morning-light.html' title='A Foggy Morning Light'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/SKpjQel-ktI/AAAAAAAAAnU/BdwamaDKT9k/s72-c/figgyfrostymorning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6554386621451172627</id><published>2008-07-12T13:47:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:48:33.626+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El is here... 7 years and 10 days...&lt;br /&gt;How could I survive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-6554386621451172627?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6554386621451172627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=6554386621451172627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6554386621451172627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6554386621451172627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5889576905139764617</id><published>2008-07-06T09:31:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T09:45:15.251+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Careless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/proshat/PhotosBy/photo#5072819536043634802"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 353px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/proshat/RmZGfbeK8HI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Cj1W0WflFs8/s800/Night%20Glassess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm careless,&lt;br /&gt;Careless with my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Careless with my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I risk my heart&lt;br /&gt;And gamble on my love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end,&lt;br /&gt;I never find an ace to hold...&lt;br /&gt;And Ace to keep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have is a dime to offer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5889576905139764617?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5889576905139764617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5889576905139764617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5889576905139764617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-mocXG00haamIyUsgu9qKQsk12gGvH.4-?cq=1"&gt; 360 blog &lt;/a&gt;mostly... the thoughts.. the vanishing moments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3475436892330067503?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3475436892330067503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3475436892330067503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3475436892330067503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3475436892330067503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/07/semi-poems-maybe.html' title='Semi Poems ----- Maybe'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7110954491624350781</id><published>2008-07-04T11:01:00.006+04:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:17:06.636+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>What Kind of a Student Am I?</title><content type='html'>I cannot sit motionless.&lt;br /&gt;I get bored easily and I stop listening.&lt;br /&gt;In the class I have my earphones on and I am listening to music while writing semi-poems in English mostly.&lt;br /&gt;I participate in lessons and drop answers while drawing on a pad.&lt;br /&gt;I barely can wait till the break.&lt;br /&gt;I like to 'MISS' classes occasionally and go somewhere and have fun instead.&lt;br /&gt;(Nope I do not use the word 'ditch'... I don't 'ditch' the class... I simply use my right not to go!)&lt;br /&gt;If the lesson is boring I do not hesitate to show it to my professor.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I can go on forever... but it's just enough for now. Just tell me why am I thinking about Ph.D?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7110954491624350781?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7110954491624350781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7110954491624350781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7110954491624350781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7110954491624350781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-kind-of-student-am-i.html' title='What Kind of a Student Am I?'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-3668124202090229791</id><published>2008-07-04T10:41:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:44:29.026+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Here I am!</title><content type='html'>After so long I could get into this!&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;I missed writting here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3668124202090229791?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3668124202090229791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3668124202090229791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3668124202090229791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3668124202090229791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am!'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6125629306633946204</id><published>2008-06-15T09:54:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:54:06.558+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Guestbook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/widgets/slidemap.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2666130979403861427&amp;amp;site=widget-b3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979403861427&amp;amp;map=5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/c1/2666130979403861427/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide11.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 378px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=fearogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px" height="39" src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; WIDTH: 353px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(33,129,218); TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=fearogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(33,129,218);font-size:15;" &gt;What Are You Afraid Of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 17px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;My Result: &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 17px; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: Arial" href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=fearogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:17;" &gt;not belonging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; WIDTH: 358px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(182,182,182) 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FLOAT: right; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 5px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=fearogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test!" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/fear/images/alienation_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever noticed that you're more concerned about whether others will love and care for you than many people around you are? Or do you sometimes worry more than you should about being unneeded, unimportant, or even ostracized by those around you? If so, you're not alone. There are many people who share your fear of not belonging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7230102152695138118?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7230102152695138118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7230102152695138118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7230102152695138118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7230102152695138118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-worst-fears.html' title='My Worst Fears'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-8255717217532488442</id><published>2008-04-20T09:31:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:35:48.810+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Love and Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; WIDTH: 378px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=loveogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px" height="39" src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; WIDTH: 353px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(33,129,218); TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=loveogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(33,129,218);font-size:15;" &gt;The Love Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 17px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;My Result: &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 17px; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: Arial" href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=loveogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:17;" &gt;Prized Partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; WIDTH: 358px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(182,182,182) 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FLOAT: right; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 5px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=loveogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test!" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/love/images/prized_partner_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You appreciate the finer things in life and tend to seek out others who share your refined tastes. High fashion, gourmet meals, luxurious getaways — these are the kinds of things that you enjoy. If you can experience them with a worldly, stylish mate, all the better. You are drawn to people who know how to take care of themselves and are hooked in socially. Whether you're out at a club or a restaurant opening, it's important to you to be part of the scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 358px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=loveogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(33,129,218);font-size:12;" &gt;http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=loveogt&amp;amp;c=50652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDg*OTgxNDA4MTImcD*1OTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.swf" width="0" height="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-8255717217532488442?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8255717217532488442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=8255717217532488442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8255717217532488442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8255717217532488442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-and-moi.html' title='Love and Moi'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7781209494174960421</id><published>2008-04-17T20:46:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:46:34.488+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and Moi</title><content type='html'>	&lt;div style="border-width:1px; border-style:solid; border-color:rgb(0,0,0); background-color:rgb(255,255,255);padding:0px;width:378px;margin-top:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=harrycharacterogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" height="39" border="0" style="margin-top:0px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:353px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=harrycharacterogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;Which &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/i&gt; Character Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px 0px;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=harrycharacterogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;Ginny Weasley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:358px;padding:0px 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom-width:1px; border-bottom-style:solid; border-bottom-color:rgb(182,182,182);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=harrycharacterogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/harrycharacter/images/ginny_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You rarely need Polyjuice potion because you're usually happy just being you! While you might not make the biggest splash or cause drama, you slowly and steadily win over lots of people who think you're pretty darn wonderful. While you can be a little shy and self-conscious at times (especially around a crush), you're probably considered to be a BFF by more than just one person. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, your talents aren't just the magic kind. You're also kind and smart and just great to be around. Looks like you'll have a very charmed life indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:358px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=harrycharacterogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=harrycharacterogt&amp;c=50652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="0" width="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDg*NDg5NDM1ODMmcD*1OTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.swf" flashvars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7781209494174960421?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7781209494174960421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7781209494174960421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7781209494174960421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7781209494174960421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/04/harry-potter-and-moi.html' title='Harry Potter and Moi'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7262349757514692052</id><published>2008-04-01T10:43:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:56:18.561+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>April's Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, 13th of Farvardin (first month of Iranian Calender), is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'SizdeBeDar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;13 to be gone&lt;/em&gt;) A day Iranian celebrate the end of Norooz Holiday &amp;amp; get back to work the day after. In this day, Iranian reconnect with nature. They go out on picnics &amp;amp; have some special dishes made &amp;amp; do some dancing, eat nuts &amp;amp; they wish for the best by knotting 'Sabze' (Young growing wheat stems in green).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another custom is to tell a lie the way that no one notice... You call it April Joke. We call it: Doroogh e Sizdah. (13's lie).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I made a little game today. I started calling my gang, pretending that I can not hear their voice on the cell, or the voice was too low: they shouted, screamed, &amp;amp; when they were just trying to make me hear them I told them to call me back &amp;amp; cut the conversation. When they called, I told them : April Fool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was fun but I believe I must not show up for the upcoming birthday of my friend! Too many furious guys &amp;amp; no help would be way too dangerous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7262349757514692052?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7262349757514692052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7262349757514692052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7262349757514692052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7262349757514692052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/04/aprils-fool.html' title='April&apos;s Fool'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-1208905266373714631</id><published>2008-03-17T08:41:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:21:17.850+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The City I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's spring here... walking with the green steps of the leaves. There are times that I truely understand why I love this town...:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The hectic rush before the New Year's onset, the smell of Daffodils, the pure blue sky, the wind, the stars at night so close you can reach out &amp;amp; touch... I Love Tehran!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NoRooz, as we call our new year, is just around a corner &amp;amp; once in a while it slides it's head, a takes a glance at us... Everything is in motion... people, shopping, laughing, running, strolling, cleaning... birds flying, winds blowing.... You can not sit aside &amp;amp; not be in the waves... they overcome your wish to stand still &amp;amp; move you forward...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-1208905266373714631?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1208905266373714631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=1208905266373714631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/1208905266373714631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/1208905266373714631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/03/city-i-love.html' title='The City I Love'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-4780459704867938955</id><published>2008-03-09T13:35:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:09:05.049+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Left-hand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of our little joys of the life, aka pass time, is getting up dressed &amp;amp; have a night out in a fancy restaurant: imagine 5 girls, dressed up &amp;amp; made up, shouting &amp;amp; making a mess in a 5 star hotel. Most of the time the butlers have wild guesses that we are bunch of drunks... which we absolutely are... we get high on each other presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow what I wanted to say is not about that. It is more about an incident that happened in one of these posh hang outs of ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are, of course, very well aware that when the table is set the glass is either set up the plate to the right or beside the plate to the right. also, I'm sure you are perfectly acquainted with the fact that the cutlery should be held by the right hand. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not unfortunately a total lefties... but I use both hands to do things: I sew with my left hand, &amp;amp; I write with my right. I take the glass &amp;amp; the knife by my left!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now you have all the elements to my story: A posh restaurant, a semi-lefties, &amp;amp; a butler of high elegance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our table was set when we arrived... &amp;amp; I was accompanied by a nice elderly gentleman who happened to be my guest. We sat &amp;amp; the first thing I did was as always change the place of the glass. The butler came a while later &amp;amp; changed the position of my glass thinking that I have done it ignorantly. &amp;amp; as I have had orderd Steak he put the knife down on the right side. I, once agian, changed the position of the glass, had it filled &amp;amp; subtly while speaking in muttered hush voice changed the position of my knife. This time the old butler got totally out of hand. He leaned over &amp;amp; thinking that I probably did not know the rules, whispered that I should leave the glass at its place on the right. "I'm a left-hand." I explained. He looked at me strange &amp;amp; said: "so? you must keep the glass on the right...!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- no I use my left hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He just nodded his head like I was some wierdo &amp;amp; left. The next time he came by I was cutting my food with my left hand. I swear he choked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was nice that it seemed that he have not met someone like me. Laters that eve, my company told me that he knew a lot of left-hands who used the right hand styles in eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I wonder, do you use your left hand while on table for food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-4780459704867938955?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4780459704867938955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=4780459704867938955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4780459704867938955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4780459704867938955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-you-left-hand.html' title='Are You a Left-hand?'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6225568187634037357</id><published>2008-02-14T18:47:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:54:09.440+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine… such a world for a hermit like me… well, I feel totally out of place right now… Totally out of picture.  It's like I had been left out of a great secret… a wisdom come to those who practice… you know.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to buy a gift… I'm of those people who never left the presents for last minute since I hate buying things in a rush &amp;amp; when it's so crowded you can not see what you are buying; anyhow, due to financial crisis, this particular gift was left to be bought by toady… yeah, yeah, back to the main story: I went to haunt for the gift &amp;amp; everywhere I stepped foot on there were young girls &amp;amp; boys buying, laughing, cheering for a day that is not ours. It was sad… how they related to it &amp;amp; how I did not….&lt;br /&gt;In the wrapping shop, (there is one particular shop I frequent in Mirza-Shirazi Ave. who has excellent wrapping material &amp;amp; a nice, tasteful lady… the name? oh, Golden Card "Karte-Talaeeii") there were too many, too many young faces just examining the boxes &amp;amp; wraps &amp;amp; all… I felt sort of out of place… like an ugly-ducky-duck in a spring of beautiful swans. I shyly asked the shopping girl for wrapping assistance &amp;amp; she asked is this your first? I had to stop myself from laughing… I am yet to have a real valentine.&lt;br /&gt;It is not hard to see that I am beyond the age to care for romance: romance is more of a fiction to me than something tangible &amp;amp; real. It is only in fairy tales that lovers live happily ever after, that lovers are prefect matches. It would be great lie to believe that love… the kind of love I'm dreaming of would ever find its way out of my dreams into reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-6225568187634037357?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6225568187634037357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=6225568187634037357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6225568187634037357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6225568187634037357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-such-world-for-hermit-like-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5860715192191650303</id><published>2008-01-14T08:41:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:23:34.368+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>It's Freezing... but We got used to it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm still shocked that we survived... I mean honestly for more than a week the country went into a hibernation... people barely got out of the house &amp;amp; the fuel problem was threatening a lot of lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are still in a mess regarding the gas providence. Some areas of the country have no heating system except for wood while the temperature is around -30 C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week, the governmental organizations, Schools, Universities &amp;amp; a lot of factories had been made "closed" to save fuel for other parts of the country. In my company the heating system is off during non-work hours &amp;amp; it is barely on (2 hours on top) during work hours. It means that right now I am working in the office &amp;amp; the temperature is: 12 C. We can not serve hot plate food &amp;amp; well, it's almost the same in every other governmental companies. (Though I must say that the temperature in managerial office is 22 which is not surprising at all).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, We are surviving.... rather than everything else. I sleep with a warm bag in my bed every night since My dad, a very caring &amp;amp; philanthropic person, had turned the house heating system to lower temperature, 19 C to help saving the gas for those in need. (He made us wear a lot of clothes &amp;amp; said that he would be ashamed if we could not tolerate coldness while people are on the verge of losing lives).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We survived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5860715192191650303?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5860715192191650303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5860715192191650303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5860715192191650303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5860715192191650303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-freezing-but-we-got-used-to-it.html' title='It&apos;s Freezing... but We got used to it!'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-9184678297236072961</id><published>2008-01-09T10:52:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:59:40.581+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Freezinggggggggg</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a post which got vanished! Anyhow, We're freezing... Gonna write more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-9184678297236072961?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/9184678297236072961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=9184678297236072961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/9184678297236072961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/9184678297236072961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/01/freezinggggggggg.html' title='Freezinggggggggg'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-1752164466215059556</id><published>2008-01-06T10:46:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:48:55.515+03:30</updated><title type='text'>ARoS Aarhus Kunstmuseum to host Shirin Neshat ~ 'Women Without Men'</title><content type='html'>If you happened to be in Denmark, It would worth a visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-1752164466215059556?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.artknowledgenews.com/Shirin_Neshat.html' title='ARoS Aarhus Kunstmuseum to host Shirin Neshat ~ &apos;Women Without Men&apos;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1752164466215059556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=1752164466215059556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/1752164466215059556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/1752164466215059556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/01/aros-aarhus-kunstmuseum-to-host-shirin.html' title='ARoS Aarhus Kunstmuseum to host Shirin Neshat ~ &apos;Women Without Men&apos;'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5256790863094584021</id><published>2007-12-25T10:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:07:27.743+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Here!</title><content type='html'>Well, It's been so long that I have not written anything here... I wish I did but I was not in the mood... It's Christmas... It's gonna be my birthday soon &amp;amp; I'm just not feeling it!&lt;br /&gt;What I feel is cold &amp;amp; lonesome... I feel like everyone is claimimg my time on these very special days...&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow! That's just me being nasty &amp;amp; b!chy about my upcoming birthday... We have a lot of guests this weekend &amp;amp; then I will be out everynight for at least the fortnight to come! Way to be left alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5256790863094584021?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5256790863094584021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5256790863094584021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5256790863094584021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5256790863094584021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-here.html' title='Christmas Here!'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-833842981954685202</id><published>2007-11-03T09:49:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:16:15.992+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Day-to-Day Survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a long time since I have written anything here... I guess it's more or less because I write in my other blogs... mainly short texts, but still, I feel bad for neglecting my first &amp;amp; foremost blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My daily life has turned into a very boring rutine: I wake up at 6:30, do the morning rituals of shower, make-up, breakfast &amp;amp; I'm present at work or in school by 8! Do the same old, same old &amp;amp; have lunch at 12! Then I swich to the other: if I had been at work in the morning, I go to school, if I had been in school, I go back to work... I would stay till 6:30 in the evening... same old, same old... then depending on my schdual I do something different &amp;amp; then I get home by 9 &amp;amp; I talk on phone till 10! &amp;amp; I study a bit &amp;amp; then sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each Sunday, I go to my conversation class, once a week I go to the movies usually on Saturdays, I go on jogging sessions 3 times a week &amp;amp; most weekends (Thursdays &amp;amp; Fridays) we have guests....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From outside: it looks like a busy, tight, exciting plan.... from my point of view: day-to-day survival...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I plan on taking Italian classes soon... &amp;amp; start going to gym, if I find a good one. That might help to get me unloaded... If only I could wake up sooner then I might have actaully made it to the exercise session in the park near us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-833842981954685202?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/833842981954685202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=833842981954685202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/833842981954685202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/833842981954685202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-to-day-survival.html' title='Day-to-Day Survival'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2583154681210660428</id><published>2007-09-23T16:27:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:48:57.306+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><title type='text'>The Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"&gt;I always loved the autumn… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"&gt;it kind of gives me the feeling of change; you know… every thing speed up a bit. Life gets higher, faster &amp;amp; more tangible. It seems that out in the street you can touch life, you know; it's there with the kids throwing their bags over their shoulders, moms putting snacks in it, dads crossing them over the street….&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"&gt;Anyways, today is the first day of autumn here… &amp;amp; I kinda like walking in the street &amp;amp; get high on the buzz intoxicating me from every corner. It's like suddenly the city has woken up, like the dragging of summer is at last finished. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2583154681210660428?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2583154681210660428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2583154681210660428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2583154681210660428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2583154681210660428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn.html' title='The Autumn'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-1171924911821738751</id><published>2007-09-19T13:23:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:31:33.443+03:30</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday reading:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Seems I'm getting into these funny things for now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon's phase on the day you wereborn was waning crescent.&lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Tree, the Love&lt;br /&gt;Of slight build, lots of charm, appeal and attraction, pleasant aura, flirtatious, adventurous, sensitive, always in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, scientific talents, lives for today, a carefree philosopher with imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthstone is Blue Zircon&lt;br /&gt;  The Mystical properties of Blue Zircon&lt;br /&gt;Zircon helps one be more at peace with oneself. Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)&lt;br /&gt;Blue Topaz, Ruby, Lapis Lazuli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky day is Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky number is 8.&lt;br /&gt;Your ruling planet(s) is Saturn &amp;amp; Uranus.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky dates are 8th, 17th, 26th.&lt;br /&gt;Your opposition sign is Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Your opposition number(s) is 2 &amp;amp; 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Native American Zodiac sign is Goose; your plant is Bramble.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Egyptian month of Famenoth, the third month of the season of Poret (Emergence - Fertile soil).&lt;br /&gt;Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 24 Tevet 5741.Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 25 Tevet 5741.&lt;br /&gt;The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.18.7.10.0 which is12 baktun 18 katun 7 tun 10 uinal 0 kin&lt;br /&gt;The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Wednsday, 23 Safar 1401 (1401-2-23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2444604.5.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;golden&lt;/a&gt; number for 1980 is 5.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;epact&lt;/a&gt; number for 1980 is 13.The year 1980 was a leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a Wednesday under the astrological sign Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is &lt;a href="http://www.astrology-numerology.com/num-lifepath.html#lp7" target="_blank"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Life Path Compatibility:You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 5 &amp;amp; 7.&lt;br /&gt;You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 4 &amp;amp; 22.&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not get along well with those with the Life Path number 9.&lt;br /&gt;You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 3, 6, 8 &amp;amp; 11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-1171924911821738751?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1171924911821738751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=1171924911821738751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/1171924911821738751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/1171924911821738751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-birthday-reading.html' title='My Birthday reading:'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-925160220157192991</id><published>2007-09-19T12:33:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:15:17.972+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moi'/><title type='text'>What Does My Name Mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Thanks to: &lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/NameData.asp"&gt;http://www.paulsadowski.com/NameData.asp&lt;/a&gt; &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;There are 16 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 16 letters total to 77&lt;br /&gt;There are 8 vowels and 8 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What your first name means:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Teutonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Famous in war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Renowned warrior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2.25pt; PADDING-LEFT: 2.25pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2.25pt; PADDING-TOP: 2.25pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Feminine form of Louis: Famous warrior. Renowned fighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;Your number is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; 5 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;The characteristics of #5 are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Expansiveness, visionary, adventure, the constructive use of freedom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;The expression or destiny for #5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 5 Expression endows with the wonderful characteristic of multi-talents and versatility. You can do so many things well. The tone of the number 5 is constructive freedom, and in your drive to attain this freedom, you will likely be the master of adaptability and change. You are good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what you want. Naturally, this gives you an edge in any sort of selling game and spells easy success when it comes to working with people in most jobs. Your popularity may lead you toward some form of entertainment or amusement. Whatever you do, you are clever, analytical, and a very quick thinker. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;If there is too much of the 5 energy in your makeup, you may express some the negative attitudes of the number. Your restless and impatient attitude may keep you from staying with any project for too long. Sometimes you can be rather erratic and scatter yourself and your energies. You have a hard time keeping regular office hours and maintaining any sort of a routine. You tend to react strongly if you sense that your freedom of speech or action is being impaired or restricted in any way. As clever as you are, you may have a tendency to make the same mistakes over and over again because much of your response is glib reaction rather that thoughtful application. You are in a continuous state of flux brought by constantly changing interests. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; 8 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;A Soul Urge number of 8 means: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an 8 soul urge, you have a natural flair for big business and the challenges imposed by the commercial world. Power, status and success are very important to you. You have strong urges to supervise, organize and lead. Material desires are also very pronounced. You have good executive abilities, and with these, confidence, energy and ambition. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Your mind is analytical and judgment sound; you're a good judge of material values and also human character. Self-controlled, you rarely let emotions cloud judgment. You are somewhat of an organizer at heart, and you like to keep those beneath you organized and on a proper track. This is a personality that wants to lead, not follow. You want to be known for your planning ability and solid judgment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;The negative aspects of the 8 soul urge are the often dominating and exacting attitude. You may have a tendency to be very rigid, sometimes stubborn. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; 6 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;An Inner Dream number of 6 means: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of guiding and fostering the perfect family in the perfect home. You crave the devotion from offspring and a loving spouse. You picture yourself in the center of a successful domestic unit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-925160220157192991?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/925160220157192991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=925160220157192991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/925160220157192991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/925160220157192991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-does-my-name-mean.html' title='What Does My Name Mean?'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-935049646814355886</id><published>2007-08-28T11:48:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:52:51.415+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Embrassed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How Addicted Are You to Blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 17px; FONT-SIZE: 30px; BACKGROUND: url(http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_addiction/badge.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 334px; COLOR: #d64b32; PADDING-TOP: 50px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mingle2.com/blog-addiction"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;84% &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a style="COLOR: #ccc" href="http://mingle2.com/"&gt;Dating Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-addiction"&gt;Wana find your addictation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-935049646814355886?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mingle2.com/blog-addiction' title='Embrassed!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/935049646814355886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=935049646814355886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/935049646814355886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/935049646814355886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/embrassed.html' title='Embrassed!'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2227912369021062361</id><published>2007-08-18T15:26:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:34:04.498+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Hoder &amp; Persian Bloggers...</title><content type='html'>You might not know Hossein Derakhshan but I'm sure if your an Iranian blog fan, you have heard of the blog : &lt;a href="http://hoder.com/"&gt;Editor:Myself&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hoder is the first Iranian Blogger &amp; he is the one who started leting us know what privilages we might have using a new feature of communication.&lt;br /&gt;Though I might personally not agree with some of his ideas, when I heard that his blog is being blocked by his ISP under the pressure, I felt I had to take part in letting people know how we feel about him.&lt;br /&gt;He might not be very popular but HE is the person we owe a lot of things to. &amp;amp; HE has the RIGHT to speak his mind, even if we do not like him to do so. :D&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is that please sign &lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/hoder/"&gt;this petition &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; let people know how you support a member of our virtual society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2227912369021062361?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.petitiononline.com/hoder/' title='Hoder &amp; Persian Bloggers...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2227912369021062361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2227912369021062361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2227912369021062361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2227912369021062361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/hoder-persian-bloggers.html' title='Hoder &amp; Persian Bloggers...'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-3013519861969235193</id><published>2007-08-14T09:40:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:53:34.392+03:30</updated><title type='text'>French First Lady...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's this with people &amp; expecting her to live up to a role model, always be there for her husband &amp;amp; doing what she herself claims would "bore" her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is a woman, she has the right to step up for herself &amp; does what she thinks is right, like what she did in Libia.... She is not a doll, a mute companian, a jewel to be showed off by her husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is blamed that she does not support her husband, tell me if I am wrong, but how on earth do we know Sarkozys to be judgeing them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's time we back off &amp;amp; consider the classic role of a married woman... she is an individual not a companian. She is capabale of having her own schdual which may or may not revolve around her 'successful' husband's life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To me, Cécilia Sarkozy is a pretty interesting woman... she is standing up against the cliche'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/14/world/europe/14sarkozy.html?ex=1344744000&amp;amp;en=0ac1651cd78a77d1&amp;ei=5124&amp;amp;partner=permalink&amp;amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;NY Times &lt;/a&gt;can stop fretting... A lot of people actually like Cécilia Sarkozy's attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3013519861969235193?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/14/world/europe/14sarkozy.html?ex=1344744000&amp;en=0ac1651cd78a77d1&amp;ei=5124&amp;partner=permalink&amp;exprod=permalink' title='French First Lady...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3013519861969235193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3013519861969235193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3013519861969235193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3013519861969235193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/french-first-lady.html' title='French First Lady...'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-36617898578563533</id><published>2007-08-12T13:48:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:54:08.669+03:30</updated><title type='text'>BLOG DAY 2007 on August 31...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well... I haven't been here for a while now but something grabbed my attention in &lt;a href="http://www.1pezeshk.com/"&gt;Dr. Majidi's &lt;/a&gt;blog.... It's blogday time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, here I am &amp; I think about the blogs I wanna write about....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would like to write about Dear Lynne, Dear Magical Droplets, Cesar of Pentra, Sunnaz &amp;amp; my Grandpa's old blog... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogday.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="130" alt="Blog Day 2007" src="http://www.blogday.org/images/badge_green.gif" width="155" /&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/5324222-36617898578563533?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/36617898578563533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=36617898578563533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/36617898578563533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/36617898578563533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-day-2007-on-august-31.html' title='BLOG DAY 2007 on August 31...'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-487676584704372862</id><published>2007-07-20T17:30:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-20T17:34:38.709+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Past Life?</title><content type='html'>Loved the &lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/"&gt;link...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it...&lt;br /&gt;You may figure out something...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your past life diagnosis: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Austria around the year 725. Your profession was that of a dramatist, director, musician or bard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brief psychological profile in your past life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You always liked to travel and to investigate. You could have been a detective or a spy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your lesson is to conquer jealousy and anger in yourself and then in those who will select you as their guide. You should understand that these weaknesses are caused by fear and self-regret.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-487676584704372862?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/487676584704372862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=487676584704372862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/487676584704372862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/487676584704372862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/past-life.html' title='Past Life?'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7275758543629334843</id><published>2007-07-20T14:35:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:38:16.918+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The American Physics Team in Iran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, my God! Just check &lt;a href="http://aapt-physicsteachers-aapt.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html"&gt;this link &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; You'll figure out what I'm talking about... It was so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7275758543629334843?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://aapt-physicsteachers-aapt.blogspot.com' title='The American Physics Team in Iran'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7275758543629334843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7275758543629334843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7275758543629334843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7275758543629334843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/american-physics-team-in-iran.html' title='The American Physics Team in Iran'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2814004417766936791</id><published>2007-07-20T13:51:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:56:36.715+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Your makeup must-have is Mascara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/makeupmusthave/index.jsp?testname=makeupmusthaveogt&amp;amp;resultid=B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test at Tickle" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/makeupmusthave/images/mascara_s.gif" width="120" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wink wink! Sophisticated and chic, it's no surprise your makeup essential is a total classic. While you can be counted on to bring the style wherever you go, you're also not the sort to follow every silly fashion craze to hit the streets. Instead, you manage to hit the perfect note each time, whether you're buttoning up or letting your hair down.Tasteful and level-headed, it's no surprise others head your direction for fashion advice. After all, while you can sometimes err on the side of caution, you've always got the right look for the right time and the right place. Way to stay in mode! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2814004417766936791?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2814004417766936791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2814004417766936791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2814004417766936791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2814004417766936791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-makeup-must-have-is-mascara.html' title='Your makeup must-have is Mascara'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5480650241512383967</id><published>2007-07-17T08:53:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:58:26.624+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm... Nice to Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/alqaida/story/0,,2127203,00.html?gusrc=rss&amp;feed=networkfront"&gt;Ossama Bin Laden Son is Married to a British Woman...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, My, My... I got a good kick out of the story... hope u like it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5480650241512383967?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5480650241512383967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5480650241512383967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5480650241512383967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5480650241512383967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmmm-nice-to-know.html' title='Hmmm... Nice to Know...'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6140663336419333751</id><published>2007-07-16T11:48:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:53:44.085+03:30</updated><title type='text'>WOW! Check this out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;... Just pick what first comes to your mind... &amp;amp; pick the pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-6140663336419333751?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6140663336419333751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=6140663336419333751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6140663336419333751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6140663336419333751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-check-this-out.html' title='WOW! Check this out...'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6811290097597557926</id><published>2007-07-14T17:35:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T08:52:11.383+03:30</updated><title type='text'>My Horoscope for Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Sorry I could not resist: :D&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 35.15pt; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-margin-top-alt: 0cm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;Some things you do for money, some things you do for love, and some things you do just to piss people off -- that's your personal favorite motivation&lt;u&gt;, and you're damn good at it!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 35.25pt; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-6811290097597557926?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6811290097597557926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=6811290097597557926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6811290097597557926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6811290097597557926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-horoscope-for-sunday.html' title='My Horoscope for Sunday!'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6865806659931515690</id><published>2007-07-03T10:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:48:52.860+03:30</updated><title type='text'>BookCity &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do I love buying books in &lt;a href="http://www.bookcityonline.com/"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe because I have a knack of buying books? Or maybe because I love to stop by &amp; and watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I go there, put my HUGE bag on a chair &amp;amp; leave all my stuff there &amp; then I go browsing the books... I pick some up, order a cup of tea &amp;amp; I start reading... then I choose the next one &amp; the next one.. &amp;amp; the next one.... while I sip my tea &amp; marvel the taste &amp;amp; the smell &amp; get lost in the book, others come &amp;amp; go &amp; no one person even bothers me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I pack the books, go to seller who knows me too well, sometimes the guides there just hand me the 'thing' I'm looking for or they recommand even not buy a book or they offer me to read the whole book there, listen to the whole CD &amp;amp; just plain not to buy them. Anyways, I go to the bookseller, I ask him to wrap the books for me &amp; I pay with my card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always forget to deliver the note of purchase at the door &amp;amp; they always let me slide on that &amp; then when I get out I see that I have lost like one third of my salary &amp;amp; still I feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although, it's a superstore where usually you dont expect to be treated on a personal level, I always find it surprisingly customized to my taste. I'm treated like a special customer &amp; they offer personilized help, it is amazing how the know when I had enough &amp;amp; when to stop... that's a big problem of mine... I hate other places just becuase they seem to push you to buy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I plain love the place. I might take pictures next time &amp;amp; share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-6865806659931515690?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6865806659931515690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=6865806659931515690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6865806659931515690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6865806659931515690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/bookcity-i.html' title='BookCity &amp; I'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-4766730541198419844</id><published>2007-07-01T10:21:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:42.746+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Smoke Ban!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RodSYTGwCtI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Lq0s0R8CwEo/s1600-h/moblog_3426011d50349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082121281909820114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RodSYTGwCtI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Lq0s0R8CwEo/s400/moblog_3426011d50349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish we had &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/6256628.stm"&gt;the same thing &lt;/a&gt;here... I could shoot some dear friends for a reason then!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RodSYTGwCuI/AAAAAAAAAac/R9pBBLXXxNw/s1600-h/7bd970eec3d906cb2a53bbbb45229847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082121281909820130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RodSYTGwCuI/AAAAAAAAAac/R9pBBLXXxNw/s400/7bd970eec3d906cb2a53bbbb45229847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ps: Actually we do have the same thing, BUT no one even cares about it. People smoke during work hours in the stairs (we have no smoking area), they smoke in the cafes &amp; as a very outgoing person that makes HUGE problems for me &amp;amp; the funnier point is that a smoker told me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You could stop coming to the cafe if you dont like smoke'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-4766730541198419844?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4766730541198419844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=4766730541198419844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4766730541198419844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4766730541198419844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/smoke-ban.html' title='Smoke Ban!'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RodSYTGwCtI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Lq0s0R8CwEo/s72-c/moblog_3426011d50349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-4390810859834552906</id><published>2007-06-29T16:48:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:51:43.549+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Colors On Tickle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/lovecolor/index.jsp?testname=lovecolorogt&amp;amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test at Tickle" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/lovecolor/images/witty_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're in a crowd of people or one-on-one, you can be the life of the party. In fact, dazzling people with your snappy repartee is likely a favorite pastime of yours. Your clever, observant nature can make you a real ace when it comes to picking up on life's humorous details. You're also one who doesn't typically shy away from being the center of attention. As a result, in the right mood, you're the type who will actually seek out the spotlight. Whether you're keeping friends in stitches during a night on the town, or telling jokes to that special stranger you just met, you seem to have a talent for making people laugh. This irreverence and love of fun can draw others to you and make you a prized partner. However, for witty types like you it's important to both know your audience and know when to quit. Some of your opinions and the dark things that you find amusing may not sit so well with everyone.When it comes to relationships, you may prefer to focus on fun times, excitement, and the physical high of sex, rather than becoming overly involved in a deep emotional connection with your partner. If you find that this is indeed your predisposition, make it known. It's important to be open and forthcoming from the beginning. That way the two of you can stay on the same page when it comes to relationship priorities. By seeking out a person who'll be sexually and emotionally compatible with you from the start, you can help avert heartache later on.You have a more passionate nature than most. Ultimately, you're one to believe that love is all enduring and that true love will weather the storm. At times, this emotional fire may get away from you, causing you to do or say things that you may later regret. As a result, types like you will tend to flourish most with a partner who doesn't take these mood shifts to heart. By understanding and accepting you during your darker moments, your mate can also be there to enjoy you at your most high. Indeed you can be a very exciting person to be with. Just try not to take your behavior to extremes or your romantic partner's acceptance for granted. Everyone wants to feel cared for and valued.In or out of relationships, you are a pretty easygoing person who can usually accept criticism with a grain of salt. So if a lover, friend, or colleague were to offer you some constructive feedback, you probably wouldn't take it personally. However, that doesn't mean their words would fall on deaf ears. In fact, you're the kind of person who's likely to make yourself a better person by incorporating their ideas. This trait can make you a joy to know, particularly in the context of a romantic relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-4390810859834552906?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4390810859834552906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=4390810859834552906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4390810859834552906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4390810859834552906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-colors-on-tickle.html' title='Love Colors On Tickle'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5842856985765864166</id><published>2007-06-20T08:51:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:32:49.462+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Been Tagged By Magical Droplets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;1. Last movie you saw in a theater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music &amp; Lyrics (Ok I know... It was the 100th time! But What Can I Do? It's Hugh Grant dude!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51mgOeFf5uL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand" height="373" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51mgOeFf5uL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;2. What book are you reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Shame... I'm not reading much recently! Ok... I read some short stories by J.D. Salinger &amp; "Louise Amour" by Boben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;3. Favorite board game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chess... hmm... I kinda feel like playing it right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;4.Favorite magazine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be NewsWeek... no Finantial times (hey does that even count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;5. Favorite smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of snow... what? I love snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;6. Favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Ghorme Sabzi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;7. Favorite sound?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain hitting the window while I listen to light music &amp; sip my tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;8. Worst feeling in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you think you're doing someone's a favor &amp;amp; it turns out that you have been hurting them all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;9. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about another 5 minutes? I can't let my pillow be without me... that's cruel to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;10. Favorite fast food place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pizzaraz.com/i"&gt;Raz Pizza &lt;/a&gt;in Tehran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;11. Future child’s name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy's Name: Nastihan, Givmart, Girl: Proshat (hey.. u know that it's a nick name right?), Parnian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;12. Finish this statement. If I had a lot of money:....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think that would change a lot about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;13. Do you drive fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast? Who? Me? NOOOO! You dont call 150 km/h fast, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;14. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... a dog named 'Stupid', a Bear called 'Blue Berry', A Cat called 'Piiiiishiiiii'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;15. Storms cool or scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;16. What was your first car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;206... but well I dont drive much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;17. Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca Light. Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;18. Finish this statement, “If I had the time I would…”:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have had more fun! (not that I dont have fun at all... poor me! I'm only out 5 nights a week... that's not too much is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;19. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... ok... let's see... I'm the health food expert... BUT that does not mean I enjoy eating the health food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;20. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather have shades... like now... my hair has this unusual charecter about it that the color changes with the angel of sunlight. I have my hair highlighted a shade lighter but it's totally natural color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;21. Name all the different cities/ towns you have lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEHRAN... Damn I love the city too well, to even start living soemwhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;22. Half empty or half full?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;23. Favorite sports to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOTBALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;25. Morning person, or night owl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning?!!!! My brain does not function before noon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;26. Over easy, or sunny side-up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to answer that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;27. Favorite place to relax?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BED! Hmmm... ok my old bedroom! I loved the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;28. Favorite pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ApplePie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I tag &lt;a href="http://sunnaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunnaz,&lt;/a&gt; Lynne &amp;amp; Geominer to play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5842856985765864166?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5842856985765864166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5842856985765864166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5842856985765864166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5842856985765864166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-tagged-by-magical-droplets.html' title='Been Tagged By Magical Droplets'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7404132117830759146</id><published>2007-06-19T09:18:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:43.017+03:30</updated><title type='text'>I Found MY Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just don't believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=10247630508232802099"&gt;here she is&lt;/a&gt;... a friend from my elementary school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YUUUUHOOOOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/Rndwup1gByI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Xp-LodCaTTU/s1600-h/img00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077651051690067746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/Rndwup1gByI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Xp-LodCaTTU/s400/img00177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7404132117830759146?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7404132117830759146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7404132117830759146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7404132117830759146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7404132117830759146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-found-my-friend.html' title='I Found MY Friend!'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/Rndwup1gByI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Xp-LodCaTTU/s72-c/img00177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-3504685279087807298</id><published>2007-06-16T21:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:01:25.270+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Hey I Thought I was BLUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Color is Yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnercolorquiz/yellow.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Personality: Life's too short not to have fun. Your bright energy brings joy and laughter to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You in Love: A total flirt, you need a lot of freedom to play. But you'll be loyal to that one person who makes you feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Career: You love variety in a job, and you probably won't stick with one career. You would make a great professor, writer, or actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3504685279087807298?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3504685279087807298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3504685279087807298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3504685279087807298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3504685279087807298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-i-thought-i-was-blue.html' title='Hey I Thought I was BLUE'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2359146120201965175</id><published>2007-06-16T17:14:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:15:06.084+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><title type='text'>More on Se6ual Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Last Thursday when my friend, &lt;a href="http://www.sunnaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunnaz&lt;/a&gt;, &amp; I were riding home a debate started on what we really act toward se6ual relationships. We started talking about an engaged friend of ours &amp;amp; whether we think 'she' is still a vir8in or not, or even she had come close to having a se6ual affair with her 'fiancé'. Not that we are nosy, well, I admit I am a bit, however, the question was more of a general one… whether a modern girl in Iran understands the significance of trying even a subtle physical relationship before taking a huge step towards an enormous commitment? Then on Friday, I went for a visit to another friend's. &amp; she was so troubled &amp;amp; so unsure of herself, just trying to get hitched &amp; satisfy her natural needs… &amp;amp; my heart broke at the sight before me… a very fair &amp; intelligent young lady swimming in the abyss of depression just because she was denied of her rights… more by herself &amp;amp; her self-imposed limits than anything else. &amp; I suddenly shivered 'cuz I could see myself heading toward where she is now in 5 years!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;How do we, as somewhat intellectual women, really feel &amp; think about se6ual affairs? Do we really think it is necessary to have physical intimacy in a relationship? What do we need &amp;amp; how important it is to please them?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;So let's take the debate to a more personal level. Both, &lt;a href="http://www.sunnaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;my friend&lt;/a&gt; &amp; I had been brought up in a rather open-minded family where se6uality &amp;amp; male-female relations had never been an issue. We were taught that we are a person before being a girl, that we have the same right as the boys. Se6 was never the issue of discussion though. Most of my own se6ual education comes from the books that were provided for us… lying around so we could pick them up &amp; read. That's were most of my other basic knowledge got formed, but well, that's another story. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;We like to think ourselves as a modern frameless spirits, yet even in our limitlessness, I don't consider myself as courageous to perform "taboo" tasks!  I mean yeah, I for sure have broken some rules but then again, they never went beyond a boundary. This has been the same for the issue of physical intimacy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I'm a vir8in &amp; I'm happy to keep it that way… Well, at least till I find the one person committed in a relationship. Once in my life I had a boyfriend. He was not mature enough to even be the start of a se6ual relationship by any means; sure there had been kisses &amp; hugs but that never led to anywhere but me hating him even more. It's not that I don't like physical attention, visa versa, I'm the touchy-feely one; but I felt dirty about it! I felt used because I did not love him… &amp; I felt it was not right…. So there I was trying to clear my morals for myself with no success.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;While talking to &lt;a href="http://www.sunnaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunnaz&lt;/a&gt; though, I had an intuition: I was going to try a physical relationship. I'm not ready to lose vir8inty yet, but hell, what's wrong with a little fun? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;It was funny; tow grown-ups talking about se6 like it's some kind of taboo with a hushed voice &amp; nervous laughter. I started to grow more confident as we spoke though. I thought to myself if I can theorize about right of free-se6, then for sure I could practice it. We could practice it. She might get out of this God-forsaken town &amp;amp; I want her to try intimacy with a guy, try having a physical relation with someone. She deserves to set free &amp;amp; have fun &amp; have experiences she could not have here. I encourage her to go wild &amp;amp; enjoy her life! She said something that I keep thinking about: "I don't want to get married, just because I want to get laid!" &amp; we're both not ready for any commitment…. Why should we think that marriage is the only way of….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Damn… I know I'm all talks &amp; when it comes to practice, I rather sit aside &amp;amp; encourage others on! That's why I said I'm a hypocrite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2359146120201965175?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2359146120201965175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2359146120201965175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2359146120201965175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2359146120201965175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-on-se6ual-relationships.html' title='More on Se6ual Relationships'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-8220369590631924655</id><published>2007-06-12T17:28:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:40:47.941+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><title type='text'>Morals in a se6ual Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; TEXT-INDENT: 9pt; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Se6ual relationship has been the issue on my mind for quite a long time now. I have come to the conclusion that I act rather hypocritical toward the issue, though. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; TEXT-INDENT: 9pt; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I mean I believe that being in love &amp; being committed is enough to make 'love-making' ethical. Therefore, there should be no taboos for 2 people in love (regardless of the se*, age &amp;amp; all that Junk) to show their commitment toward each other by uniting their bodies, the way their souls should be united. Love is the only legal reason in my opinion to be intimate with someone; whether they are married or not is out of question of course… that's nobody's business!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; TEXT-INDENT: 9pt; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;On the other hand, any se6ual relationship is naughty way of having fun… let morals rest a bit &amp;amp; go wild! Let your body take control &amp; take a well earned prize! What's wrong with 2 friends who trust each other to have a more physical 'friendship' while they are not committed to any other souls out there? What's wrong with having fun in the first place? Would se* bring commitment all by itself? Should these 2 be bound in a stricter frame just because they had fun?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; TEXT-INDENT: 9pt; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Then I remember; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;Pleasure is a sin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &amp; both frames do not work here in the constricted social ethics of this God forsaken country! Se* is referred to as 'marital relationship' which sums it all: no se8ual relationships out of marriage bounds! What about Homos, free souls &amp;amp; commitment-phoebes? What about the ones who have not found their soul mates yet &amp; they are willing to wait to commit? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; TEXT-INDENT: 9pt; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Then the next issue pops in my mind… what about the virtue of vir8inity? Is virginity a virtue at all? Should a body be only for one person forever for always &amp; more? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; TEXT-INDENT: 9pt; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I have no answers yet…. I see my friends who are committed in a relationship &amp; are afraid of share some lovin' &amp;amp; I see other friends who have wild nights secretly &amp; then boast about their 'virginity'… I also see friends of mine who have not been ready for any kind of commitment &amp;amp; now they are trapped in a bad marriage just because…. All of them are close &amp; dear to my heart but none seems to have a healthy se* life….  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:French Script MT;color:#413647;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'French Script MT';color:#413647;"  &gt;Proshat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-8220369590631924655?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8220369590631924655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=8220369590631924655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8220369590631924655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8220369590631924655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/morals-in-se6ual-relationship.html' title='Morals in a se6ual Relationship'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-8510580857941883821</id><published>2007-05-28T08:19:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:23:40.987+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Math Student Love Letter:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I laughed so hard, it hurt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to my &lt;a href="http://www.lostlord.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LostLord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the text:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Dear Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular&lt;br /&gt;house in trigonometric lane. There I saw you with your cute circular face, conical nose and spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden.Before seeing you, my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you&lt;br /&gt;into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours ever loving,x*y*z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-8510580857941883821?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8510580857941883821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=8510580857941883821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8510580857941883821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8510580857941883821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/05/math-student-love-letter.html' title='A Math Student Love Letter:'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5479658321367839150</id><published>2007-05-27T09:42:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:47:00.216+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>Iran - US</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day...&lt;br /&gt;They are going to negotiate after all these long years...&lt;br /&gt;I'm frightened...&lt;br /&gt;What will that be... for my country &amp;amp;for my people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5479658321367839150?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5479658321367839150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5479658321367839150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5479658321367839150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5479658321367839150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/05/iran-us.html' title='Iran - US'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6865655642480352371</id><published>2007-05-23T16:24:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:57:32.017+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><title type='text'>Dresses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;A heartless b!tch… that's what I'm called sometimes. I don't get hurt… I'm used to being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;called names &amp;amp; being treated like a freak &amp; well, honestly, most of the time I take it as a complement… just a projection of their fear of my abilities. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I know that's the price I pay for going my way… for standing out &amp; daring to be me, regardless of the surroundings. For instance, I wear whatever I feel comfortable in… &amp;amp; mostly my clothes have the same base… not a very short manto, a loose scarf which a lot of hairs uncovered, a jean or a comfortable pair of dress pants &amp; snickers or sandals… rarely high heels. Hmm, that's a very conservative look actually in my own opinion but well, some people just find it, let's say, unorthodox!!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;As you might have learned, I work in a governmental company… big one, mind you! &amp; I have been criticized over what I wear!!! Nope, they did not tell me face to face or there is no letter or anything but recently I hear more female collogues coming to me with the information that some men are really bothered by the way I dress &amp;amp; think that it's inappropriate for the work!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Then there are my friends who sometimes ask me if I can't be more 'fashionable'?!!! That's weird! Being called a lousy fashion suicide &amp;amp; a B!tch the same time!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-6865655642480352371?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6865655642480352371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=6865655642480352371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6865655642480352371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6865655642480352371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/05/dresses.html' title='Dresses...'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-8608856345941212390</id><published>2007-05-22T11:30:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:43.887+03:30</updated><title type='text'>More Cave Photos:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love Caves... I wish I had some of Alisadr's photos here too. But well, I failed to have the in a secure place &amp; I lost all of them!!! Stupid Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RlKlIWp8mKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R8YREW_mKac/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067294093684283554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RlKlIWp8mKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R8YREW_mKac/s400/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RlKlJWp8mLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/I4xOCSeP42I/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067294110864152754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RlKlJWp8mLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/I4xOCSeP42I/s400/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RlKlJ2p8mMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X4cn4R00tFA/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067294119454087362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RlKlJ2p8mMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X4cn4R00tFA/s400/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RlKlKmp8mNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ut9yYTF99Oo/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067294132338989266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RlKlKmp8mNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ut9yYTF99Oo/s400/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know what I love most about Water-Caves... The cool breeze &amp; the gentle silence of the water&lt;/span&gt; beneth your feet.... It's so perfect &amp;amp; mysterious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-8608856345941212390?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8608856345941212390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=8608856345941212390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8608856345941212390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8608856345941212390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-cave-photos.html' title='More Cave Photos:'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RlKlIWp8mKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R8YREW_mKac/s72-c/DSC00314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2029557343710829014</id><published>2007-05-16T10:11:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:44.763+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Sahoolan Cave In NorthWest Of Iran</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RkqptWp8mGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BPmaJaWVZuI/s1600-h/DSC00306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065047327572269154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RkqptWp8mGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BPmaJaWVZuI/s400/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the enterance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rkqpt2p8mHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fCQY020XrTs/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065047336162203762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rkqpt2p8mHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fCQY020XrTs/s400/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RkqpuGp8mII/AAAAAAAAAGU/MwgoHw84oMM/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065047340457171074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RkqpuGp8mII/AAAAAAAAAGU/MwgoHw84oMM/s400/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rkqpump8mJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D3GaAF8ATFg/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065047349047105682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rkqpump8mJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D3GaAF8ATFg/s400/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photo Credits: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/proshatthegreat"&gt;Proshat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:khanchooban@yahoo.com"&gt;khanchooban&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kourmilchah2001@yahoo.com"&gt;Rafael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2029557343710829014?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2029557343710829014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2029557343710829014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2029557343710829014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2029557343710829014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/05/sahoolan-cave-in-northwest-of-iran.html' title='Sahoolan Cave In NorthWest Of Iran'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RkqptWp8mGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BPmaJaWVZuI/s72-c/DSC00306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2070540855079740444</id><published>2007-05-13T15:27:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:45.014+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A trip To Zanjan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rkb9jI_2WmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0BOBNC_rB24/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064013611177237090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rkb9jI_2WmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0BOBNC_rB24/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok... we drived the 400 Km ride only to have lunch in the city &amp; come back! So what? It was fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Scenes where splendidly eye-catching &amp;amp; The weather was just nice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rkb9jY_2WnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kbAHSb28PF4/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064013615472204402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rkb9jY_2WnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kbAHSb28PF4/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;That's my sis taking pictures of my best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Photos by: Proshat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2070540855079740444?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2070540855079740444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2070540855079740444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2070540855079740444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2070540855079740444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/05/trip-to-zanjan.html' title='A trip To Zanjan'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rkb9jI_2WmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0BOBNC_rB24/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-4744043303371417326</id><published>2007-05-06T09:27:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:32:54.369+03:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm afriad it's not only women!</title><content type='html'>Dear Lynne,&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid it's not only women who are under being 'cracked down' here! There are young boys being accused too. They shall not dress like women as it's called here! They shall not wear ties, short sleeves or do their hair in messy bushes (Well, the only good point in my opinion personally... I would freak whenver I would see a boy who have treated his hair like a lady in a most fashionable party!)&lt;br /&gt;It's been really strange here... &amp;amp; I dont think this pressure would solve anything... It only spreads hatered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-4744043303371417326?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4744043303371417326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=4744043303371417326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4744043303371417326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4744043303371417326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-afriad-its-not-only-women.html' title='I&apos;m afriad it&apos;s not only women!'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7980084639328518068</id><published>2007-05-05T16:41:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:45:22.683+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Have You heard of What's going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1 dir=RTL&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal dir=LTR style='text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma'&gt;No…? Well, Police is taking care of 'Street women'! &amp;amp; the definition of a one is: the one who is not dressed appropriately!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal dir=LTR style='text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma'&gt;What? I can't hear you... What doers appropriate means? Oh, I have not figured out yet!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal dir=LTR style='text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma'&gt;A little hair… a little flesh… make-up… new hairdos… I don't know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal dir=LTR style='text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma'&gt;The only thing I know is, that every time I pass a police station, I feel my heart beating in my throat for the fear of someone grabbing me &amp;amp; scolding me…. Hmm? I do not wear extra-ordinary clothes… nor do I act abnormally (well, considering what is &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;NORMAL&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;… this sentence can turn untrue!), in fact, I am more of the next person who walks in the street… plain Jane that is. However, that's no help! Since, I have seen the freaks get away &amp;amp; the plain Janes get all the scolds! So I fear, &amp;amp; that fear is killing me…. I feel I have no choice to be myself! &amp;amp; maybe if I had a choice, I did not change the way I was, but now, I feel I might want to get a bit rebellious &amp;amp; wear the freaky cloths!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal dir=LTR style='text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal dir=RTL&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span lang=FA style='font-size:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; ------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt; National Iranian Gas Company&lt;br&gt; http://www.nigc.ir&lt;br&gt; -----------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7980084639328518068?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7980084639328518068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7980084639328518068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7980084639328518068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7980084639328518068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/05/have-you-heard-of-whats-going-on.html' title='Have You heard of What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-8858692806191119238</id><published>2007-04-24T11:28:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:45.122+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/Ri24_SV2xjI/AAAAAAAAACc/eMlFcn05aUY/s1600-h/Book+Case.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056901354001712690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/Ri24_SV2xjI/AAAAAAAAACc/eMlFcn05aUY/s400/Book+Case.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are You as bookworm as I am?&lt;br /&gt;Then Go check out this site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can add &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/984"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; as a friend... just tell me you are the from blogspot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-8858692806191119238?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8858692806191119238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=8858692806191119238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8858692806191119238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8858692806191119238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-you-as-bookworm-as-i-am-then-go.html' title=''/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/Ri24_SV2xjI/AAAAAAAAACc/eMlFcn05aUY/s72-c/Book+Case.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7849946935529586285</id><published>2007-04-22T11:47:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:45.205+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>My Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/RisdQiV2xiI/AAAAAAAAACU/wPnr-nEgzHw/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056167176587101730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/RisdQiV2xiI/AAAAAAAAACU/wPnr-nEgzHw/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, not always this messy but whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7849946935529586285?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7849946935529586285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7849946935529586285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7849946935529586285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7849946935529586285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-office.html' title='My Office'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/RisdQiV2xiI/AAAAAAAAACU/wPnr-nEgzHw/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-3931402768922033788</id><published>2007-04-18T13:43:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:52:11.641+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunnaz Has Written a Piece On 'Death'</title><content type='html'>Check her &lt;a href="http://sunnaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-way-conversation-with-death.html"&gt;piece&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; tell me how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;She has a way with words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3931402768922033788?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3931402768922033788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3931402768922033788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3931402768922033788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3931402768922033788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunnaz-has-written-piece-on-death.html' title='Sunnaz Has Written a Piece On &apos;Death&apos;'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-4050979723955092621</id><published>2007-04-17T11:13:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:45.474+03:30</updated><title type='text'>On Top of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR7KafbBJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IF2B6n4qRzU/s1600-h/NIGC+Towr+Top+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054300100656563346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR7KafbBJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IF2B6n4qRzU/s400/NIGC+Towr+Top+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Picture has been taken from the top of the buliding I work in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR7uqfbBKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ovneTpHigf0/s1600-h/NIGC+Towr+Top+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054300723426821282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR7uqfbBKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ovneTpHigf0/s400/NIGC+Towr+Top+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And this is the top floor of the same bulding! Nice little garden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-4050979723955092621?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4050979723955092621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=4050979723955092621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4050979723955092621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4050979723955092621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-top-of-world.html' title='On Top of The World'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR7KafbBJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IF2B6n4qRzU/s72-c/NIGC+Towr+Top+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6011190989257338274</id><published>2007-04-17T11:10:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:45.991+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Spring Is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR6O6fbBHI/AAAAAAAAADo/aVdjAriWu0Y/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054299078454346866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR6O6fbBHI/AAAAAAAAADo/aVdjAriWu0Y/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The park near my place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR6iKfbBII/AAAAAAAAADw/FQvAScMthKw/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054299409166828674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR6iKfbBII/AAAAAAAAADw/FQvAScMthKw/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR6O6fbBHI/AAAAAAAAADo/aVdjAriWu0Y/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&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/5324222-6011190989257338274?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6011190989257338274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=6011190989257338274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6011190989257338274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6011190989257338274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring Is Here'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiR6O6fbBHI/AAAAAAAAADo/aVdjAriWu0Y/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2359226197325119234</id><published>2007-04-16T10:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:19:42.344+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>They're Free Now... But for how much longer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img title="Free Shadi Sadr &amp; Mahboubeh Abbasgholizadeh" style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="124" alt="Free Shadi Sadr &amp;amp; Mahboubeh Abbasgholizadeh" src="http://www.womeniniran.net/images/shadis_mab_en.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2359226197325119234?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2359226197325119234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2359226197325119234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2359226197325119234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2359226197325119234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/theyre-free-now-but-for-how-much-longer.html' title='They&apos;re Free Now... But for how much longer?'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-3304805783266918404</id><published>2007-04-16T08:58:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:46.129+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I Got My Internet Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiMKRafbBFI/AAAAAAAAADY/rtnggWTrcgg/s1600-h/G240024.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053894501124998226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiMKRafbBFI/AAAAAAAAADY/rtnggWTrcgg/s400/G240024.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing my mind! It's good to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3304805783266918404?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3304805783266918404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3304805783266918404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3304805783266918404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3304805783266918404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-my-internet-back.html' title='I Got My Internet Back!'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RiMKRafbBFI/AAAAAAAAADY/rtnggWTrcgg/s72-c/G240024.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-3989647194471847642</id><published>2007-04-10T20:11:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:12:55.782+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Answer To My Own Magical Droplet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Aura is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.&lt;br /&gt;You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: showing love to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3989647194471847642?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3989647194471847642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3989647194471847642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3989647194471847642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3989647194471847642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/answer-to-my-own-magical-droplet.html' title='The Answer To My Own Magical Droplet!'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5808974183179955352</id><published>2007-04-09T10:27:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:50:39.777+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middle East'/><title type='text'>Nuclear News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"&gt;Dear All,&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"&gt;It's going to be announced tonight…. I can't say what, because I have to consider confidentiality. Yet, it's not going to be good. I just hope all this propaganda would not lead us to war.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"&gt;I can't conceal my fears. I can't say that I predict anything positive in it… true… I love my country. God knows I love the land I was born in; I would be proud of any real improvement, however, I don't feel that there is a real improvement in the news….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"&gt;I hate to say it, but I have to say it… We WILL probably end up like &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;… devastated &amp;amp; tortured under rule of strangers. I'm afraid.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5808974183179955352?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5808974183179955352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5808974183179955352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5808974183179955352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5808974183179955352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/nuclear-news.html' title='Nuclear News...'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-3688218760567242025</id><published>2007-04-08T14:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:56:19.060+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><title type='text'>The days of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"&gt;Dear All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"&gt;It's been a very busy day here at work. First, I had a meeting which did not go quite well &amp; then a retired colleague came here who, unfortunately is really talkative &amp;amp; nosy. She, rather enthusiastically, wanted to know when will I get married, what have I bought for myself in the past month, did I change my cell-phone, what kind of new things are here, who is the new guy beside my desk, do I intend to marry an associate of mine who happen to be very handsome &amp; comes from a good background &amp;amp; is very likely to move up the ladder quickly, why does he not propose to me, why he is not interested me, why he has gotten engaged without her permission!!!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"&gt;Then we had some problems with the contractor, same old, same old!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"&gt;So here I sit, at the end of a hard day, counting the minutes to be able to flee! What the heck, they might just as well kill me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"&gt;Ok… off to studies I go!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"&gt;You take care,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"&gt;Regards,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"&gt;Proshat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3688218760567242025?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3688218760567242025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3688218760567242025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3688218760567242025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3688218760567242025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/days-of-me.html' title='The days of me...'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2116612737830678040</id><published>2007-04-07T16:20:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:00:56.989+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><title type='text'>A Letter To A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:#333300;"&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:#333300;"&gt;I just thought to send you a mail. It seems that recently we're moving so fast &amp; we're stuck in a whirlwind of emotion that takes us higher &amp;amp;amp; higher &amp; make us act out of our minds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:#333300;"&gt;Where are we going really? Are we going to end up cold &amp; scared when it's all over? When would this bewilderment be over in the first place? Is there an end to it or are we just gonna be frantic weirdo friends for the rest of our lives, doing God-Knows all kinds of stuff?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:#333300;"&gt;Have you ever wondered that maybe, maybe we are heading somewhere? That maybe this specific road will lead us to commitment which we both are very frightened of? Would that be as bad as we think?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:#333300;"&gt;You ask me if I love you. What does 'love' really mean? What is "LOVE"? Is it the physical need to be as close to you as possible? Is it the urge to breathe your breath &amp; touch your skin or you are thinking of a shudder whenever you reach out for me? Then, no, I don't love you…. I do am in desperate need of your touch but it's not your body I dream of. It's the mystery behind you… the glint of wisdom in your eyes. I like your style. &amp;amp; whenever we talk, whenever we share a passion, whenever I listen to your hyper voice telling me a tale of your own, I feel I can walk on moon. I feel nothing can conquer me, can bring me down when I'm with you. You make the world step away whenever you move one tiny step close. That's not love either. Is it? That's only the ultimate friendship, the bound between us. I can't say "I Love You" in any specific way… in no way in particular. It could be anyone who would happen to have your logical talent &amp;amp; your brilliant mind &amp; passionate enthusiasm, which I declare, is a bit, more than a bit unique. You are one of a kind. Everybody's one of a kind. Everybody's someone. Uhum… you are '&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' someone, still….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:#333300;"&gt;You have asked me to accompany you on a trip, where without a gleam of doubt the physical closeness will be exposed to other companions… either that, or you have to be so cold, so cruel that it will break my heart &amp; yours. A trip to nowhere… with you… that sounds frightening. It sounds like a dream suddenly realized. &amp;amp; Dreams should only come true step by step…. No dream is allowed to come to reality without hard work, without pain or it would not be treasured as it should be. You thought me that…. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:#333300;"&gt;You, sir, have thought me that I should be grateful for the little heartache I have gone true… for a few aching experiences &amp; painful memories… coz no one would reach the juice of perfection without any twinge. The hard you squeeze, the more you are ready to sip the juice. You have thought me to appreciate the effort of others &amp;amp; to respect their right to love me or leave me. It's because of you that now I consider the consequence of every word I say to people. You are the reason for my changes. But are we ready to change into something new? Are we ready to set off to a journey that might change all our lives especially mine? Would it be too much to ask to clarify my hesitations… you are my teacher, my dreamer, my student &amp; my dream all the same. YOU are the only one who have a say in this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"    style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Blackadder ITC;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:'Blackadder ITC';font-size:16;color:#333300;"   &gt;With Love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:French Script MT;font-size:180%;color:#413647;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'French Script MT';font-size:18;color:#413647;"   &gt;Proshat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2116612737830678040?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2116612737830678040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2116612737830678040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2116612737830678040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2116612737830678040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/letter-to-friend.html' title='A Letter To A Friend'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7593080288540266664</id><published>2007-04-04T11:33:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:46.465+03:30</updated><title type='text'>My Trip To West Of Iran</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/RhNdOo6Yk6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OBd3k3Foe3M/s1600-h/Bookan+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049482113294308258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/RhNdOo6Yk6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OBd3k3Foe3M/s400/Bookan+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/RhNdO46Yk7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RTKJ8aBjsYw/s1600-h/Bookan+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049482117589275570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/RhNdO46Yk7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RTKJ8aBjsYw/s400/Bookan+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Pictures From my Trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share The Thrill... Share the Laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Would like to visit it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7593080288540266664?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7593080288540266664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7593080288540266664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7593080288540266664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7593080288540266664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-trip-to-west-of-iran.html' title='My Trip To West Of Iran'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/RhNdOo6Yk6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OBd3k3Foe3M/s72-c/Bookan+(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-117738994948700861</id><published>2007-04-03T15:29:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-04T10:45:08.864+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><title type='text'>The Holidays &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;So I spent my whole holidays doing nothing but watching load crabs of movies &amp; studying a bit of economy.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Fantastic!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;It's amazing though, how my view on world keeps changing &amp; growing in a way more mature than before. I keep seeing things in a new light. I see everything in a web of compiled &amp;amp; compact relations… &amp; I try to figure how to handle everything at once.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I have learned a few things these days which would be nice to share:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;* Life is spending the day with a beloved &amp; never thinking of losing them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;* If you don't try to have fun, nobody will actually give you the right to have fun!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;* Ask for everything you need, voice your concerns, show your feelings good or bad, if you don't express yourself, no one will notice you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;* If you can't love someone, then let them have your respect. Respect their feelings but do not feel guilty for not being able to love them back. You have the first-hand right to your heart. &amp; an expression of love should be real &amp;amp;amp; true not fake &amp; false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ffe1ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#ffe1ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;* If someone can not love you the way you want them to, be grateful that at least they can love you in their own way. &amp;amp; If they don't love you at all, well, Their loss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-117738994948700861?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/117738994948700861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=117738994948700861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/117738994948700861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/117738994948700861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/holidays-i.html' title='The Holidays &amp; I'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7772301041344949900</id><published>2007-04-03T14:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-04T10:47:19.004+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><title type='text'>So I keep Posting by email!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: kashida; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-KASHIDA: 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Horray! This is incredible. It's just that I cant post pictures with this!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: kashida; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-KASHIDA: 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;It had been very fun day at work…. We had been visiting friends &amp; collogues most of the day since it's the first almost real workday after the holidays. A lot of friends are still not back &amp;amp; over there is a very informal atmosphere here. My Internet account over here is still blocked, so I would not be able to check any blogs! I only get my email account &amp;amp; this is what I do with it!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7772301041344949900?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7772301041344949900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7772301041344949900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7772301041344949900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7772301041344949900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-i-keep-posting-by-email.html' title='So I keep Posting by email!'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-4355970536150314996</id><published>2007-04-02T16:09:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-04T10:51:18.438+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emails'/><title type='text'>Trying New Email Post</title><content type='html'>Hey...&lt;br /&gt;What's Up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-4355970536150314996?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4355970536150314996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=4355970536150314996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4355970536150314996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4355970536150314996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/trying-new-email-post.html' title='Trying New Email Post'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-4458235376779598916</id><published>2007-03-26T12:20:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:23:12.733+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-          You, honey, can’t stop my departure. I am to leave &amp; there’s no stopping me… I need to be Free….&lt;br /&gt;-          Aren’t you free here?&lt;br /&gt;-          Freedom, honey, is not the right to choose it id the concept of non-choosing that defines freedom… &amp; here, being close to you, I would never be free… I’m always expected to make choices. You, my lord, are my cage. You prison me in this glass &amp;amp; gold prison of your love.&lt;br /&gt;With you, I have the world at my feet, &amp; you have me. Now, it’s time to trade off… you have the world &amp;amp; I have ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-4458235376779598916?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4458235376779598916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=4458235376779598916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4458235376779598916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4458235376779598916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-honey-cant-stop-my-departure.html' title=''/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-4402705315366358761</id><published>2007-03-26T12:10:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:14:47.252+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Conversations Cut from a story</title><content type='html'>-          But you’re in love with me!&lt;br /&gt;-          That would not normally mean I would let you rule my life….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-4402705315366358761?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4402705315366358761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=4402705315366358761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4402705315366358761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4402705315366358761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/conversations-cut-from-story.html' title='Conversations Cut from a story'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-1544242022617040789</id><published>2007-03-26T09:21:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:46.699+03:30</updated><title type='text'>It's New Year Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RgdhNN75v8I/AAAAAAAAADE/Y1SRNH0th1o/s1600-h/Golden+HaftSin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046108787199033282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RgdhNN75v8I/AAAAAAAAADE/Y1SRNH0th1o/s400/Golden+HaftSin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Persian New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off on a holiday... Will be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-1544242022617040789?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1544242022617040789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=1544242022617040789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/1544242022617040789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/1544242022617040789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-new-year-here.html' title='It&apos;s New Year Here!'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/RgdhNN75v8I/AAAAAAAAADE/Y1SRNH0th1o/s72-c/Golden+HaftSin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7028513839061174109</id><published>2007-03-19T12:43:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:47.291+03:30</updated><title type='text'>More Coffeeshop photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5V9iKjzII/AAAAAAAAACc/-aXEiso2BP8/s1600-h/Kaze+-+Drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043563148333010050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5V9iKjzII/AAAAAAAAACc/-aXEiso2BP8/s400/Kaze+-+Drinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah.. that's my hand! But I'm more of a Coke Drinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5V-CKjzJI/AAAAAAAAACk/Yj7A3vKB_3g/s1600-h/Kaze+-+Chips+&amp;+Cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043563156922944658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5V-CKjzJI/AAAAAAAAACk/Yj7A3vKB_3g/s400/Kaze+-+Chips+%26+Cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope... This is Chips &amp;amp; Cheese ... One of My favs in Kaze!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5V-SKjzKI/AAAAAAAAACs/Mf7F1xGXJsg/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043563161217911970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5V-SKjzKI/AAAAAAAAACs/Mf7F1xGXJsg/s400/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Spilt the whole hot chocklet thanks to Mr. Politics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5V-SKjzLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IK43XjPhyP8/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043563161217911986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5V-SKjzLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IK43XjPhyP8/s400/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never forget to take out my little notebook... useful to grab ideas &amp;amp; turn them into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7028513839061174109?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7028513839061174109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7028513839061174109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7028513839061174109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7028513839061174109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-coffeeshop-photos.html' title='More Coffeeshop photos'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5V9iKjzII/AAAAAAAAACc/-aXEiso2BP8/s72-c/Kaze+-+Drinks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-4922519739174623449</id><published>2007-03-19T12:32:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:47.720+03:30</updated><title type='text'>What We Do in a Coffeshop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5T4iKjzFI/AAAAAAAAACE/eSzxgqgi7h8/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043560863410408530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5T4iKjzFI/AAAAAAAAACE/eSzxgqgi7h8/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5T4iKjzGI/AAAAAAAAACM/zGZJuEQ3efs/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043560863410408546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5T4iKjzGI/AAAAAAAAACM/zGZJuEQ3efs/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5T4yKjzHI/AAAAAAAAACU/3wrQCwwGcdg/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043560867705375858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5T4yKjzHI/AAAAAAAAACU/3wrQCwwGcdg/s400/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-4922519739174623449?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4922519739174623449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=4922519739174623449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4922519739174623449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4922519739174623449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-we-do-in-coffeshop.html' title='What We Do in a Coffeshop?'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5T4iKjzFI/AAAAAAAAACE/eSzxgqgi7h8/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-893455165166853669</id><published>2007-03-19T11:39:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:47.886+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Cut From a Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5IQiKjzEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/okx_TjVy7oY/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043548081587735618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5IQiKjzEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/okx_TjVy7oY/s400/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tehran - Nezami Ganjavi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outside These fences, Where stupid facts like fame &amp; status are of importance, Your avoidance is logical... yet Juliet, within these walls, Love is the only reality that matters. Here, your heart will defy your mind &amp;amp; your body will take control. Here, Juliet, is the place you give in... because there is no choice of running away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-893455165166853669?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/893455165166853669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=893455165166853669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/893455165166853669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/893455165166853669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/cut-from-story.html' title='Cut From a Story'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwBxhEN07Aw/Rf5IQiKjzEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/okx_TjVy7oY/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-634990971905785297</id><published>2007-03-04T13:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:19:32.287+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>From Azadeh's blog: Many Women's Rights Activists were Arrested in Tehran!</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a href="http://azadehpourzand.blogspot.com/2007/03/many-womens-rights-activists-were.html"&gt;Azadeh&lt;/a&gt;'s Blog on the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Iran-Emrooz,Tehran, Iran, Sunday, March 04, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.iran-emrooz.net/index.php?/news1/12208/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.iran-emrooz.net/index.php?/news1/12208/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 of&lt;br /&gt;the women's rights movement activists were arrested in front of the&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionary Court in Tehran.&lt;br /&gt;The security police forces attacked a&lt;br /&gt;peaceful gathering of women's rights activists that had taken place at 8:30 am&lt;br /&gt;in front of the Revolutionary Court in Tehran in objection to the recent&lt;br /&gt;governmental oppressions and the summoning of some of these activists. The&lt;br /&gt;police forces who used violence to scatter the crowd, arrested at least 21 of&lt;br /&gt;the protesters.&lt;br /&gt;According to the report published by Advar News, the list of&lt;br /&gt;the arrested is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Asieh Amini, Jila Bani Yaghoub, Mahboubeb&lt;br /&gt;Abbasgholizadeh, Mahboubeh Hosseinzadeh, Sara Loghmani, Zara Amjadian, Mariam&lt;br /&gt;Hossein Khah, Jelveh Javaheri, Niloofar Golkar, Parastoo Dokoohaki, Zeinab&lt;br /&gt;Peyghambarzadeh, Maryam Mirza, Saghar Laghayee, Khadijeh Moghaddam, Saghie&lt;br /&gt;Laghayee, Nahid Keshavarz, Mahnaz Mohammadi, Nasrin Afzali, Tal'at Taghinia,&lt;br /&gt;Fakhri Shadfar, Maryam Shadfar, Elnaz Ansari, Fatemeh Govarayee, Azadeh&lt;br /&gt;Forghani, Sommayeh Farid, Minoo Mortezayee, Sara Imanian.&lt;br /&gt;Nooshin Amhadi&lt;br /&gt;Khorasani, Parvin Ardalan, Shahla Entesari and Susan Tahmasebi—five prominent&lt;br /&gt;members of the women's rights movement—who had to attend their court hearing&lt;br /&gt;left the court session in support of their fellow activists. They, too, got&lt;br /&gt;arrested upon their departure from the court.&lt;br /&gt;The police officers hit Nahid&lt;br /&gt;Jafari's head to the police van and as a result of such violent actions, her&lt;br /&gt;teeth broke and the officers are currently refusing to take her to the emergency&lt;br /&gt;room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-634990971905785297?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/634990971905785297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=634990971905785297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/634990971905785297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/634990971905785297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/from-azadehs-blog-many-womens-rights.html' title='From Azadeh&apos;s blog: Many Women&apos;s Rights Activists were Arrested in Tehran!'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5917841623018035473</id><published>2007-03-01T11:19:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:21:15.670+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Can Let People Love me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I Wont love them back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Gate of the castle is closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; You are not allowed to enter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5917841623018035473?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5917841623018035473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5917841623018035473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5917841623018035473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5917841623018035473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-629976006139212463</id><published>2007-02-27T21:45:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:45:41.071+03:30</updated><title type='text'>No Signs to Go:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss read the signs once again;&lt;br /&gt;A heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don’t know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;With your perfume on me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I have doubts…&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there’s no place I would like to go&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there is no light clearing the path…&lt;br /&gt;I can’t decide on which road to take.&lt;br /&gt;It’s your heart on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I try to use my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong… I have had my heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; by mistake I had crashed someone else’s hearts…&lt;br /&gt;You are too dear that I would let this happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-629976006139212463?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/629976006139212463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=629976006139212463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/629976006139212463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/629976006139212463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-signs-to-go.html' title='No Signs to Go:'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-6258514104051647201</id><published>2007-02-27T10:14:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T10:33:14.911+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Modern Women In Iran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I consider myself modern?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess so... though not in a VERY modern way... I tend to be somewhat classic &amp; traditional when it comes to curtain things... yet I'm modern in more ways than other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also like to think that I, the little girl of games, am an intellectual.... I like to talk about Economy, Politics &amp;amp; all the 'deep' stuff around me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friends are from the same league also... We have our conversations &amp; our moments... They are not shallow... like some modern Iranian Women who only concern themselves by the latest fashions &amp;amp; trends!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I writing all this? Well, Previous night was our girls night out.... We went to a fancy restaurant &amp; let ourselves be pampered by the service &amp;amp; we talked the whole night... &amp; only in our circle of three we can talk about almost anything... we can start from Salad Dressing &amp;amp; end in World Peace. We discuss almost everything &amp; we share so many things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was then it hit me... we were &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'REAL' women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; having a life in Iran. We were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'real'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;amp; we were not dolls or idols... but only a human being safe in knowing each other &amp; safe in our clique...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; we were different at the same time... we were not the little girls anymore... we were 'Women', Grown up &amp; mature on the verge of making big decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; We were real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheers to my clique... Cheers to my ladies.... Here we are the conquerors of the World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-6258514104051647201?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6258514104051647201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=6258514104051647201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6258514104051647201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/6258514104051647201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/modern-women-in-iran.html' title='Modern Women In Iran'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-4596041000653216429</id><published>2007-02-24T20:53:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:54:32.353+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Ticket To The Moon</title><content type='html'>&amp; I've got a dream to reach...&lt;br /&gt;All I need is... A ticket to the moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-4596041000653216429?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4596041000653216429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=4596041000653216429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4596041000653216429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/4596041000653216429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/ticket-to-moon.html' title='A Ticket To The Moon'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-8955337294657706428</id><published>2007-02-21T14:14:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:31:27.238+03:30</updated><title type='text'>No One Dares To Distrub The Sound of a Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/dir/2064632/4a0e1700/Song.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/dir/2064632/4a0e1700/Song.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light&lt;br /&gt;That split the night&lt;br /&gt;And touched the sound of silence&lt;br /&gt;And in the naked light I saw&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand people maybe more&lt;br /&gt;People talking without speaking&lt;br /&gt;People hearing without listening&lt;br /&gt;People writing songs that voices never shared&lt;br /&gt;No one dared Disturb the sound of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;amp; That's how it feels here today...&lt;br /&gt;People hanging on to a little hope left...&lt;br /&gt;People who shout in silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-8955337294657706428?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8955337294657706428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=8955337294657706428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8955337294657706428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8955337294657706428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-one-dares-to-distrub-sound-of.html' title='No One Dares To Distrub The Sound of a Silence'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-8077247659686305095</id><published>2007-02-20T14:22:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:41:47.789+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>Are We Going to End Up in a War?</title><content type='html'>I hear the news of American Plan to attack Iran. &amp; I wonder what will happen to my daily life?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to my friends, boys &amp;amp; girls who have a whole lot of years of dreams before them? What will happen to laughters &amp; tears? To loves &amp;amp; hatereds? To Joy &amp; Pain?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to my beloved sister? To my dad &amp;amp; mom? To all the fun days &amp; rough nigts?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to my baby niece? Will she live enough to see the days of happiness or would her life be filled with disasters &amp;amp; lost memories like mine?&lt;br /&gt;War is unjust &amp; cruel &amp;amp; no matter what the reason, no one is allowed to attack some other beings.&lt;br /&gt;Here... we're talking about Lives being on the line. &amp; if it were for mine, I would never &amp;amp; ever utter a word... for I have lived my life t the fullest, the richest that I could dream... I had love &amp; happiness &amp;amp; I have people to care for who care for me.... Yet, it's not my life walking on the edge... It's my friends' &amp; family's lives.... It's my memories &amp;amp; their future... It's Human beings in danger!&lt;br /&gt;Just arund a corner, Darkness is waiting for us, hovering above, whispering nasty words &amp; lauhing a hard evil laugh... He Awaits in the shadows &amp;amp; keeps his sword ready &amp; sharp... &amp;amp; when the time comes... He will take us... to our doom.&lt;br /&gt;I wont fight... I know. &amp;amp; I wont ever see the pain. I wont fight... but where's my choice but to suffer from someone else's stupidity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-8077247659686305095?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8077247659686305095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=8077247659686305095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8077247659686305095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8077247659686305095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/are-we-going-to-end-up-in-war.html' title='Are We Going to End Up in a War?'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2781716165328145536</id><published>2007-02-09T10:32:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:04:10.973+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I’m two men:</title><content type='html'>I’m two ends of a spectrum;&lt;br /&gt;The extreme passion,&lt;br /&gt;The extreme hatred&lt;br /&gt;One side wants to conquer the world,&lt;br /&gt;The other wants to isolate in solitude&lt;br /&gt;One hugs every sad &amp; needy,&lt;br /&gt;The other push loving ones aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m two ends of a spectrum;&lt;br /&gt;The extreme heat,&lt;br /&gt;The extreme coldness&lt;br /&gt;One side fights for freedom&lt;br /&gt;The other begs to be captured.&lt;br /&gt;One is the rebel;&lt;br /&gt;The other the subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m two ends of a spectrum;&lt;br /&gt;Deepest deep &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Highest high&lt;br /&gt;One side is silent meditation;&lt;br /&gt;The other’s screaming loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as my friend once said:&lt;br /&gt;“I’m two men:&lt;br /&gt;One is awake in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The other is asleep in the sun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: Yes, I Wrote it. Actually one of my sister's friends had written the last part on a paper &amp;amp; the rest just came to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2781716165328145536?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2781716165328145536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2781716165328145536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2781716165328145536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2781716165328145536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-two-men.html' title='I’m two men:'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-341495148306006457</id><published>2007-01-31T12:58:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:02:37.253+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Gift I Was Given</title><content type='html'>When I was born...&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed with a gift... I was given the power to cheer others... to enchant them &amp; help get through their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm dedicated to that mission...&lt;br /&gt;To charm people with happiness, to fill their hearts &amp;amp; to give them all I can....&lt;br /&gt;I am to live the mission to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-341495148306006457?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/341495148306006457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=341495148306006457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/341495148306006457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/341495148306006457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/gift-i-was-given.html' title='The Gift I Was Given'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-5658204343799834168</id><published>2007-01-20T15:35:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:38:20.805+03:30</updated><title type='text'>My Michigan Friends... Here Comes the Jail for Adultry</title><content type='html'>Fasinating...&lt;br /&gt;Just read &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/s/486807"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Will make commitment even harder... but I guess that would be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-5658204343799834168?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5658204343799834168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=5658204343799834168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5658204343799834168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/5658204343799834168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-michigan-friends-here-comes-jail-for.html' title='My Michigan Friends... Here Comes the Jail for Adultry'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-8174214197984775871</id><published>2007-01-13T12:57:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-13T13:00:01.406+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><title type='text'>Missing US teens discovered alive</title><content type='html'>Have you read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6254223.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6254223.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just wierd that the first boy is still living with kidnapper! Strange!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-8174214197984775871?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8174214197984775871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=8174214197984775871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8174214197984775871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/8174214197984775871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/missing-us-teens-discovered-alive.html' title='Missing US teens discovered alive'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-181595047996113077</id><published>2007-01-06T14:19:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:21:12.203+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatties'/><title type='text'>Another Hope Down the Drain For Us 'Fatties'</title><content type='html'>Check out the article on &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/6231481.stm"&gt;BBC.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be interesting to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-181595047996113077?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/181595047996113077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=181595047996113077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/181595047996113077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/181595047996113077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-hope-down-drain-for-us-fatties.html' title='Another Hope Down the Drain For Us &apos;Fatties&apos;'/><author><name>L.O.U.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_REKc2Ln--nw/SC6bQw6wv2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cCSZb2ZDoC0/S220/Copy+of+Photo-0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-7043141534083175487</id><published>2007-01-01T11:02:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-01T11:45:47.703+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iraq'/><title type='text'>Capital Punishment's No Use!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/6218875.stm"&gt;So Saddam got hanged...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;Read his last moments... &amp; see how hateful he was toward Iranians &amp;amp; Americans all the same to the last moment.&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;execution&lt;/span&gt;? He had to stay alive &amp; face the insults....&lt;br /&gt;Capital punishment is not the answer. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; give life &amp;amp; we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get it back.... I have lost dear ones to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wickedness&lt;/span&gt;, I have seen houses been destroyed, kids being killed, girls being raped.... I have seen people cursing him, wishing him misery &amp; death... but in the end, Executing him was not the solution. He did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; the luxury of death.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what? I hear a lot of people say that death was the least he could face....&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Capital punishment is an absurd way of revenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-7043141534083175487?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7043141534083175487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=7043141534083175487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7043141534083175487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/7043141534083175487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/capital-punishments-no-use.html' title='Capital Punishment&apos;s No Use!'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-3106392909740618105</id><published>2006-12-30T14:26:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:30:26.901+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Take the Lead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/new_line_cinema/take_the_lead/_group_photos/antonio_banderas6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/new_line_cinema/take_the_lead/_group_photos/antonio_banderas6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched "Take the Lead" during the holidays &amp;amp; i must admitt, despite the reviews I enjoyed watching the movie. Got me inspired really....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I shall go back to ballroom dancing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-3106392909740618105?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3106392909740618105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=3106392909740618105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3106392909740618105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/3106392909740618105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/take-lead.html' title='Take the Lead'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324222.post-2073837548383998200</id><published>2006-12-25T15:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:45:32.550+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideas'/><title type='text'>Blog Tag Game for Yalda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pulverblog.pulver.com/archives/006087.html"&gt;This game &lt;/a&gt;has been converted to a Persian form &amp; I had been invited by my friend &lt;a href="http://www.hanakerdegari.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hanna&lt;/a&gt; to participate in the Game.&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote my 5ive BIG NOT-KNOWINGS in Persian &amp;amp; then I decided to put them here to &amp; invite some other friends to join the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I make a story before I sleep every night, if not, I would not be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;* Once a troop of "Islamic" police seized me &amp;amp; 20 of my other friends in a Nearby city Damavand for having a "party in which boys &amp; girls were together under a roof" (I'm not joking that was the statement in our court note. They held us prisoner for a night &amp;amp; even of now, I shiver when I remember the humiliation of that night.&lt;br /&gt;* My relationship with the only boyfriend I had was a complete disaster... diverse intentions &amp; different interests... total catastrophe!&lt;br /&gt;* I fell in love with a cartoon Character when I was in high-school.&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes I dream I'm a sim in Sims II! I love that game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now for the other 5 people I have to invite to Blog-tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slynne.blogspot.com/"&gt;My dear Lynne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doralh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dear Grandpa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pentra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dear Pantra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emba-and-i.blogspot.com/"&gt;EMBA &amp;amp; I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunnaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sanaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324222-2073837548383998200?l=proshatthegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2073837548383998200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324222&amp;postID=2073837548383998200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2073837548383998200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324222/posts/default/2073837548383998200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proshatthegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-tag-game-for-yalda.html' title='Blog Tag Game for Yalda'/><author><name>Proshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10959090505019035494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=proshatthegreat&amp;size=large&amp;type=png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
