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Following this historic act the Assembly called upon all Member countries to publicize the text of the Declaration and "to cause it to be disseminated, displayed, read and expounded principally in schools and other educational institutions, without distinction based on the political status of countries or territories."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مقدمه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;از آن جا که &lt;/strong&gt;شناسایی حیثیت ذاتی کلیه ی اعضای خانواده بشری و حقوق یکسان و انتقال ناپذیر آنان، اساس آزادی و عدالت و صلح را در جهان تشکیل می دهد؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;از آن جا که&lt;/strong&gt; عدم شناسایی و تحقیر حقوق بشر منتهی به اعمال وحشیانه ای شده است که روح بشریت را به عصیان وا داشته و ظهور دنیایی که در آن افراد بشر در بیان و عقیده، آزاد و از ترس و فقر، فارغ باشند، به عنوان بالاترین آمال بشر اعلام شده است؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;از آن جا که&lt;/strong&gt; اساساً حقوق انسانی را باید با اجرای قانون حمایت کرد تا بشر به عنوان آخرین علاج به قیام بر ضد ظلم و فشار مجبور نشود؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;از آن جا که&lt;/strong&gt; اساساً لازم است توسعه روابط دوستانه بین الملل را مورد تشویق قرار داد؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;از آن جا که&lt;/strong&gt; مردم ملل متحد، ایمان خود را به حقوق اساسی بشر و مقام و ارزش فرد انسان و تساوی حقوق مرد و زن مجدداً در منشور اعلام کرده اند و تصمیم راسخ گرفته اند که به پیشرفت اجتماعی کمک کنند و در محیطی آزاد، وضع زندگی بهتری به وجود آورند؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;از آن جا که&lt;/strong&gt; دول عضو متعهد شده اند که احترام جهانی و رعایت واقعی حقوق بشر و آزادی های اساسی را با همکاری سازمان ملل متحد تأمین کنند؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;از آن جا که&lt;/strong&gt; حست تفاهم مشترک نسبت به این حقوق و آزادی ها برای اجرای کامل این تعهد کمال اهمیت را دارد؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;بنابر این،&lt;/strong&gt; مجمع عمومی، این اعلامیه جهانی حقوق بشر را آرمان مشترکی برای تمام مردم و کلیه ملل اعلام می کند تا جمیع افراد و همه ارکان اجتماع این اعلامیه را همواره مد نظر داشته باشند و مجاهدت کنند که به وسیله تعلیم و تربیت، احترام این حقوق و آزادی ها توسعه یابد و با تدابیر تدریجی ملی و بین المللی، شناسایی و اجرای واقعی و حیاتی آن ها، چه در میان خود ملل عضو و چه در بین مردم کشورهایی که در قلمرو آن ها هستند، تأمین شود.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREAMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whereas&lt;/strong&gt; recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is the foundation of freedom, justice and peace in the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whereas&lt;/strong&gt; disregard and contempt for human rights have resulted in barbarous acts which have outraged the conscience of mankind, and the advent of a world in which human beings shall enjoy freedom of speech and belief and freedom from fear and want has been proclaimed as the highest aspiration of the common people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whereas&lt;/strong&gt; it is essential, if man is not to be compelled to have recourse, as a last resort, to rebellion against tyranny and oppression, that human rights should be protected by the rule of law,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whereas&lt;/strong&gt; it is essential to promote the development of friendly relations between nations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whereas&lt;/strong&gt; the peoples of the United Nations have in the Charter reaffirmed their faith in fundamental human rights, in the dignity and worth of the human person and in the equal rights of men and women and have determined to promote social progress and better standards of life in larger freedom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whereas&lt;/strong&gt; Member States have pledged themselves to achieve, in co-operation with the United Nations, the promotion of universal respect for and observance of human rights and fundamental freedoms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whereas&lt;/strong&gt; a common understanding of these rights and freedoms is of the greatest importance for the full realization of this pledge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, Therefore&lt;/strong&gt; THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY proclaims THIS UNIVERSAL DECLARATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS as a common standard of achievement for all peoples and all nations, to the end that every individual and every organ of society, keeping this Declaration constantly in mind, shall strive by teaching and education to promote respect for these rights and freedoms and by progressive measures, national and international, to secure their universal and effective recognition and observance, both among the peoples of Member States themselves and among the peoples of territories under their jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده اول&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تمام افراد بشر آزاد به دنیا می آیند و از لحاظ حیثیت و حقوق با هم برابرند. همه دارای عقل و وجدان هستند و باید نسبت به یکدیگر با روح برادری رفتار کنند.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 1.&lt;br /&gt;All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده دوم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس حق دارد بدون هیچگونه تمایز، بخصوص از حیث نژاد، رنگ، جنس، زبان، مذهب، عقیده ی سیاسی یا هر عقیده ی دیگر و همچنین ملیت، وضع اجتماعی، ثروت، ولادت و یا هر موقعیت دیگر، از تمام حقوق و کلیه ی آزادی هایی که در اعلامیه حاضر ذکر شده است، بهره مند گردد.&lt;br /&gt;2) به علاوه هیچ تبعیضی به عمل نخواهد آمد که مبتنی بر وضع سیاسی، اداری و قضایی یا بین المللی کشور یا سرزمینی باشد که شخص به آن تعلق دارد، خواه این کشور مستقل، تحت قیمومیت یا غیر خودمختار بوده یا حاکمیت آن به شکلی محدود شده باشد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 2.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is entitled to all the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration, without distinction of any kind, such as race, colour, sex, language, religion, political or other opinion, national or social origin, property, birth or other status. Furthermore, no distinction shall be made on the basis of the political, jurisdictional or international status of the country or territory to which a person belongs, whether it be independent, trust, non-self-governing or under any other limitation of sovereignty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده سوم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هر کس حق زندگی، آزادی و امنیت شخصی دارد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 3.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to life, liberty and security of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده چهارم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;احدی را نمی توان در بردگی یا خدمت اجباری نگه داشت؛ بردگی و داد و ستد بردگان به هر شکلی که باشد ممنوع است.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 4.&lt;br /&gt;No one shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده پنجم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;احدی را نمی توان تحت شکنجه یا تنبیه یا رفتاری قرار داد که ظالمانه یا بر خلاف انسانیت و شؤون بشری یا موهن باشد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 5.&lt;br /&gt;No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده ششم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هر کس حق دارد که شخصیت حقوقی او در همه جا به عنوان یک انسان در مقابل قانون شناخته شود.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 6.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to recognition everywhere as a person before the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده هفتم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;همه در مقابل قانون مساوی هستند و حق دارند بدون تبعیض و بطور مساوی از حمایت قانون برخوردار شوند. همه حق دارند علیه هر تبعیضی که ناقض اعلامیه حاضر باشد و علیه هر تحریکی که برای چنین تبعیضی به عمل آید، به طور مساوی از حمایت قانون بهره مند شوند.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 7.&lt;br /&gt;All are equal before the law and are entitled without any discrimination to equal protection of the law. All are entitled to equal protection against any discrimination in violation of this Declaration and against any incitement to such discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده هشتم&lt;br /&gt;هر کس در برابر اعمالی که حقوق اساسی فرد را مورد تجاوز قرار دهد و آن حقوق به وسیله ی قانون اساسی یا قانون دیگری برای او شناخته شده باشد، حق دادخواهی موثر از طریق مراجعه به محاکم صالح ملی را دارد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 8.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to an effective remedy by the competent national tribunals for acts violating the fundamental rights granted him by the constitution or by law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده نهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;احدی نباید دچار توقیف، حبس یا تبعید خودسرانه شود.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 9.&lt;br /&gt;No one shall be subjected to arbitrary arrest, detention or exile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده دهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هر کس با مساوات کامل حق دارد که دعوایش منصفانه و بطور علنی به وسیله ی دادگاهی مستقل و بی طرف، مورد رسیدگی قرار گیرد و چنین دادگاهی درباره حقوق و الزامات او یا هر اتهام جزایی که به او توجه پیدا کرده باشد، اتخاذ تصمیم نماید.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 10.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is entitled in full equality to a fair and public hearing by an independent and impartial tribunal, in the determination of his rights and obligations and of any criminal charge against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده یازدهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس که به ارتکاب عمل مجرمانه ای متهم شده باشد، بی گناه محسوب خواهد شد تا وقتی که در جریان یک محاکمه علنی که در آن کلیه ی تضمین های لازم برای دفاع او تأمین شده باشد، مطابق قانون گناهکار شناخته شود.&lt;br /&gt;2) هیچ کس نباید برای انجام یا عدم انجام عملی که در زمان ارتکاب، به موجب حقوق ملی یا بین المللی جرم شناخته نمی شده است، به مجازات محکوم شود. به همین طریق هیچ مجازاتی شدیدتر از آنچه که در زمان ارتکاب جرم قابل اعمال بوده است، به احدی تحمیل نخواهد شد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 11.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone charged with a penal offence has the right to be presumed innocent until proved guilty according to law in a public trial at which he has had all the guarantees necessary for his defence.&lt;br /&gt;(2) No one shall be held guilty of any penal offence on account of any act or omission which did not constitute a penal offence, under national or international law, at the time when it was committed. Nor shall a heavier penalty be imposed than the one that was applicable at the time the penal offence was committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده دوازدهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;احدی در زندگی خصوصی، امور خانوادگی، اقامتگاه یا مکاتبات خود، نباید مورد مداخله های خودسرانه واقع شود و شرافت و اسم و رسمش نباید مورد حمله قرار گیرد. هر کس حق دارد که در برابر این گونه مداخلات و حملات، مورد حمایت قانون واقع شود.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 12.&lt;br /&gt;No one shall be subjected to arbitrary interference with his privacy, family, home or correspondence, nor to attacks upon his honour and reputation. Everyone has the right to the protection of the law against such interference or attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده سیزدهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس حق دارد که در داخل هر کشوری آزادانه عبور و مرور کند و محل اقامت خود را انتخاب نماید.&lt;br /&gt;2) هر کس حق دارد هر کشوری و از جمله کشور خود را ترک کند یا به کشور خود باز گردد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 13.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of movement and residence within the borders of each state.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Everyone has the right to leave any country, including his own, and to return to his country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده چهاردهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس حق دارد در برابر تعقیب، شکنجه و آزار، پناهگاهی جستجو کند و در کشور های دیگر پناه اختیار کند.&lt;br /&gt;2) در موردی که تعقیب به واقع مبتنی بر جرم عمومی و غیر سیاسی یا رفتارهایی مخالف با اصول و مقاصد ملل متحد باشد، نمی توان از این حق استفاده نمود.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 14.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to seek and to enjoy in other countries asylum from persecution.&lt;br /&gt;(2) This right may not be invoked in the case of prosecutions genuinely arising from non-political crimes or from acts contrary to the purposes and principles of the United Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده پانزدهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس حق دارد که دارای تابعیت باشد.&lt;br /&gt;2) احدی را نمی توان خودسرانه از تابعیت خود یا از حق تغییر تابعیت محروم کرد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 15.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to a nationality.&lt;br /&gt;(2) No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of his nationality nor denied the right to change his nationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده شانزدهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر مرد و زن بالغی حق دارند بدون هیچ گونه محدودیت از نظر نژاد، ملیت، تابعیت یا مذهب، با هم دیگر زناشویی کنند و تشکیل خانواده دهند. در تمام مدت زناشویی و هنگام انحلال آن، زن و شوهر در کلیه امور مربوط به ازدواج، دارای حقوق مساوی هستند.&lt;br /&gt;2) ازدواج باید با رضایت کامل و آزادانه ی زن و مرد واقع شود.&lt;br /&gt;3) خانواده رکن طبیعی و اساسی اجتماع است و حق دارد از حمایت جامعه و دولت بهره مند شود.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 16.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Men and women of full age, without any limitation due to race, nationality or religion, have the right to marry and to found a family. They are entitled to equal rights as to marriage, during marriage and at its dissolution.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Marriage shall be entered into only with the free and full consent of the intending spouses.&lt;br /&gt;(3) The family is the natural and fundamental group unit of society and is entitled to protection by society and the State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده هفدهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر شخص نسبت به مال خود منفرداً و همچنین به صورت مشترک با دیگران حق مالکیت دارد.&lt;br /&gt;2) احدی را نمی توان خودسرانه از حق مالکیت محروم نمود.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 17.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to own property alone as well as in association with others.&lt;br /&gt;(2) No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of his property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده هجدهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هر کس حق دارد که از آزادی فکر، وجدان و مذهب بهره مند شود، این حق متضمن آزادی تغییر مذهب یا عقیده و همچنین متضمن آزادی اظهار عقیده و ایمان است و نیز شامل تعلیمات مذهبی و اجرای مراسم دینی است. هر کس می تواند از این حقوق منفرداً یا مجتمعاً به طور خصوصی یا به طور عمومی برخوردار باشد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 18.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion; this right includes freedom to change his religion or belief, and freedom, either alone or in community with others and in public or private, to manifest his religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship and observance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده نوزدهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هر کس حق آزادی بیان و عقیده دارد؛ این حق متضمن آن است که از داشتن عقاید خود بیم و اضطرابی نداشته و در کسب و انتشار اطلاعات و افکار به تمام وسایل ممکن و بدون ملاحظات مرزی آزاد باشد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 19.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده بیستم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس حق دارد آزادانه مجامع و انجمن های مسالمت آمیز تشکیل دهد.&lt;br /&gt;2) هیچکس را نمی توان مجبور به شرکت در اجتماعی کرد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 20.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of peaceful assembly and association.&lt;br /&gt;(2) No one may be compelled to belong to an association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده بیست و یکم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس حق دارد که در اداره ی امور عمومی کشور خود، خواه مستقیماً و خواه با وساطت نمایندگانی که آزادانه انتخاب شده باشند شرکت جوید.&lt;br /&gt;2) هر کس حق دارد با تساوی شرایط، به مشاغل عمومی کشور خود نائل آید.&lt;br /&gt;3) منشأ قدرت حکومت، اراده ی مردم است، این اراده باید به وسیله ی انتخاباتی ادواری و از روی صداقت ابراز شود. انتخابات باید عمومی و با رعایت مساوات باشد و با رأی مخفی یا به روش مشابه دیگری انجام پذیرد که آزادی رأی را تأمین نماید.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 21.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to take part in the government of his country, directly or through freely chosen representatives.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Everyone has the right of equal access to public service in his country.&lt;br /&gt;(3) The will of the people shall be the basis of the authority of government; this will shall be expressed in periodic and genuine elections which shall be by universal and equal suffrage and shall be held by secret vote or by equivalent free voting procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده بیست و دوم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هر کس به عنوان عضو اجتماع حق امنیت اجتماعی دارد و مجاز است به وسیله ی مساعی ملی و همکاری بین المللی حقوق اقتصادی، اجتماعی و فرهنگی خود را که لازمه ی مقام و نمو آزادانه ی شخصیت او است، با رعایت تشکیلات و منابع هر کشور تحقق بخشد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 22.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, as a member of society, has the right to social security and is entitled to realization, through national effort and international co-operation and in accordance with the organization and resources of each State, of the economic, social and cultural rights indispensable for his dignity and the free development of his personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده بیست و سوم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس حق دارد کار کند، کار خود را آزادانه انتخاب نماید، شرایط منصفانه و رضایت بخشی برای کار خواستار باشد و در مقابل بیکاری مورد حمایت قرار گیرد.&lt;br /&gt;2) همه حق دارند که بدون هیچ تبعیضی، در مقابل کار مساوی، اجرت مساوی دریافت دارند.&lt;br /&gt;3) هر کس که کار کند استحقاق مزد منصفانه و رضایت بخشی را دارد که زندگی او و خانواده اش را موافق شئون انسانی تأمین کند، مزدی که در صورت لزوم باید توسط سایر وسائل حمایت اجتماعی تکمیل شود.&lt;br /&gt;4) هر کس حق دارد که برای دفاع از منافع خود با دیگران اتحادیه تشکیل دهد و یا در اتحادیه ها شرکت کند.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 23.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to work, to free choice of employment, to just and favourable conditions of work and to protection against unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Everyone, without any discrimination, has the right to equal pay for equal work.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Everyone who works has the right to just and favourable remuneration ensuring for himself and his family an existence worthy of human dignity, and supplemented, if necessary, by other means of social protection.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Everyone has the right to form and to join trade unions for the protection of his interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده بیست و چهارم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هر کس حق استراحت، فراغت و تفریح دارد و به خصوص به محدودیت معقول ساعات کار و مرخصی های ادواری با اخذ حقوق ذیحق است.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 24.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to rest and leisure, including reasonable limitation of working hours and periodic holidays with pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده بیست و پنجم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس حق دارد که زندگی، سلامتی و رفاه خود و خانواده اس از حیث خوراک، پوشاک و مسکن و مراقبت های طبی و خدمات لازم اجتماعی با توجه به معیارهای متعارف از سطح مناسب و کافی برخوردار باشد، و همچنین حق دارد که در مواقع بیکاری، بیماری، نقص اعضاء، بیوگی، پیری یا در تمام موارد دیگری که به علل خارج از اراده ی انسان وسائل امرار معاش از دست رفته باشد از شرایط آبرومندانه ی زندگی برخوردار شود.&lt;br /&gt;2) مادران و کودکان حق دارند که از کمک و مراقبت مخصوص بهره مند شوند. همه کودکان، چه بر اثر ازدواج و چه بدون ازدواج به دنیا آمده باشند، باید از حمایت اجتماعی یکسان برخوردار شوند.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 25.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and of his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary social services, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age or other lack of livelihood in circumstances beyond his control.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Motherhood and childhood are entitled to special care and assistance. All children, whether born in or out of wedlock, shall enjoy the same social protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده بیست و ششم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس حق دارد که از آموزش و پرورش بهره مند شود. آموزش و پرورش لااقل تا حدودی که مربوط به تعلیمات ابتدایی و اساسی است باید مجانی باشد. آموزش ابتدایی اجباری است. آموزش فنی و حرفه ای باید عمومیت پیدا کند و آموزش عالی باید با شرایط تساوی کامل به روی همه باز باشد تا همه بنا به استعداد خود بتوانند از آن بهره مند گردند.&lt;br /&gt;2) آموزش و پرورش باید طوری هدایت شود که شخصیت انسانی هر کس را به حد کمال رشد آن برساند و احترام حقوق و آزادی های بشر را تقویت کند. آموزش و پرورش باید حسن تفاهم، گذشت و احترام عقاید مخالف و دوستی بین تمام ملل و جمعیت های نژادی یا مذهبی و همچنین توسعه ی فعالیت های ملل متحد را در راه حفظ صلح تسهیل و ترویج نماید.&lt;br /&gt;3) پدر و مادر در انتخاب نوع آموزش و پرورش فرزندان خود نسبت به دیگران اولویت دارند.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 26.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to education. Education shall be free, at least in the elementary and fundamental stages. Elementary education shall be compulsory. Technical and professional education shall be made generally available and higher education shall be equally accessible to all on the basis of merit.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Education shall be directed to the full development of the human personality and to the strengthening of respect for human rights and fundamental freedoms. It shall promote understanding, tolerance and friendship among all nations, racial or religious groups, and shall further the activities of the United Nations for the maintenance of peace.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Parents have a prior right to choose the kind of education that shall be given to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده بیست و هفتم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس حق دارد آزادانه در زندگی فرهنگی اجتماع شرکت کند، از فنون و هنرها متمتع گردد و در پیشرفت علمی و فواید آن سهیم باشد.&lt;br /&gt;2) هر کس حق دارد از حمایت معنوی و مادی آثار علمی، فرهنگی یا هنری خود برخوردار شود.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 27.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right freely to participate in the cultural life of the community, to enjoy the arts and to share in scientific advancement and its benefits.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Everyone has the right to the protection of the moral and material interests resulting from any scientific, literary or artistic production of which he is the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده بیست و هشتم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هر کس حق دارد برقراری نظمی را بخواهد که از لحاظ اجتماعی و بین المللی، حقوق و آزادی هایی را که در این اعلامیه ذکر گردیده است، تأمین کند و آن ها را به مورد عمل گذارد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 28.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is entitled to a social and international order in which the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration can be fully realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده بیست و نهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) هر کس در مقابل آن جامعه ای وظیفه دارد که رشد آزاد و کامل شخصیت او را میسر سازد.&lt;br /&gt;2) هر کس در اجرای حقوق و استفاده از آزادی های خود فقط تابع محدودیت هایی است که به وسیله ی قانون، منحصراً به منظور شناسائی و مراعات حقوق و آزادی های دیگران و برای رعایت مقتضیات صحیح اخلاقی و نظم عمومی و رفاه همگانی در شرایط یک جامعه دموکراتیک وضع گردیده است.&lt;br /&gt;3) این حقوق و آزادی ها در هیچ موردی نمی تواند بر خلاف مقاصد و اصول ملل متحد اجرا گردد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Article 29.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has duties to the community in which alone the free and full development of his personality is possible.&lt;br /&gt;(2) In the exercise of his rights and freedoms, everyone shall be subject only to such limitations as are determined by law solely for the purpose of securing due recognition and respect for the rights and freedoms of others and of meeting the just requirements of morality, public order and the general welfare in a democratic society.&lt;br /&gt;(3) These rights and freedoms may in no case be exercised contrary to the purposes and principles of the United Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ماده سی ام&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هیچ یک از مقررات اعلامیه حاضر نباید طوری تفسیر شود که متضمن حقی برای دولت یا جمعیت یا فردی باشد که به موجب آن بتواند هر یک از حقوق و آزادی های مندرج در این اعلامیه را از بین 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استادِ سرگرم كردن بچه‌ها هستم. برای همین موقعی كه خانم كارترز آمد گفت می‌خواهد یك تُكِ پا برود خرید، و ازم خواهش كرد پسر كوچكش را سرگرم كنم، با كمال میل قبول كردم. مادرش كه رفت، پسرك را گذاشتم روی زانوم و شروع كردم به قصه تعریف كردن:&lt;br /&gt;«جورج واشنگتن مرد بزرگی بود.»&lt;br /&gt;بعد به پسرك لبخندی زدم و ادامه دادم:&lt;br /&gt;«یك روز پدر جورج...»&lt;br /&gt;پسرك كه اسمش كلارس بود پرسید: «جورج چی؟»&lt;br /&gt;«جورج واشنگتن. اون موقع یه پسربچه‌ی كوچولو بود، درست مثل شما، یه روز باباش...»&lt;br /&gt;كلارس پرسید: «بابای كی؟»&lt;br /&gt;«بابای جورج واشنگتن. همین مرد بزرگی كه می‌خوام قصه‌شو برات بگم. یه روزی بابای جورج واشنگتن یه تبر كوچیك داد بهش كه...»&lt;br /&gt;این بچه نازنین باز پرید وسط حرفم كه «یه تبر كوچیك داد به كی؟» هر كسی جای من بود از كوره در می‌رفت، اما من نرفتم چون بلدم چطور با بچه‌ها حرف بزنم. برای همین ادامه دادم:&lt;br /&gt;«جورج واشنگتن.»&lt;br /&gt;«كی بهش یه تبر كوچیك داد؟»&lt;br /&gt;«باباش. باباش بهش...»&lt;br /&gt;«بابای كی؟»&lt;br /&gt;«بابای جورج واشنگتن.»&lt;br /&gt;«آهان.»&lt;br /&gt;«خلاصه، می‌گفتم. باباش بهش گفت...»&lt;br /&gt;«به كی؟»&lt;br /&gt;«به جورج.»&lt;br /&gt;«آهان. جورج.»&lt;br /&gt;قصه را از همان جایی كه پسرك بریده بود ادامه دادم، چون می‌دیدم خیلی مشتاق است آخرش را بشنود.&lt;br /&gt;«باباش بهش گفت...»&lt;br /&gt;كلارس پرسید «جورج به كی گفت؟»&lt;br /&gt;«نه، باباش به جورج گفت.»&lt;br /&gt;«آهان.»&lt;br /&gt;«بهش گفت كه وقت كار با تبر مراقب باشی كه...»&lt;br /&gt;«تبر كی؟»&lt;br /&gt;«وای خدای من! جورج.»&lt;br /&gt;«آهان.»&lt;br /&gt;«وقت كار با تبر مراقب باش دستت‌رو نبُری یا یه‌وقت نیندازیش تو منبع آب یا تو چمن‌ها ول نكنی. جورج تبر به دست می‌چرخید و هر چی به دستش می‌رسید قطع می‌کرد. آخر سر هم رفت سر وقت درخت سیبی كه مورد علاقه‌ی باباش بود و زد اون رو هم قطع کرد و...»&lt;br /&gt;«كی کرد؟»&lt;br /&gt;«جورج.»&lt;br /&gt;«آهان.»&lt;br /&gt;«وقتی باباش اومد خونه، تا چشمش افتاد...»&lt;br /&gt;«به تبر؟»&lt;br /&gt;«نه، به درخت سیب. گفت كی درخت منو قطع کرده؟»&lt;br /&gt;«درخت چی؟»&lt;br /&gt;«درخت سیبِ بابای جورج. از هر كی می‌پرسید می‌گفت نمی‌دونم كار كیه.»&lt;br /&gt;«چی كار كیه؟»&lt;br /&gt;«قطع کردن درخت.»&lt;br /&gt;«آهان.»&lt;br /&gt;«وقتی جورج شنید دارن حرفشو می‌زنن...»&lt;br /&gt;«كیا؟»&lt;br /&gt;«باباش و بقیه آدم‌ها.»&lt;br /&gt;«حرف چی رو می‌زنن؟»&lt;br /&gt;«حرف درخت رو.»&lt;br /&gt;«كدوم درخت؟»&lt;br /&gt;«درخت سیبی كه جورج قطع کرده بود.»&lt;br /&gt;«جورج؟»&lt;br /&gt;«جورج واشنگتن.»&lt;br /&gt;«آهان.»&lt;br /&gt;«خلاصه، وقتی جورج شنید دارن حرفشو می‌زنن...»&lt;br /&gt;«چرا درخت رو قطع کرد؟»&lt;br /&gt;«فقط واسه این‌كه تبرشو امتحان كنه.»&lt;br /&gt;«تبر مال كی بود؟»&lt;br /&gt;«مال خودش. باباش بهش داده بود.»&lt;br /&gt;«به كی؟»&lt;br /&gt;«به جورج واشنگتن!»&lt;br /&gt;«خلاصه، جورج رفت جلو گفت پدر! من نمی‌تونم دروغ بگم. این...»&lt;br /&gt;«كی نمی‌توانست دروغ بگه؟»&lt;br /&gt;«جورج واشنگتن دیگه. گفت بابا من نمی‌تونم دروغ بگم. این درخت...»&lt;br /&gt;«باباش نمی‌تونست دروغ بگه؟»&lt;br /&gt;«نه! جورج نمی‌تونست.»&lt;br /&gt;«آهان جورج. آهان.»&lt;br /&gt;«این درخت سیب رو من قطع كردم، من...»&lt;br /&gt;«یعنی باباش.»&lt;br /&gt;«نه، نه! یعنی جورج. جورج این رو گفت.»&lt;br /&gt;«گفت باباشو بریده؟»&lt;br /&gt;«نه، نه، نه. گفت درختِ باباشو قطع کرده.»&lt;br /&gt;«درخت جورج رو؟»&lt;br /&gt;«نه، نه. درخت سیب باباش رو!»&lt;br /&gt;«آهان!»&lt;br /&gt;«گفت كه...»&lt;br /&gt;«باباش گفت؟»&lt;br /&gt;«نه، نه، نه. جورج گفت. گفت پدر، من نمی‌تونم دروغ بگم. من با تبر كوچیكم این كار رو كردم. باباش هم گفت عزیزم. من حاضرم هزار تا درختم قطع بشه، ولی تو دروغ نگی.»&lt;br /&gt;«جورج گفت؟»&lt;br /&gt;«نه. باباش گفت.»&lt;br /&gt;«گفت حاضره هزار تا درخت سیب داشته باشه؟»&lt;br /&gt;«نه، نه! گفت حاضره هزار تا درخت سیبش رو از دست بده، ولی...»&lt;br /&gt;«گفت حاضره جورج رو...؟»&lt;br /&gt;«نه، گفت حاضره هزار تا درخت سیب رو از دست بده، ولی پسرش دروغ نگه.»&lt;br /&gt;«آهان! فهمیدم. جورج حاضره باباش دروغ نگه.»&lt;br /&gt;من آدم با صبر و حوصله‌ای هستم و عاشق بچه‌ها، اما به جان خودم، اگر خانم كارترز در آن لحظه حساس، برای بردن پسر نابغه‌اش سر نرسیده بود، نمی‌دانم چه اتفاقی می‌افتاد. كلارس همان‌طور كه داشت با مادرش 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talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-115602386621777245?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115602386621777245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=115602386621777245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette : A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire&lt;br /&gt;at one end and a fool on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic : A book which people praise, but do not read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committee : Individuals who can do nothing individually&lt;br /&gt;and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise : The art of dividing a cake in such a way&lt;br /&gt;that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference Room : A place where everybody talks, nobody&lt;br /&gt;listens and everybody disagrees later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal : A guy no different from the rest....except that he got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary : A place where success comes before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diplomat: A person who tells you to go to hell in such&lt;br /&gt;a way that you actually look forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you with his bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc . : A sign to make others believe that you know more&lt;br /&gt;than you actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience : The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father : A banker provided by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture : An art of transferring information from the&lt;br /&gt;notes of the lecturer to the notes of the students without passing&lt;br /&gt;through the minds of either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miser : A person who lives poor so that he can die rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office : A place where you can relax after your&lt;br /&gt;strenuous home life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunist : A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally&lt;br /&gt;falls into a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimist : A person who while falling from Eiffel tower&lt;br /&gt;says in midway "See I am not injured yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosopher : A fool who torments himself during life,&lt;br /&gt;to be spoken of when dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politician : One who shakes your hand before elections&lt;br /&gt;and your confidence after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile : A curve that can set a lot of things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears : The hydraulic force by which masculine&lt;br /&gt;will-power is defeated by feminine water power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn : The only time some married men ever get to open&lt;br /&gt;their mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-115567901472918982?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115567901472918982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=115567901472918982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-115183734114638039?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115183734114638039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=115183734114638039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/115183734114638039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/115183734114638039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-115108543902993721</id><published>2006-06-23T21:22:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:27:19.066+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>There was a blind boy who used to hate everyone except his Girlfriend........he always used to say that I"ll marry you if i could see !! suddenly one day some one donated his eyes.......and then when he saw his Girlfriend......he was astonished to see that his Girlfriend was also blind........ His Girlfriend then asked...WILL YOU MARRY ME NOW ? he simply refused.......... His Girlfriend went away saying.... JUST TAKE CARE OF MY EYES !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-115108543902993721?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115108543902993721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=115108543902993721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/115108543902993721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/115108543902993721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-114418331576717827</id><published>2006-04-05T00:10:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:11:55.780+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Mr. PourGanji's 20 questionnaire... (to make you commit suicide ;))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/amir.cpp"&gt;https://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/amir.cpp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-114418331576717827?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114418331576717827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=114418331576717827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/114418331576717827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/114418331576717827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2006/04/mr-pourganjis-20-questionnaire-to-make_05.html' title='Mr. PourGanji&apos;s 20 questionnaire... (to make you commit suicide ;))'/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-114327956010190039</id><published>2006-03-25T12:47:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:09:20.113+03:30</updated><title type='text'>To spruce this dilapidated blog up...a bit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/1600/DSC03034_60-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kish has just finished.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;looking for a new institute... ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-114327956010190039?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114327956010190039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=114327956010190039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/114327956010190039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/114327956010190039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-spruce-this-dilapidated-blog-upa.html' title='To spruce this dilapidated blog up...a bit...'/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-114319415774804444</id><published>2006-03-24T13:18:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:25:57.756+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello World!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-114319415774804444?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114319415774804444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=114319415774804444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/114319415774804444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/114319415774804444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-112514502237503548</id><published>2005-08-27T17:59:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:49:08.263+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Asbe Zang mizane Sirk mige man ye asb hastam aya onja kari bara man peyda mishe?? Taraf mige shoma honaretoon chie? Asbe mige Dayoos mage nemibini daram harf mizanam !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+++++++ +++++++ +++++++ +++++++ +++++++ +++++++ +++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Generally speaking a “girlfriend” or “boyfriend” is someone whom you&lt;br /&gt;a) love&lt;br /&gt;b) have sex with&lt;br /&gt;and c) want to build a successful relationship with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+++++++ +++++++ +++++++ +++++++ +++++++ +++++++ +++++++ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;torke mire ba 206 mosafer mizane 4 nafar savar mikone badesh khaily tond mire avaly mige agha khaily dary tond miri, mige tahala 206 dashty mige na torke mige pas Khafe shoo hamintor sorat mirebala va ta nafare 3 hamin javabo mide 4 omin nafar mige agha khaily dary tond miri, mige tahala 206 dashty yaroo mige are mige pas begoo tormozesh kodoome!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-112514502237503548?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/112514502237503548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=112514502237503548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112514502237503548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112514502237503548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/08/asbe-zang-mizane-sirk-mige-man-ye-asb.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-112498477396589075</id><published>2005-08-25T20:11:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:53:49.153+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ed io mi accorgo che&lt;br /&gt;che tutto intorno a me, a me&lt;br /&gt;musica e'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti ascoltero perche&lt;br /&gt;Sei musica per me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What we have once enjoyed we can never lose.&lt;br /&gt;All that we love deeply becomes a part of us." Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta naameh Charlie Chaplin be dokhtaresh... zire khatte akharesho ba ghermez khat keshidam:&lt;br /&gt;"انسان باش، پاکدل و یکدل، زیرا که گرسنه بودن، صدقه گرفتن و در فقر مردن هزار بار قابل تحمل تر از پست و بی عاطفه بودن است"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only service a friend can really render is to keep your courage by holding up to you a mirror in which you can see a noble image of yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is dangerous to be sincere unless you are also stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raftam "KISH" language Institute baraye ta'een e sath ke bebinim dar che sathi hastam... taraf ba'd az salaam o ahvaalporsi o ...... goft hala bekhay beri koja miri goftam canada.. hala gir dadeh bood ke canada sardeh! chera nemiri yejaaye mo'tadel tar! .. mikhastam begam akheh be to che! man esfandiam.. sarma doost daram.. tazeh sh ham 70 rooz too kavir zire aftab boodam baraye 7 poshtam bass eh.. hey mikhastam begam NON OF YOUR BUSINESS! FUCK OFF! :D:D!!! ke digeh didam adame mohtarami eh dareh test mikoneh conversational skills e English e mano.. goftam bi khiyal narahat misheh ;):P&lt;br /&gt;kholase akharesh maraatebe ta'ajjon o boht o shegefti o KAF ro be amal aavord ke to jeddi jeddi class zaban narafti ta hala?.,. pas az koja...? .... goftam movies, books, internet... goft yani masalan Voice chat ba headphone o ina?... goftam na... [behesh nagoftam computeram microphone nadaaareh ke bekham voice chat konam:D:D!]... digeh KAF vardashteh bood otagheh ro.. ke goft BABA TALENTED! ... BABA TO DIGEH KI HASTI...CHAND SAAL TEAM MELLI HASTI..... !!!?!?!!!! manam hey Thank You thank you mikardam... ba khodam goftam in alan fekr mikoneh man faghat baladam begam thank you/.... be man che?! khodesh hey ta'rif mikard... !!!!&lt;br /&gt;akharesh ham sath e mano nevesht: UI-Low&lt;br /&gt;raftam porsidam goft yani "UI 1,2,3"&lt;br /&gt;laabod be 3taye 4,5,6 esh ham migam High!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kholase Upper-Intermediate shodim raft peye kaaresh&lt;br /&gt;bichareh doostam ke vasam porsid o behem goft ke ta'een e sath esh keyeh khodesh PI-2 eh ... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/1600/DSC01103_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;BABA UI!&lt;br /&gt;BABA ....!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kholaseh eraadat darim!&lt;br /&gt;man motealleghe be hameh hastam!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be ghole hasani, man digar harfi nadaram, to ham boro, ta hafteye ba'd&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-112478495670392508</id><published>2005-08-23T12:44:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-08-23T12:45:56.713+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Long, long, long, long gone&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a happy boy&lt;br /&gt;It's long, long, long, long gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's over!"&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I've got myself outta sorta trouble, sorta addiction..&lt;br /&gt;such a feeling of freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, It's time to have fun, Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessed are the thoughtfull&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye khanoum: Alo, police 110? ye mardi oomade too khooneye man...alan varede otagham shod...alan be man hamle kard...mishe baraye dastgirish...akhjoOoOn...farda sobh biayd?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midoonin arezo0ye jo0je tighi chie?ye nafar ro0 saresh daste navazesh bekeshe!!!&lt;br /&gt;:( ( me2 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rooze ghyamat khoda mige zan zalila beran oon taraf.chand nafar miran.2bare mige goftam zan zalila beran oon taraf.baz chand nafare dg miran,2 bare khoda mige mage nemigam zan zalila beran oon taraf,baz chand nafare dige miran,khoda mige migaaam zan zalila beran oon taraf,dige hame miran be joz 1 nafar,khoda be oon mige mage to zan zalil nisti?!mige omran age bedoone ejazeie zanam az inja tekoon bokhoram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;یه روزی دو تا "نی نی"پیش هم خوابیده بودن پسره به دختره می گه :تو دختری یا پسری ..دختره می گه نمی دونم ..! پسره می گه خوب بذار من برم ببینم ..میره زیر پاهاشو میاد می گه :دختری ...می گه :از کجا فهمیدی ؟؟؟...پسره میگه:آخه جورابت صورتیه.....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be salamati gav chon ke nagoft man goft ma. be salamati kerme khaki na be khatere kermesh be khatere khaki boodansh. be salamati divar ke har mardo namardi behesh tekie mikone. be salamati morche ke hichki ashkesho nadide. be salamati khiar na be khatere khish be khatere yaresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Research on how many women wanted to sleep with Bill Clinton!&lt;br /&gt;Yes 1%&lt;br /&gt;No 2%&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;97% Not Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عزیزم دیشب وقتی رو من خوابیدی بهترین شب زندگیم بود چقدر تو داغ و گرم بودی داشتم آتیش می گرفتم چه پوست نرم و لطیفی داشتی ولی خودمونیم چه عرقی ازم در آوردی خلاصه هی تو می چر خی رو من هی من می چرخم رو تو دوست دارم ای پتوی گلبافت ..همیشه با پتوی گلبافت&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doost dashtan,mesle pakon e tahe medad etode!! ........ya enghadr delet nemiad azash estefade koni ta gom mishe!....... ya enghadr gazesh migiri ta hichi azash nemimone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;دايناسوره به دوست دخترش ميگه بيا بريم خونه ما هيشكي نيست ! ميگه نميام ! دايناسوره ميگه همين كارارو كردين كه نسلمون منقرض شد ديگه !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zane rashtiye mire psihe shoharesh mige : in hamsaye qazvinimoon har vaght to nisti miyad mano mikone.yaroo mige : velesh kon divooonas vaghti to nisti miyad manam mikone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhunde mire ro manbar dad mizad: in che vazie mantoha kootah . kamaresh tang. sinehash bazo chasboon ye yaro dadmizane hoooy oomadi ashkemoono dar biari ya abemoono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dastanam ra dorat halgheh mikonam sardie tanat ra bar dastanam ehsas mikonam labanam ra bar labanat mi gozaram va shire janat ra minosham ei shishe noshabeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******* *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;زنه رشتيه دير مياد خونه. شوهرش ازاش مي پرسه خانم جان چرا دير اومدي...؟&lt;br /&gt;زنه ميگه آخه يه مرده آفتاده بود پشته سرم..مرتيکه اينقد يواش راه ميومد!&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/5510819-112478495670392508?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/112478495670392508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=112478495670392508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112478495670392508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112478495670392508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-its-gone-long-long-long-long-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-112378859195461242</id><published>2005-08-11T23:57:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:59:51.960+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hamishe vase kasi bekhand ke midooni be khatere to shad mishe hamishe vase kasi gerye kon ke midooni vaghti ghosedary va ashk mirizi barat ashk mirize baraye kasi ghose bokhor ke barat ghose mikhore va dar akhar ashegh ka30 sho ke bedooni asheghte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-112378859195461242?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-112327477736839712</id><published>2005-08-06T01:11:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-08-06T01:29:54.176+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doost e khoshgele man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Park Mellat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dishab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/1600/DSC00592%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/400/DSC00592%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/1600/DSC00593%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/400/DSC00593%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/1600/DSC00594%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/400/DSC00594%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/1600/DSC00596%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/400/DSC00596%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ey jaan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/1600/DSC00595%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/196/400/DSC00595%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaaaan :-*:-*:-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-112327477736839712?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/112327477736839712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=112327477736839712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112327477736839712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112327477736839712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/08/doost-e-khoshgele-manpark-mellatdishab.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-112302146371103029</id><published>2005-08-03T02:53:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-08-03T02:54:23.743+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you must lie,&lt;br /&gt;lie in the arms of the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must steal,&lt;br /&gt;steal away from bad company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must cheat,&lt;br /&gt;cheat death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you must drink,&lt;br /&gt;drink in the moments that take your breath away. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HITCH&lt;/strong&gt;-The Movie [2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A film worth watching, indeed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-112302146371103029?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/112302146371103029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=112302146371103029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112302146371103029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112302146371103029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/08/never-lie-steal-cheat-or-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-112256203295791698</id><published>2005-07-28T19:11:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-07-28T19:17:12.966+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 576px; HEIGHT: 902px" height="1275" src="https://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha2/DSC00299.JPG" width="220" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;درس: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;مدار&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;های الکتریکی 1&lt;br /&gt;استاد: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;استاد آیت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a friend of mine out there&lt;br /&gt;whom I have encountered a problem with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did everything you can imagine to fix the problem&lt;br /&gt;but got no good advantage, whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, &amp; thought, &amp;amp; thought&lt;br /&gt;and came to a point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should I confine the problem solving just up to my mind?&lt;br /&gt;she've got a genius mind, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there would be a time for her turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I   suppose   this   is   the   time&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/5510819-112256203295791698?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/112256203295791698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=112256203295791698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112256203295791698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112256203295791698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/07/1-theres-friend-of-mine-out-there-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-112145808086108617</id><published>2005-07-16T00:36:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:38:00.870+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3455516-lg.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=3455516"&gt;She&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=3455516"&gt;by Vlad Mereuta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let me feel your pain kept inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BackStreet Boys                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never Gone (2005)&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/5510819-112145808086108617?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/112145808086108617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=112145808086108617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112145808086108617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112145808086108617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/07/sheby-vlad-mereuta-let-me-feel-your.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-112135823139978402</id><published>2005-07-14T20:51:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-07-14T20:53:51.406+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, make a wish&lt;br /&gt;That this could last forever&lt;br /&gt;If only ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BackStreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;Never Gone (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent&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/5510819-112135823139978402?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/112135823139978402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=112135823139978402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112135823139978402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112135823139978402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/07/close-your-eyes-make-wish-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-112072495675486121</id><published>2005-07-07T12:57:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:59:16.920+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;از :&lt;a href="http://www.sharghnewspaper.com/840414/html/cinema.htm"&gt; گفت وگو با «جيم كرى» درباره بازيگرى در سينما&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;• البته تو زرنگى خاص خودت را دارى. هم در «مجستيك» بازى مى كنى كه طرفداران محدودترى دارد، هم در «بروس توانا» كه كمدى ديوانه وارى است و در همه دنيا طرفدار پيدا كرد.&lt;br /&gt;خب، من هيچ تضمينى نداده ام كه آن نوع كمدى را كنار بگذارم. هر وقت فكر كنم به آن نوع كمدى نياز دارم، حتماً به سراغش مى روم. به خاطر همين بود كه در بروس توانا بازى كردم. بعد از نمايش فيلم، با چند كشيش دوست شدم كه مى گفتند بازى من به اندازه هزار اندرز آنها مهم است. از شنيدن حرف آنها خوشحال شدم.&lt;br /&gt;• ادامه اين نوع بازى را مى شود در فيلم «آفتاب ابدى يك ذهن بى لك» ديد. كمدى نامتعارف «ميشل گوندرى» با بازى تو به چيزى توضيح ناپذير تبديل شده است. من آفتاب ابدى يك ذهن بى لك را دوست دارم، اما موقعى كه از سينما بيرون آمدم نمى دانستم داستانش را چه طور تعريف كنم. موقعى كه مى خواستى در فيلم بازى كنى، گوندرى داستان فيلم را برايت تعريف كرد؟ از او خواستى كه اين كار را برايت بكند؟&lt;br /&gt;داستان فيلم را در همان حد طرح اوليه مى دانستم. همين حد براى من كافى بود. بقيه اش به عهده خود گوندرى بود. ولى چيزى كه براى من اهميت داشت، علاوه بر ايده اوليه فيلم نگاه گوندرى بود به مقوله دوست داشتن و دوست نداشتن. در زندگى روزمره، خيلى اوقات آدمى را دوست داريم و سعى مى كنيم وقتمان را با او بگذرانيم. دست كم در ظاهر طورى رفتار مى كنيم كه انگار به او علاقه مند هستيم و هر كارى كه بخواهد و از دستمان بربيايد، برايش انجام مى دهيم. اما موقعى كه ورق برگردد، طورى رفتار مى كنيم كه انگار آن آدم را قبلاً هيچ وقت نديده ايم. من اين رفتارها را دوست ندارم. ايده گوندرى عالى بود و «چارلى كافمن» هم موقع نوشتن آن را بسط داد. بعد از اين كه گوندرى به اين نتيجه رسيد كه من بايد در فيلم بازى كنم، قرارى گذاشتيم تا من و چارلى با هم آشنا شويم. در طول اين ديدار كه فقط نيم ساعت طول كشيد، فقط من حرف مى زدم و چارلى فقط سر تكان مى داد. آدامسى هم گوشه دهنش بود كه به خاطرش مجبور بود مدام دهنش را بجنباند. بعد از اين ديدار، چارلى چيزهايى را از فيلمنامه حذف كرد و چيزهاى ديگرى را به آن اضافه كرد. شب افتتاحيه فيلم خبرنگارها از من مى خواستند كه درباره بازى ام در اين فيلم حرف بزنم. كار سختى بود. هنوز نمى دانم در اين فيلم چه كرده ام. لابد چون همه چيز فيلم خوب بوده، بازى من هم طبيعى از كار درآمده است. اما يك چيزى هم هست كه دلم مى خواهد همين جا بگويم. اگر كسى جز «كيت وينسلت» روبه روى من بازى مى كرد، محال بود به نتيجه خوبى برسيم. يادم است آن صحنه اتوبوس را با يكى دو برداشت گرفتيم و خود گوندرى هم شگفت زده شده بود. چون فكر مى كرد دست كم به شش يا هفت برداشت احتياج است. آفتاب ابدى يك ذهن بى لك سخت ترين فيلمى است كه تا حالا بازى كرده ام. دوست ندارم در فيلم هايم فقط تماشاگرها را بخندانم. دوست دارم يك هفته بعد از ديدن فيلم، موقعى كه در خانه خودشان نشسته اند و به كارى مشغول هستند، ياد صحنه اى به خصوص بيفتند و از خنده روده بر شوند. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; "درخشش ابدی یک ذهن پاک"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; «آفتاب ابدى يك ذهن بى لك»&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-112072495675486121?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/112072495675486121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=112072495675486121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/112072495675486121'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://sherryasal.persianblog.com/1383_11_sherryasal_archive.html#3074926"&gt;پنجشنبه، 15 بهمن، 1383 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;مردی بود که زنی را که آن زن مرد ديگری را، که وی زن ديگری را دوست می داشت، دوست می داشت&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اميدم،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;سلام&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;پس تو هم ميخوا نی، انچه من مينويسم، پس تو هم ميد انی که "انسان بودن و ما ندن چه دوشوا ر است.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;پس ميدانی که چه زجری ميکشد آنکه به با احساس بودن محکوم است.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;پس ميدانی .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ديروز ياد کتا ب" عشق سا لها ی وبا" نو شته گا بريل گا رسيا ما رکز افتادم. می دا نم که نخوا نده اي.تو هيچ کتا بی نخوا نده ای.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تو در دنيا ی وا قعی زندگی می کردی، خا رج از کتا بها. خا رج از همه فلسفه با فی های روشنفکر ما آ بانه. تو مثل زندگی حقيقی بودی. و اين حقيقت تو بود که مرا ترسند. لمس عشقت حقيقی تر از همه کتا بها ی عالم بود.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ای کا ش نبو د. ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;برا يم نوشته ای:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;روزگا ری من و دل سا کن کويی بوديم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;سا کن کوی بت عربده جويی بوديم.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;آن روزگار، سالها ی وبا بود. سال عشق های يک طرفه،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عشق تو به من،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عشق من به دنيا ی خودم،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عشق ديگری به تو&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................و ديگری آ مد . ديگر ی تو و ديگری من.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;برزخ، دوزخ، بهشت، جهنم،گنا ه، وجدان، عشق، نفرت همه و همه در سايه ديگری محو خواهد شد.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;از آن روز ها فقط خاطرات "وبا" باقی ميماند. عشق هما ن وباست. يا ميميری يا زنده ميما نی.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اميدم،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;خاطرات سالهای وبا تعريف کردنی نيست. ديگری هرگز نخواهد فهميد. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sherryasal.persianblog.com/1383_11_sherryasal_archive.html#3074926"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sheyda shirazi نوشته شده در ساعت 3:5 توسط &lt;/span&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/5510819-111832482546017179?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111832482546017179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111832482546017179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111832482546017179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111832482546017179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/06/15-1383.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111817127498464092</id><published>2005-06-07T23:17:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:47:23.060+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, I came to a point;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know why God had created someone, once... first of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111817127498464092?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111817127498464092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111817127498464092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111817127498464092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111817127498464092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/06/recently-i-came-to-point-now-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111773976016927886</id><published>2005-06-02T23:45:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:46:00.196+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ENDING WANTED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A charming, auburn-haired nurse tells the story.&lt;br /&gt;She bent over the bed of one badly wounded man and asked him if he would like anything to read.&lt;br /&gt;The soldier fixed a humorous eye on her and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Miss, can you get me a nice novel? I'd like one about a golden-haired girl and a wounded soldier with a happy ending."&lt;br /&gt;After this the pretty nurse looks down contemptuously on civilian compliments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111773976016927886?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111773976016927886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111773976016927886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111773976016927886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111773976016927886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-ending-wanted-charming-auburn.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111739207274257437</id><published>2005-05-29T23:11:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:11:12.770+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Searchin' for intimacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/04-16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111739207274257437?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111739207274257437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111739207274257437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111739207274257437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111739207274257437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/05/status-searchin-for-intimacy.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111618410760693044</id><published>2005-05-15T23:38:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:38:27.613+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There is something wrong!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say there's something wrong,&lt;br /&gt;you can deny it,&lt;br /&gt;justify it,&lt;br /&gt;ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;don't believe in it,&lt;br /&gt;refuse it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but still there is something wrong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL IT,&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE BLOODY RED OF SUNSHINE ON THE CLOSED EYELIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is something wrong!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111618410760693044?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111618410760693044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111618410760693044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111618410760693044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111618410760693044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/05/there-is-something-wrong-when-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111574794008640651</id><published>2005-05-10T22:11:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:29:00.093+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"They do not love that do not show their love." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;«.آنان که عشق خود را آشکار نکنند، معشوق نخواهند بود»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111574794008640651?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111574794008640651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111574794008640651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111574794008640651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111574794008640651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/05/they-do-not-love-that-do-not-show.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111546199927558043</id><published>2005-05-07T15:11:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:03:20.026+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sarah Connor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Sarah With Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so many years we were friends&lt;br /&gt;And yes I always knew what we could do&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;so many tears&lt;/span&gt; in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Felt the night you said&lt;br /&gt;That love had come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I thought you were not my kind&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could never feel for you&lt;br /&gt;The passion and love you were feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And so you left&lt;br /&gt;For someone new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you’re far and away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sending a letter today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;br /&gt;She’d got the lover she is dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She never found the words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that today&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna send her letter to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;br /&gt;She took your picture to the stars above&lt;br /&gt;And they told her it is true&lt;br /&gt;She could dare to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;So don’t make her &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; when she writes to you&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So maybe the chance for romance&lt;br /&gt;Is like a train to catch before it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it’s just an illusion&lt;br /&gt;To hope behind the clouds&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I’ll keep on hoping and praying&lt;br /&gt;There will be a day when we meet again&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll keep on waiting and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;You’re strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To understand&lt;br /&gt;As long as you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sending a letter each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;br /&gt;She took your picture to the stars above&lt;br /&gt;And they told her it is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;She could dare to fall in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t make her blue when she writes to you&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;br /&gt;She’d got the lover she is dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She never found the words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that today&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna send her letter to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She’s gotta know what you are thinking of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;´cause every little now and then&lt;br /&gt;And again and again&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;her heart cries&lt;/span&gt; out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;br /&gt;She’d got the lover she is dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never found - words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ahh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But today, but today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;br /&gt;She took your picture to the stars above&lt;br /&gt;And they told her it is true&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;dare&lt;/span&gt; to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;So don’t make her blue when she writes to you&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coda:&lt;br /&gt;And they told her it is true&lt;br /&gt;She could dare to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;So don’t make me blue when I write to you&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111546199927558043?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111546199927558043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111546199927558043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111546199927558043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111546199927558043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/05/sarah-connor-from-sarah-with-love-for.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111531872697364278</id><published>2005-05-05T23:14:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:15:26.980+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Pretty is as pretty does"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111531872697364278?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111531872697364278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111531872697364278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111531872697364278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111531872697364278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/05/pretty-is-as-pretty-does.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111424179197658500</id><published>2005-04-23T11:55:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:06:31.976+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In Appreciation of April 23rd;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/posure%20of%20shakespeare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, his honour and greatness of his name shall be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Henry VIII, Act V, Scene IV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« هر آنجا که خورشید درخشان آسمان گسترد، شکوه و شرافت نام او خواهید درخشید»&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday William Shakespeare!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111424179197658500?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111424179197658500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111424179197658500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111424179197658500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111424179197658500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-appreciation-of-april-23rd-william.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111417416178819177</id><published>2005-04-22T17:11:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-04-22T17:19:21.790+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHY GOD CREATED CHILDREN&lt;br /&gt;(AND IN THE PROCESS GRANDCHILDREN) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of us who have children in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;whether they are our own,&lt;br /&gt;grandchildren,&lt;br /&gt;nieces,&lt;br /&gt;nephews,&lt;br /&gt;or students...&lt;br /&gt;here is something to make you chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever your children are out of control,&lt;br /&gt;you can take comfort from the thought that&lt;br /&gt;even God's omnipotence did not extend&lt;br /&gt;to His own creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After creating heaven and earth,&lt;br /&gt;God created Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing he said was&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't what?"&lt;br /&gt;Adam replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't eat the forbidden fruit."&lt;br /&gt;God said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forbidden fruit?&lt;br /&gt;We have forbidden fruit?&lt;br /&gt;Hey Eve. we have forbidden fruit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do NOT eat the fruit! "&lt;br /&gt;said God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I am your Creator and I said so! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied,&lt;br /&gt;wondering why He hadn't stopped&lt;br /&gt;creation after making the elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later,&lt;br /&gt;God saw His creatures having an apple break&lt;br /&gt;and He was ticked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't I tell you not to eat the fruit? "&lt;br /&gt;God asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh,"&lt;br /&gt;Adam replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why did you? "&lt;br /&gt;said the God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know,"&lt;br /&gt;said Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She started it! "&lt;br /&gt;Adam said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did not! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did too! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DID NOT! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had it with the two of them,&lt;br /&gt;God's punishment was that Adam and Eve&lt;br /&gt;should have children of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE IS REASSURANCE IN THE STORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give children wisdom and they haven't taken it,&lt;br /&gt;don't be hard on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had trouble raising children,&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think it would be&lt;br /&gt;a piece of cake for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS TO THINK ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You spend the first two years of their life&lt;br /&gt;teaching them to walk and talk. Then you spend&lt;br /&gt;the next sixteen telling them to sit down and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Grandchildren are God's reward&lt;br /&gt;for not killing your own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mothers of teens now know why&lt;br /&gt;some animals eat their young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Children seldom misquote you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact,&lt;br /&gt;they usually repeat word for word&lt;br /&gt;what you shouldn't have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The main purpose of holding children's parties&lt;br /&gt;is to remind yourself that there are children&lt;br /&gt;more awful than your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We childproofed our homes,&lt;br /&gt;but they are still getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAVE A LOT OF TENSION&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU GET A HEADACHE,&lt;br /&gt;DO WHAT IT SAYS&lt;br /&gt;ON THE ASPIRIN BOTTLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TAKE TWO ASPIRIN"&lt;br /&gt;AND "KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111417416178819177?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111417416178819177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111417416178819177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111417416178819177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111417416178819177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-god-created-children-and-in.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111332931390183331</id><published>2005-04-12T22:28:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:38:33.903+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forbiden.persianblog.com/#3349990"&gt;:آبی ِ عشق&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forbiden.persianblog.com/#3349990"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forbiden.persianblog.com/#3349990"&gt;...دستت رو دورم حلقه کرده بودی&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...صدای نفسهاتو می شنيدم...و صدای ضربان قلب خودم رو&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...دستام رو دورت حلقه کردم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...با خودم فکر کردم که سردته&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...دلم می خواست بگم دوست دارم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....دلم ميخواست ببوسمت&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...و تو.....گفتی که دوست داشتی زمان متوقف می شد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111332931390183331?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111332931390183331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111332931390183331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111332931390183331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111332931390183331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111316048875716093</id><published>2005-04-10T23:38:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:49:54.773+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;بعد از مدتها، یه &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;فـــوتـبـــــال&lt;/span&gt; ِ &lt;/strong&gt;حسابی دیدیم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Real Madrid - Barcelona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's fortune&lt;/strong&gt;: (as told in orkut)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In God we trust; all others must pay cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111316048875716093?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111316048875716093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111316048875716093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111316048875716093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111316048875716093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/04/real-madrid-barcelonap.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111264251437951262</id><published>2005-04-04T23:49:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:51:54.380+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Two nuns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two nuns...&lt;br /&gt;One of them was known as Sister Mathematical (SM), and the other one was known as Sister Logical (SL).&lt;br /&gt;It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent.&lt;br /&gt;SM: Have you noticed that a man has been following us for the past thirty-eight and a half minutes? I wonder what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;SL: It's logical. He wants to rape us.&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes at the most? What can we do?&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster.&lt;br /&gt;SM: It's not working.&lt;br /&gt;SL: Of course it's not working. The man did the only logical thing. He started to walk faster, too.&lt;br /&gt;SM: So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one minute.&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing we can do is split. You go that way and I'll go this way. He cannot follow us both.&lt;br /&gt;So the man decided to follow Sister Logical.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Mathematical arrives at the convent and is worried about what has happened to Sister Logical.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sister Logical arrives.&lt;br /&gt;SM: Sister Logical! Thank God you are here! Tell me what happened!&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing happened. The man couldn't follow us both, so he followed me.&lt;br /&gt;SM: Yes, yes! But what happened then?&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing happened. I started to run as fast as I could and he started to run as fast as he could.&lt;br /&gt;SM: And?&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing happened. He reached me.&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, dear! What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up.&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, Sister! What did the man do?&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants.&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, no! What happened then?&lt;br /&gt;SL: Isn't it logical, Sister?&lt;br /&gt;A nun with her dress up can run faster than man with his pants down.&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who thought it would be dirty, say two Hail Marys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111264251437951262?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111264251437951262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111264251437951262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111264251437951262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111264251437951262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/04/two-nuns-there-were-two-nuns.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111226068162731831</id><published>2005-03-31T14:07:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:08:53.673+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;Here is a "proof" that y = 0:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define f(x,y) := (x+y)^2.&lt;br /&gt;Now substitute x = u-v, and y=u+v. Taking partial derivatives, we see that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;f/&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;x = &lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;f/&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;y = 2(x+y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;x/&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;v = -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;y/&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;v = +1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Chain Rule implies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;f/&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;v = (&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;f/&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;x)(&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;x/&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;v) + (&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;f/&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;y)(&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;y/&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;v) = 2(x+y)(-1) + 2(x+y)(1) = 0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the definition of f(u, v) = (u + v)^2 implies also that &lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;f/&lt;img src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/riddles/blackchars/partial.gif" /&gt;v = 2(u+v) = 2y.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore y = 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus we should never divide by variables named "y" while manipulating equations, because y = 0. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:P:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111226068162731831?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111226068162731831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111226068162731831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111226068162731831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111226068162731831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/03/here-is-proof-that-y-0-define-fxy-xy2.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111170443232226052</id><published>2005-03-25T03:15:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2005-03-25T03:17:12.326+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Latest News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~ I got married!&lt;br /&gt;Although, there's a little problem; I gotta kill some people... become a serial killer... fool the Police... run away... be the Most Dangerous Gangster of all time..  and wait 27 years!&lt;br /&gt;it's easy... isn't it? :D:))&lt;br /&gt;But, BELIEVE ME, BOY!&lt;br /&gt;IT DOES(!) WORTH IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^Recently, I found myself interested in some of iranian singers, a few singers, fewer songs.. such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahyad__Delbar[Video-Clip]&lt;br /&gt;Shahyad__I miss you[Video-Clip]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen__Maa&lt;br /&gt;Helen__[Boro Mosafere man]&lt;br /&gt;Helen__[mitoonim be booseye yavaashaki bargardim]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansour__Gharaaremoon yadet nareh&lt;br /&gt;Mansour__Bad-Akhlagh [I really really like that hilarious Video-Clip]&lt;br /&gt;Mansour__Faghat be khaatere to&lt;br /&gt;Mansour__Vaghti Nisti&lt;br /&gt;(the two ladder items remind me of those years, put me in 'Hemmat' Highway... ...with Hamid... vibrating the whole car.. VAGHTI NISTI...       lolll )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the new phenomenon;&lt;br /&gt;Hengameh!&lt;br /&gt;( Hengameh__Baraye Didane TO )[VideoClip]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her style, her voice, whole her.. remind me of someone...       mmmm.....                else! :D:P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;Today, I saw TROY again.. in TV... it seems everytime I see it.. my wounds renew... seeing the noble Hector.. being killed 'cause of that damn bastard.. Paris..&lt;br /&gt;How hard it is to watch your dear being killed.... oooooooh.... killin' feelin'!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%%%%%%%%%%% I put the "CLOSER-The Movie" on HardDisk.. I saw it twice.. but still I can't erase it and empty the Hard before I get my CDs back in my hands... I really liked 'Natalie Portman' art of acting... she really deserved that Oscar.... [nooshe joonesh! ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###########New Clips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Party For Two'&lt;br /&gt;By: Shania Twain &amp; Mark McGrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...We're gonna party hearty&lt;br /&gt;(Just) Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;(Don't) Don't think about it now&lt;br /&gt;(Don't) Don't even doubt it now&lt;br /&gt;(I'm inviting you to a) party for two..."&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY.. LOVELY...&lt;br /&gt;LOVINGLY CRAZY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Sarah Connor;&lt;br /&gt;'From Zero To Hero' VideoClip... 'ROBOTS' animation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...So this is your time you can take your time&lt;br /&gt;Love ain't a crime so you should make it&lt;br /&gt;This is your live and you'll be living it&lt;br /&gt;From zero to hero..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$$$$$$$ Do you know which is the most precious cash?&lt;br /&gt;1 Dollar?&lt;br /&gt;1 Franc?&lt;br /&gt;1 Yen?&lt;br /&gt;1 Lyra?&lt;br /&gt;1 Ruble?&lt;br /&gt;1 Pound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! The answer is 1 EURO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********Something interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a student was taking a very difficult exam.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the exam, the professor asked all the students to put their pencils down and immediately hand in their papers.&lt;br /&gt;The young man kept writing, although he was warned that if he did not stop immediately, he would be disqualified.&lt;br /&gt;He ignored the warning, finished the test, and went to hand the test to his instructor.&lt;br /&gt;The instructor told him he would not take the papers.&lt;br /&gt;The student asked,"Do you know who I am?"&lt;br /&gt;The instructor said,"No, and I don't care."&lt;br /&gt;So the student walked over to the pile of papers, placed his paper in the middle, then threw the papers in the air. he passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111170443232226052?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111170443232226052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111170443232226052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111170443232226052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111170443232226052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/03/latest-news-i-got-married-although.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111123550228190977</id><published>2005-03-19T16:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-03-19T16:01:42.286+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=2525070"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/2525070-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=2525070"&gt;Circle of life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=2525070"&gt;by: candice Cunningham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111123550228190977?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111123550228190977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111123550228190977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111123550228190977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111123550228190977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/03/circle-of-lifeby-candice-cunningham.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111065954350321574</id><published>2005-03-12T23:52:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-03-13T00:02:23.506+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/movies/info/lnav/moviemain/?http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;id=1808405432&amp;amp;cf=info"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/walt_disney/the_incredibles/holly_hunter/face1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Elastigirl in Disney and Pixar's &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;id=1808405432&amp;amp;cf=info"&gt;The Incredibles&lt;/a&gt; - 2004. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111065954350321574?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111065954350321574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111065954350321574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111065954350321574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111065954350321574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/03/elastigirl-in-disney-and-pixars.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111030894189301171</id><published>2005-03-08T22:24:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:59:09.450+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=3180309"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/14680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ghooo! [Swan]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: khodam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bacheh ke boodam, fekr mikardam Ghaaz ha too gelooshoon chizi gir kardeh ke sedaashoon oonjoori eh.. be baghgiyeh ham migoftam bedoonan! :&gt;:&gt;:D:P ;)] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-111030894189301171?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111030894189301171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111030894189301171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111030894189301171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111030894189301171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/03/ghooo-swanby-khodamdp.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-111005066593728024</id><published>2005-03-05T22:52:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-03-05T22:54:25.940+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;خوشحال و شاد و خندانیم&lt;br /&gt;قدر همدیگه رو میدانیم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(!با لحن اوریجینال)&lt;br /&gt;&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/5510819-111005066593728024?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/111005066593728024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=111005066593728024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111005066593728024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/111005066593728024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110927871300098230</id><published>2005-02-25T00:25:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-02-25T00:28:33.003+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyn.ifilm.com/image/stills/multimedia/photos/k/2642869_i_1_k_.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finding Neverland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy moments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110927871300098230?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110927871300098230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110927871300098230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110927871300098230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110927871300098230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/02/finding-neverland-happy-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110918473819413646</id><published>2005-02-23T22:12:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-02-25T00:22:09.150+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finding Neverland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mo/findingneverland250.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;فقط میگم  خوشم اومد&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;گریه ی منو در آوردن کار راحتی نیست، ... پس، چیزی برای گفتن داشت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الان بعد از 12 ساعت، هنوز حالم خوب نیست... بد روم تاثیر گذاشته&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;دلتنگم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110918473819413646?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110918473819413646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110918473819413646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110918473819413646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110918473819413646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/02/finding-neverland.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110893096692544910</id><published>2005-02-20T23:36:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:52:22.963+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/Princess.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Beautiful Princess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;اینو یه روز که داشتم از ولیعصر برمیگشتم خونه، توی یه بازارچه خوداشتغالی دیدم... انگار با بقیه شون فرق داشت. انگار باهام حرف میزد... خریدمش... از اون روز همیشه رو میزمه.. جلو روم... اونوقتها منو یاد دوستم مینداخت که خیلی دوستش داشتم... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;اون همیشه عاشق بود و عاشقانه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;این هم همیشه عاشقانه ست... داره گل بهت تقدیم میکنه... کی میتونه به یه همچین عسلی اخم کنه؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;مهربونی رو نمیشه پس زد&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110893096692544910?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110893096692544910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110893096692544910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110893096692544910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110893096692544910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-beautiful-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110832578463296661</id><published>2005-02-13T23:43:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:46:24.633+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"be torke migan shoma 14 masooom ro mishnasi?&lt;br /&gt;mige are pas chi.&lt;br /&gt;migan khob nam bebar.&lt;br /&gt;mige ilada ooonjooori ke na age bebinam mishnasameshoon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110832578463296661?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110832578463296661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110832578463296661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110832578463296661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110832578463296661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/02/be-torke-migan-shoma-14-masooom-ro.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110806960930760935</id><published>2005-02-11T01:24:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-02-11T00:36:49.306+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;:آخر یکی از تیزرهای ' اترنال سانشاین' اینو شنیدم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;forever.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;  هم باید قشنگ باشه Finding Neverland &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;باید ببینمش&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you love someone,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that's it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110806960930760935?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110806960930760935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110806960930760935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110806960930760935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110806960930760935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-you-love-someone-thats-it-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110743303537240183</id><published>2005-02-03T15:45:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:25:17.670+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;:چند تا چیز خوب&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Latifa" Tunisian singer:&lt;br /&gt;.... oh.. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;She sang in Music Award.... HHHabeeeeeeeeeeb!.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shrek 2' Original Sound Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;"Accidentally In Love" ~ 2005 Oscar Nominee!!!!! [Come on, come on, stay a little tighter... :D]&lt;br /&gt;"Holding Out For A Hero" By: Jennifer Saunders [O, I love this song... C minor.. hey! put it in C minor!!... :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the beautiful, the perfect, the one; "Andrea Bocelli" news:&lt;br /&gt;It's a pleasure to have Bocelli's 2004 Album 'andrea' after 2.5 months from release date in Europe [November 9th 2004]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and may god bring peace and justice all over the world." [ShoKrAN!! Latifa!!!:-***]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, my Philippinean Pixie friend[she's a she!] came online... visiting 'Neelgoon' asked me 'the whisper in the ears' poem is for my gurl?!!&lt;br /&gt;made me think ... I replied.. It WAS for my gIrl!... but.. it seems she's girl... I didn't checked it exactly! ;)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't have a GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have a friend&lt;br /&gt;Me: that it seems she is a girl...&lt;br /&gt;Pixie: yah..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I didn't check exactly!;)&lt;br /&gt;Pixie  : :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOW!&lt;br /&gt;"Sarah Connor", German singer is so sexy...&lt;br /&gt;check her composition: Let's get back to bed, boy!&lt;br /&gt;!!?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Point, Sarah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of not Falling in love.. [it sounds foolish.. falling.. resembles falling in a pit or puddle... ayyyyyy!!]&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of dedicating love... [it sounds majestic] but it's not a good,.. good.. but it's not FaiR!&lt;br /&gt;you know... luv 's watt aaall weee neeed.. [when you're lyin' heeer' immmay arms.. :D] and grows in a friendly atmosphere.. we do grow it.. and we grow through it.. so, Be KiND! DARE to go where yur dreams flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^`^`^`^`^`^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Drew Barrymore... ;;)&lt;br /&gt;this 4th Esfand is OuR BiRthDaY! :&gt;:&gt;:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', she drives me CRREY'..ZZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what the hell is going on her wild mind,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doug.le.home.comcast.net/drew1.jpg"&gt;http://doug.le.home.comcast.net/drew1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey, check the RED of lips... wow.. that's the soul of red...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this that(!!?!) you know what to do with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's an anGelIc face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a paradise, I'd probably pick one of these angles;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.5in9.com/graphics/drew_barrymore_p72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelangelo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sculptor e Esfandi !!&lt;br /&gt;kojaayi ke ye model baraye mojassameye fereshteh t injaa st; Drew Barrymore!&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/5510819-110743303537240183?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110743303537240183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110743303537240183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110743303537240183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110743303537240183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/02/o-she-drives-me-crrey.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110701476516029046</id><published>2005-01-29T19:34:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:54:23.506+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eroticart.ws/minspoll/04-16.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eroticart.ws/minspoll/foto-oct/04-16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eroticart.ws/minspoll/04-16.php"&gt;http://www.eroticart.ws/minspoll/04-16.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Geniusity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Intelligent photographer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Magic shot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110701476516029046?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110701476516029046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110701476516029046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110701476516029046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110701476516029046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110701421195840588</id><published>2005-01-29T19:20:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-01-30T12:52:10.853+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eroticart.ws/minspoll/IMG_4310.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/IMG_4310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eroticart.ws/minspoll/IMG_4310.php"&gt;By: Baranov Evgeny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;Original&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110701421195840588?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110701421195840588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110701421195840588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110701421195840588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110701421195840588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/01/by-baranov-evgeny-art-original.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110650584774597462</id><published>2005-01-23T22:10:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:57:18.540+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;نیاز دارید Global!!! به یه ذهن فوتوگرافیک!، یه دل نیمه شکسته!!، و یه دید Eternal Sunshine برای دیدن و فهمیدن&lt;br /&gt;در صورت موجود نبودن انواع باکیفیت از اقلام ذکر شده، به هیچ وجه نسبت به دیدن این فیلم مبادرت نورزید&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;خواهید شد Originalکه موجب تلف شدن وقت خود و بستن افترا به این اثر&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110650584774597462?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110650584774597462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110650584774597462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110650584774597462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110650584774597462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/01/global-eternal-sunshine-original.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110487947140870008</id><published>2005-01-05T02:26:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:00:05.860+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;تا حالا پرواز کردین؟ لذت غوطه ور بودن توی هوا رو حس کردین؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110487947140870008?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110487947140870008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110487947140870008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110487947140870008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110487947140870008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110444563711203502</id><published>2004-12-31T01:55:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:47:04.726+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338013/quotes"&gt;Memorable Quotes from "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/Re-exposure%20of%20eternalsunshine05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, check this;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/top_250_films"&gt;IMDB.com Top 250 movies chart&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338013/"&gt;Eternal Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; stands in 33rd place with a rating average of &lt;strong&gt;8.6&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!! [1st is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0068646/"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/a&gt; with a average of &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This's my favorite position, never happened yet;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/Re-exposure%20of%20Eternal_Sunshine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;: You're really nice... God, I have to stop saying that! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a align="center"&gt;: You don't tell me things, Joel. I'm an open book. I tell you everything, every damn, embarrassing thing. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;: Joely? What if you stay this time? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/"&gt;Joel&lt;/a&gt;: I walked out the door. There's no memory left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Come back and make up a goodbye at least, let's pretend we had one... Goodbye, Joel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;: ...I love you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;: ...Meet me in Montauk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/"&gt;Joel&lt;/a&gt;: I don't see anything I don't like about you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;: I'm gonna marry you... I know it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/"&gt;Joel&lt;/a&gt;: Ummm... okay... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;[4-year-old Joel watches his mother leave the room]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/"&gt;4-Year-Old Joel&lt;/a&gt;: I really want her to pick me up. It's amazing how strong that feeling is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;: My embarrassing admission is I really like that you're nice, right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Joel calls Clem on the telephone] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;: What took you so long? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/"&gt;Joel&lt;/a&gt;: I just walked in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;: Do you miss me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/"&gt;Joel&lt;/a&gt;: Oddly enough, I do! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;: You said "I do" - I guess that means we're married! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/"&gt;Joel&lt;/a&gt;: I guess so! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Clementine&lt;/a&gt;: I would like you to call me. Would you do that? I'd like it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110444563711203502?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110444563711203502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110444563711203502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110444563711203502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110444563711203502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/12/memorable-quotes-from-eternal-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110421999299310364</id><published>2004-12-28T11:15:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:01:23.180+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most appreciable thing in the whole world is "Intimacy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy,&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;And closeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, my dear friend has been telling me one fact;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The astonishing point of love-making is when you don't think of yourself, don't care of your enjoyment, and just do try to give pleasure to your partner as much as you can, and he/she is trying just to give you pleasure, too.&lt;br /&gt;that's why you both fly to heavens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110421999299310364?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110421999299310364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110421999299310364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110421999299310364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110421999299310364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/12/most-appreciable-thing-in-whole-world.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110397609701511735</id><published>2004-12-25T15:24:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-12-25T15:44:26.560+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/folder?folder_id=383364"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/2628664-lg%20Nicky_2..jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/folder?folder_id=383364"&gt;Nicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/folder?folder_id=383364"&gt;by Chester Nicholls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unresistibly beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110397609701511735?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110397609701511735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110397609701511735' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110397609701511735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110397609701511735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/12/nickyby-chester-nicholls-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110321992367092279</id><published>2004-12-17T19:25:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-12-25T15:23:48.806+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOOH'HHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eternalsunshine.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/eternal_sunshine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO INCREDIBLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film may...&lt;br /&gt;make you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Then, make you cry, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may make you think it's just funny,&lt;br /&gt;but surely will make you believe it's thoughtful, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it,&lt;br /&gt;It's .t's..mm... just ..aaa . .. ..in..credible. [:D;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; I could die right now, clem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just...&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt that before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just exactly...&lt;br /&gt;where I wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; I think your name is magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine -&lt;/em&gt; This is it, joel.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be gone soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine -&lt;/em&gt; what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Enjoy it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine -&lt;/em&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine -&lt;/em&gt; What do you want,Joel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to wait for...&lt;br /&gt;just a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine -&lt;/em&gt; [Quiet sob]&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine -&lt;/em&gt; I'm not a concept,Joel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; I can't see anything that I don't like about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine -&lt;/em&gt; But you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; Right now I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine -&lt;/em&gt; But you will.&lt;br /&gt;You know, you will think of things, and I'll get bored with you and feel trapped...&lt;br /&gt;because that's what happens with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Okay&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine -&lt;/em&gt; Okay [Crying]&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel -&lt;/em&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clementine -&lt;/em&gt; [Laughing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;em&gt;[Music Playing]&lt;/em&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Look around you&lt;br /&gt;Change your heart&lt;br /&gt;It will astound you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need your loving&lt;br /&gt;Like the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Mn-mm-mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your heart&lt;br /&gt;And look around you&lt;br /&gt;change your heart&lt;br /&gt;It will astound you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving&lt;br /&gt;like the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm-mm&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&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/5510819-110321992367092279?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110321992367092279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110321992367092279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110321992367092279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110321992367092279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/12/hoohhho-sooo-incredible-film-may.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110320139112649654</id><published>2004-12-16T16:15:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-12-16T16:19:51.126+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;:از&lt;a href="http://www.aftabdaily.net"&gt; روزنامه آفتاب&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;!یه بار به البرادعی گفتن تو دکتری؟! گفت: آره. گفتن؛ پس چرا توی آژانس کار می کنی&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110320139112649654?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110320139112649654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110320139112649654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110320139112649654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110320139112649654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110166991835951529</id><published>2004-11-28T22:51:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:55:18.360+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://arabic.arabian-gulf.info/"&gt;http://arabic.arabian-gulf.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110166991835951529?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110166991835951529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110166991835951529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110166991835951529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110166991835951529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/11/httparabic.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110141044978926554</id><published>2004-11-25T22:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:38:26.033+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;!!!چه لذتی داشت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;رسیتال پیانو&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;بهترین جای سالن&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;I mean it!!&lt;/strong&gt; وقتی میگم بهترین ) view با &lt;strong&gt;بهترین&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;وقتی که خیلی از کارها برات آشناست&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; !!حتی چند تاشون رو حفظی&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;امروز دلم هوای شبهای روشن کرده بود&lt;br /&gt;یه فیلم هم بدستم رسید که اولش، تیزر شبهای روشن داشت&lt;br /&gt;نشستم و یه دل سیر نگاه کردم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;به من گفت: بیا »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;به من گفت: بمان&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;به من گفت: بخند&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;به من گفت: بمیر&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;آمدم&lt;br /&gt;ماندم&lt;br /&gt;خندیدم&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;« مردم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... به تقویم که نگاه کردم، دیدم امروز 5 آذره .. شروع اکران شبهای روشن ... عصر جدید ... سانس اول.. 10 صبح&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110141044978926554?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110141044978926554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110141044978926554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110141044978926554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110141044978926554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-mean-it-view.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110106764332582403</id><published>2004-11-21T23:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-11-21T23:55:34.136+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=734184"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/shakespeare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=734184"&gt;Shakespeare_Iran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A community for they who love William Shakespeare's works, himself, and his extra-ordinary intelligence that ables him to have such a great look on everything, and to present those very touching conceptually created personalities that touch the very heart of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's enjoy Shakespeare together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be, or not to be: that is the question:&lt;br /&gt;Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer&lt;br /&gt;The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,&lt;br /&gt;Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,&lt;br /&gt;And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;&lt;br /&gt;No more; and, by a sleep to say we end&lt;br /&gt;The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks&lt;br /&gt;That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation&lt;br /&gt;Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;&lt;br /&gt;To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;&lt;br /&gt;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come&lt;br /&gt;When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,&lt;br /&gt;Must give us pause. There’s the respect&lt;br /&gt;That makes calamity of so long life;&lt;br /&gt;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,&lt;br /&gt;The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,&lt;br /&gt;The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,&lt;br /&gt;The insolence of office, and the spurns&lt;br /&gt;That patient merit of the unworthy takes,&lt;br /&gt;When he himself might his quietus make&lt;br /&gt;With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,&lt;br /&gt;To grunt and sweat under a weary life,&lt;br /&gt;But that the dread of something after death,&lt;br /&gt;The undiscover’d country from whose bourn&lt;br /&gt;No traveller returns, puzzles the will,&lt;br /&gt;And makes us rather bear those ills we have&lt;br /&gt;Than fly to others that we know not of?&lt;br /&gt;Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;&lt;br /&gt;And thus the native hue of resolution&lt;br /&gt;Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,&lt;br /&gt;And enterprises of great pith and moment&lt;br /&gt;With this regard their currents turn awry,&lt;br /&gt;And lose the name of action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAMLET, Prince of Denmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Act III. Scene I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:بودن، یا نبودن: حرف در همین است»&lt;br /&gt;،آیا بزرگواری آدمی بیشتر در آن است که زخم فلاخن و تیر بخت ستم پیشه را تاب آورد&lt;br /&gt;،یا آن که در برابر دریایی فتنه و آشوب سلاح برگیرد&lt;br /&gt;و با ایستادگی خویش بدان همه پایان دهد؟ مردن، خفتن؛&lt;br /&gt;نه بیش؛ و پنداری که ما با خواب به دردهای قلب و هزاران آسیب طبیعی که نصیب تن آدمی است پایان میدهیم؛&lt;br /&gt;چنین فرجامی سخت خواستنی است. مردن، خفتن؛&lt;br /&gt;خفتن، شاید هم خواب دیدن؛ آه، دشواری کار همین جاست؛&lt;br /&gt;،زیرا تصور آن که در این خواب مرگ، پس از آنکه از این هیاهوی کشنده فارغ شدیم&lt;br /&gt;.چه رؤیاهایی بسراغمان توانند آمد، میباید ما را در عزم خود سست کند&lt;br /&gt;و همین موجب می شود که عمر مصایب تا بدین حد دراز باشد؛&lt;br /&gt;،براستی، چه کسی به تازیانه ها و خواریهای زمانه&lt;br /&gt;،بیداد ستمگران، اهانت مردم خودبین&lt;br /&gt;،دلهرهء عشق خوارداشته، دیرجنبی قانون&lt;br /&gt;،گستاخی دیوانیان، و پاسخ ردی که شایستگان شکیبا از فرومایگان میشنوند تن میداد&lt;br /&gt;،و حال آنکه میتوانست خود را با خنجری برهنه آسوده سازد؟ چه کسی زیر چنین باری میرفت&lt;br /&gt;،و عرق ریزان از زندگی توانفرسا ناله میکرد&lt;br /&gt;،مگر بدان رو که هراس چیزی پس از مرگ&lt;br /&gt;،این سرزمین ناشناخته که هیچ مسافری دوباره از مرز آن باز نیامده است، اراده را سرگشته میدارد&lt;br /&gt;و موجب میشود تا بدبختی هایی را که بدان دچاریم تحمل کنیم&lt;br /&gt;و بسوی دیگر بلاها که چیزی از چگونگی شان نمیدانیم نگریزیم؟&lt;br /&gt;پس ادراک است که ما همه را بزدل میگرداند؛&lt;br /&gt;بدین سان رنگ اصلی عزم&lt;br /&gt;،از سایهء نزار اندیشه که بر آن می افتد بیمارگونه مینماید&lt;br /&gt;و کارهای بزرگ و خطیر&lt;br /&gt;،به همین سبب از مسیر خود منحرف میگردد&lt;br /&gt;«.و حتی نام عمل را از دست میدهد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;هملت &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;پرده سوم، صحنه یکم&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ترجمه: م.ا. به آذین&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110106764332582403?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110106764332582403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110106764332582403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110106764332582403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110106764332582403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/11/shakespeareirana-community-for-they.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110012260395705136</id><published>2004-11-11T01:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:05:22.750+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Celine Dion__One Heart (2003)]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont' be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's not about you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I am the fool&lt;br /&gt;Building castles in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I act crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It doesn't mean I don't want you near&lt;br /&gt;This is the story about me and you&lt;br /&gt;And it's called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh, faith&lt;br /&gt;Just take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;So please have faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times&lt;br /&gt;In so many ways&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know just where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a sign&lt;br /&gt;And opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are different&lt;br /&gt;You're still here&lt;br /&gt;I quess you figured me out right there&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe that we can make it through&lt;br /&gt;And that's called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh, faith&lt;br /&gt;Just take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;So please have faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith...&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;Just hear me out ...stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's called...&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late&lt;br /&gt;Just take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;So please have faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late&lt;br /&gt;Just take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;So please have faith &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110012260395705136?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110012260395705136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110012260395705136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110012260395705136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110012260395705136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/11/faith-celine-dionone-heart-2003-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110011941496225849</id><published>2004-11-11T01:07:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-11-11T00:13:34.963+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;:از وبلاگ&lt;a href="http://saayeye-aabi.blogspot.com/"&gt; آسمون&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://saayeye-aabi.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_08.html"&gt;طلوع بی خورشید &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;میگم چرا؟ میگه من چمیدونم....میگم از کجا اینقدر اطمینان داری؟ میگه نمیتونم بگم....میگم چند وقته؟ میگه چهار سالی میشه....میگم چرا زودتر نگفتی؟ میگه میترسیدم....میگم از چی؟ میگه از چشات!......دستم رو میگذارم زیر چونه اش، سرش رو میارم بالا، و بهش میگم تو این چشم ها چی میبینی؟ میگه طلوعی که تموم نمیشه....میگم پس این کجاش ترس داره؟ میگه میترسیدم من زود تموم شم و تو تنها بمونی....گفتم من تنها موندم، ولی نه به خاطر تموم شدن تو، بخاطر ترس تو....تقصیر من نیست که رد پاهات رو باد صحرای ذهنم از بین برده&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110011941496225849?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110011941496225849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110011941496225849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110011941496225849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110011941496225849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-110006832992624585</id><published>2004-11-10T10:01:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-11-10T10:23:24.366+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=2749786&amp;size=lg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/2749786-md.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=2749786&amp;amp;size=lg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graveyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by: Joeri De Schutter &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very touching...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-110006832992624585?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110006832992624585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=110006832992624585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110006832992624585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/110006832992624585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/11/graveyard-by-joeri-de-schutter-very.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109919942756166029</id><published>2004-10-31T08:38:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:10:11.720+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;فیلم "خانه ای از شن و مه" رو دیدین؟&lt;br /&gt;توی این فیلم شخصیت "نادی" یه شخصیت تیپیکه! یه خانوم مهربون که توی بوجود اومدن مصایب و شرایط درگیر تأثیر خاصی نداشته، اما به آتیش همون مصایب میسوزه&lt;br /&gt;اون میتونست مادر خونواده ای باشه که در آرامش زندگی میکنن&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;چیزی که با دیدن نادی قلب آدم رو به درد می آره، اینه که اون بی گناه و حتی بی خبر از چرایی ِ اتفاقات بدی هست که باعش رنج کشیدنش میشه&lt;br /&gt;بی گناهیش تا عمق وجود آدمو میسوزونه&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;دقیقاً مثل "دسدمونا" توی "اتللو"ی شکسپیر که قربانی ِ انتقام جویی ِ شخصیتی به اسم "یاگو" میشه (اونهم انتقام به دلیلی واهی؛ یه توهم) ...&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!که "یاگو" به عنوان ملعون ترین شخصیت تمام نمایشنامه های شکسپیر شناخته شده&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;در مورد دسدمونا هم چیزی که درون آدم رو آتیش میزنه اینه که تنها گناهش عشقه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;نمیدونم... هر کسی که اتللو ی شکسپیر رو میخونه، از همون آه های جگرسوزی میکشه که من هر وقت یاد دسدمونا می افتم میکشم؟... یا نه؟&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;دیشب یاد دسدمونا افتاده بودم و همه اش جمله ای به ذهنم می اومد که وقتی اتللو بهش نسبت ناروا داد و ابلیس خطابش کرد و زدش، گفت؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" I have not deserved this."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!من سزاوار این نبودم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(من که هرگز بدی در حق شما نکرده بودم)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Othello &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Act IV, Scene I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109919942756166029?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109919942756166029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109919942756166029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109919942756166029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109919942756166029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109864304666450943</id><published>2004-10-24T22:04:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:07:26.666+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so easy to touch you - but so hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to want you - that I can't get enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bryan Adams - Room Service [2004])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel like you're gonna fall - oh I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever feel down or feel small - oh don't despair&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever feel lost or feel alone - babe c'mon home&lt;br /&gt;Let's just make love - all night&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hold on - so tight&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it last - for life&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;Ya we're flying - feels just like flying&lt;br /&gt;We're such a long way up - from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Just u and me flying - so high 'n I'm never gonna come down&lt;br /&gt;Every time you turn around and wanna run - oh come to me&lt;br /&gt;When every little dream comes undone - oh don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Let's just make love - all night&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hold on - so tight&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it last - for life&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;Ya we're flying so high and:&lt;br /&gt;We're never gonna come down: you and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109864304666450943?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109864304666450943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109864304666450943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109864304666450943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109864304666450943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-so-easy-to-touch-you-but-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109795833024060513</id><published>2004-10-16T23:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-10-16T23:55:30.240+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=1757442"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1757442-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=1757442"&gt;Black &amp; White&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=1757442"&gt;by Piotr Kowalik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/5510819-109795833024060513?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109795833024060513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109795833024060513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109795833024060513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109795833024060513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/black-whiteby-piotr-kowalik.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109684815696682605</id><published>2004-10-04T03:29:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-10-04T03:40:19.073+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://samad-behrangi.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_samad-behrangi_archive.html#84377163"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;افسانه ي محبت&lt;/span&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/5510819-109684815696682605?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109684815696682605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109684815696682605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109684815696682605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109684815696682605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109674999514318303</id><published>2004-10-03T01:02:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-10-03T00:16:35.143+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bocelli's Life in short by himself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Despite the fact that I live in a fast-paced world, I live my life with a calm vision: I enjoy life's simple pleasures and face every challenge with passion. I try to always be optimistic by interpreting the real meaning of a quotation from the French novelist Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: &lt;em&gt;"You see clearly only through your heart. The essential is invisible to your eyes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109674999514318303?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109674999514318303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109674999514318303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109674999514318303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109674999514318303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/bocellis-life-in-short-by-himself.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109640201093988488</id><published>2004-09-28T23:35:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-09-28T23:36:50.940+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When I was a child, I used to pray every night for a bicycle, finally I realised that the Lord doesn't work that way, so I stole one and asked him to forgive me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Erno Philips)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109640201093988488?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109640201093988488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109640201093988488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109640201093988488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109640201093988488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/when-i-was-child-i-used-to-pray-every.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109579300001883595</id><published>2004-09-21T22:06:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:35:52.553+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...زیـبـــــاتـریـن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:طراحی روی سی دی&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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YEEAAAHH!"&lt;br /&gt;ابراز کنه&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;راه رفتن رو لبه ی تیغ باید کوتاه مدت باشه&lt;br /&gt;تا جایی که بشه باید وضعیت رو&lt;br /&gt;Stable&lt;br /&gt;کرد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;میدونین بزرگترین خواسته ی کسی که داره رو لبه ی تیغ راه میره چیه؟&lt;br /&gt;اینکه  وضعیتش&lt;br /&gt;Stable&lt;br /&gt;بشه&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Unspeakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109570689051985070?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109570689051985070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109570689051985070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109570689051985070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109570689051985070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/all-i-wanna-say.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109525101257000501</id><published>2004-09-17T00:27:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-09-17T00:31:08.476+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are actual answering machine answers recorded and verified by the World Famous International Institute of Answering Machine Messages. (And if they are not actual messages - they ought to be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hi. This is John: If you are the phone company, I already sent the money. If you are my parents please send money. If you are my financial aid institution, you didn't lend me enough money. If you are my friends, you owe me money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hi. Now you say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hi, I'm not home right now but my answering machine is, so you talk to it instead. Wait for the beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hello. I am David's answering machine. What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hi. John's answering machine is broken. This is the Refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;Please speak very slowly, and I'll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hello, you are talking to a machine. I am capable of receiving messages. My owners do not need siding, windows, or a hot tub or time sharing, and their carpets are clean. They give to charity through their office and do not need their picture taken. If you're still with me, leave your name and number and they will get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This is not an answering machine this is a telepathic thought recording device. After the tone, think about your name, your reason for calling and a number where I can reach you and I'll think about returning your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hi I am probably home. I'm just avoiding someone I don't like. Leave me a message, and if I don't call back, it's you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hi, this is George. I'm sorry I can't answer the phone right now. Leave a message, and then wait by your phone until I call you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you are a burglar, then we're probably home cleaning our weapons right now and can't come to the phone. Otherwise, we probably aren't home and it's safe to leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Please leave a message. However, you have the right to remain silent. Everything you say will be recorded and will be used by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hello, you've reached Jim &amp; Sonya. We can't pick up the phone right now because we're doing something we really enjoy. Sonya likes doing it up &amp;amp; down, and I like doing it left to right in a circular motion.... ... real slow. So leave a message, and when we get done brushing our teeth we'll return your call.&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/5510819-109525101257000501?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109525101257000501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109525101257000501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109525101257000501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109525101257000501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109525058523470662</id><published>2004-09-15T16:42:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-09-15T17:01:23.150+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2001photo.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.2001photo.com/gallery1/women-1/254-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... and just wanted to go to sleep forever?"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's kept me goin' all these years?&lt;br /&gt;the thought that one day... ...&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly.&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought that maybe one day, I'd--&lt;br /&gt;I could have a woman's arms wrapped around me... and her legs wrapped around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-And what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That I could wake up in the morning and she'd still be there.&lt;br /&gt;Smell of her.&lt;br /&gt;All funky and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- I finally gave up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;From: "Scent of a Woman-The Movie"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109525058523470662?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109525058523470662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109525058523470662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109525058523470662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109525058523470662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109462848911964261</id><published>2004-09-08T11:53:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-09-08T11:58:09.120+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2004/09/08/wven08.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Film festival's blunder leaves Pacino in wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;By Matt Born in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Filed: 08/09/2004)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hollywood bosses are threatening to boycott the Venice film festival after a series of blunders culminated in &lt;strong&gt;Al Pacino&lt;/strong&gt; being left without a seat for the world premiere of his latest film.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5510819-109462848911964261?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109462848911964261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109462848911964261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109462848911964261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109462848911964261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/film-festivals-blunder-lea_109462848911964261.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109454422951519844</id><published>2004-09-07T13:23:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-09-07T12:33:49.516+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;داشتم فولدر قدیمیها رو زیر و رو میکردم، اینو دیدم. قدیمیه، ولی قشنگه؛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Ask God a Gift? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Leroy came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I want a bikefor my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;Little Leroy was a bit of a troublemaker.&lt;br /&gt;He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Little Leroy, of course, thought he did.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted Leroyto reflect on his behavior over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;"Go to your room, Leroy, and think about how you have behaved this year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday."&lt;br /&gt;Little Leroy stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Letter 1)&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend, Leroy.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Letter 2)&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, This is your friend Leroy. I have been a good boy this year and I would like a red bike for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend, Leroy.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Letter 3)&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I have been an "OK" boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Leroy wrote a fourth letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Letter 4)&lt;br /&gt;God, I know I haven't been a good boy this year.I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday. Please!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Leroy.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike.&lt;br /&gt;By now Leroy was very upset.&lt;br /&gt;He went downstairs and told his Mom that he wanted to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy's mother thought her plan had worked, as Leroy looked very sad.&lt;br /&gt;"Just be home in time for dinner," Leroy's mother told him.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy walked down the street to the church on the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Little Leroy went into the church and up to the altar.&lt;br /&gt;He looked around to see if anyone was there.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy bent down and picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary.&lt;br /&gt;He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into the house,and up to his room.&lt;br /&gt;He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy began to write his letter to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Letter 5)&lt;br /&gt;Listen God,I'VE GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5510819-109454422951519844?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109454422951519844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109454422951519844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109454422951519844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109454422951519844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109414268498563565</id><published>2004-09-02T20:53:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:01:24.986+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;!سلام &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;بعضی وقتها یه جمله ی قشنگ از یه کتاب باعث میشه بخرمش&lt;br /&gt;فقط یه جمله&lt;br /&gt;یا با دیدن 2 دقیقه از یه فیلم دلم میگه اون فیلم رو میخوام&lt;br /&gt;فقط یه سکانس&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;آره خوب، یه چیز کوچیک تعیین کننده نیست، ولی نشوندهنده ی خیلی چیزها میتونه باشه&lt;br /&gt;که بعدا ً یواش یواش خودشونو نشون میدن&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مثل یه نگاه&lt;br /&gt;که آدمو اغوا میکنه&lt;br /&gt;مثل یه متلک غیر مستقیم اما واضح برای آدم.. که معنیش این باشه که ازت میخوام!!!! اگرچه دستم بهت نمیرسه.. تو که دستت میتونه برسه، برسونش&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تا حالا شده دلتون اونقدر برای کسی تنگ بشه که نتونین برای دیدنش طاقت بیارین و برید تو رؤیاهاتون، توی خاطرات دلپذیری که با هم داشتین پیداش کنین؟ پیداش کنین و از بودنش دل ِ تنگتون رو آروم کنین؟&lt;br /&gt;یکی از تنها عکسهایی که ازش داشتین رو با ای-سی-دی-سی جلوتون باز کنین(چون توی ای-سی-دی-سی وقتی ماوس رو میبرین روی عکس، شبیه دست میشه و به حرکت دادنش میتونین حس کنین که دارین نازش میکنین)&lt;br /&gt;بهش توی عکس خیره بشین و احساس کنین که خوتون دارید میبینیدش و عکس نیست... واقعا ً اون اونجاست&lt;br /&gt;و در حالی که چشمهاتون ظاهرا ً دارن جلوتون رو میبینن، خودتون دارین ته دلتون ، با دل تنگ ِ گرفته ور میرین و هی قربون صدقه ی دوستتون میرین که "ای من قربونت برم! ای فدات بشم! نازنین! مـــــاه! خوشگلم! عسل ! خوردنی! کاش پیشم بودی... کاش مال من بودی.. ای قربون ِ اون ...ت بشم!..."&lt;br /&gt;و همین طور که اشکه و اشک که هی از چشماتون سرازیر میشه، احساس کنید که اون دلیل دلتنگیتون، خواستنی ترین چیز ممکنه...؟&lt;br /&gt;همینطور که فضای دیدتون با اشک براق تر شده و شما هم در اوج پروازید، به خودتون بگید که میدونید اون فرشته که مال شما نخواهد بود.. و یهو باز دلتون تنگتر شه و اون فرشته خواستنی تر... و اون تصویر براق تر&lt;br /&gt;شفاف تر از آینه&lt;br /&gt;شفاف تر از تصویر هایی که هر روز میبینید&lt;br /&gt;شفاف مثل رؤیا&lt;br /&gt;یه رؤیا که آرزوی دیدنشو داشتین&lt;br /&gt;توی رؤیایی که انگار از همه طرف داره نور میباره&lt;br /&gt;نور مثل مه تمام صحنه رو پر کرده&lt;br /&gt;فرشته غرق در مه ِ نور، انگار آسمونه و رو ابرهایین&lt;br /&gt;بوسه های شما رو از شما می دزده و مثل آهنربا از لبهاتون بیرون میکشه&lt;br /&gt;آهنربایی خیلی قوی که حتی دست سنگین شما رو هم میتونه برای نوازش کشیده کنه&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...اگه میشد مثل "آرو ِن و آراگون" بودین&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;اگه میشد حداقل یه روز ِ تمام سیر نگاهش می کردین&lt;br /&gt;اگرچه هر چقدر بیشتر نگاهش کنین، مهر بیشتری رو احساس میکنید&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اما این نگاه که سیری نمیشناسه&lt;br /&gt;مگه میشه از نگاه فرشته سیر شد؟&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;!پاشو بابا! پاشو&lt;br /&gt;...زیاد هم درگیر نکنی خودتو بهتره! من که میدونم.. یه نگاهه و هزار تا دردسر .. یه لبخنده و صد روز دلتنگی&lt;br /&gt;(...یک کاسه ماست بریز تو دریا )&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;اگر چه من غزلیات شکسپیر رو خیلی بیشتر از تراژدی دوست دارم&lt;br /&gt;!با همه ی اینها، پاشو&lt;br /&gt;!ا ِ ! پاشو دیگه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/Arwen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Arwen"&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;حالا یه کم هم عظمت ِ شکسپیر رو به رخ بکشم!!؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They that have power to hurt, and will do none,&lt;br /&gt;That do not do the thing, they most do show,&lt;br /&gt;Who moving others, are themselves as stone,&lt;br /&gt;Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces,&lt;br /&gt;And husband nature’s riches from expense,&lt;br /&gt;They are the lords and owners of their faces,&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;آنان که توان آزردن دارند و بر سر آنند که نیازارند&lt;br /&gt;و آنچه را که کاملا ً نمایان است که بر آن قادرند، کمتر می کنند&lt;br /&gt;آنهایی که دیگران را حرکت می دهند و بر می انگیزند، و خودشان مانند سنگ اند؛ تأثیر ناپذیر، سرد، و در آنچه مایه ی اغوا ست، کند و آهسته اند؛&lt;br /&gt;،به درستی که آنان وارثان شکوه ملکوت اند&lt;br /&gt;،آنها که ثروت و دولتی را که طبیعت به آنها ارزانی داشته با محافظت و صرفه جویی خرج می کنند&lt;br /&gt;آنها اربابان و مالکان ِ چهره و ظاهر خویش اند&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sonnets&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO-AA!!!&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;این هم یه قطعه از شلی؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LOVE’S PHILOSOPHY "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By: Percy Bysshe Shelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fountains mingle with the river&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers with the Ocean,&lt;br /&gt;The winds of Heaven mix for ever&lt;br /&gt;With a sweet emotion;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world is single;&lt;br /&gt;All things by a law divine&lt;br /&gt;In one spirit meet and mingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not I with thine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the mountains kiss high Heaven&lt;br /&gt;And the waves clasp one another;&lt;br /&gt;No sister-flower would be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;If it disdained its brother;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sunlight clasps the earth&lt;br /&gt;And the moonbeams kiss the sea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is all this sweet work worth&lt;br /&gt;If thou kiss not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;از والتر ویتمن چیزی شنیدین؟&lt;br /&gt;اینجا هم چند قطعه ازش؛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TO YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRANGER, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?&lt;br /&gt;And why should I not speak to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A WOMAN WAITS FOR ME"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,&lt;br /&gt;Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex contains all, bodies, souls,&lt;br /&gt;Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,&lt;br /&gt;Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal&lt;br /&gt;milk,&lt;br /&gt;All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves,&lt;br /&gt;beauties, delights of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;All the governments, judges, gods, follow’d persons of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;These are contain’d in sex as parts of itself and justifications of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex,&lt;br /&gt;Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women,&lt;br /&gt;I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me,&lt;br /&gt;I see that they understand me and do not deny me,&lt;br /&gt;I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband of those women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not one jot less than I am,&lt;br /&gt;They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,&lt;br /&gt;Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,&lt;br /&gt;They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike,&lt;br /&gt;retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves,&lt;br /&gt;They are ultimate in their own right- they are calm, clear, well-possess’d of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I draw you close to me, you women,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let you go, I would do you good,&lt;br /&gt;I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others’ sakes,&lt;br /&gt;Envelop’d in you sleep greater heroes and bards,&lt;br /&gt;They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is I, you women, I make my way,&lt;br /&gt;I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you,&lt;br /&gt;I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for these States, I press with slow rude muscle,&lt;br /&gt;I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties,&lt;br /&gt;I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself,&lt;br /&gt;In you I wrap a thousand onward years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America,&lt;br /&gt;The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls, new artists, musicians, and singers,&lt;br /&gt;The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn,&lt;br /&gt;I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings,&lt;br /&gt;I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you interpenetrate now,&lt;br /&gt;I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now,&lt;br /&gt;I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death, immortality,&lt;br /&gt;I plant so lovingly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,&lt;br /&gt;I whisper with my lips close to your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you,&lt;br /&gt;There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you,&lt;br /&gt;No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,&lt;br /&gt;No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Walter Whitman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;این هم یه قطعه از وردزورث! که یه جورهایی منو یاد شکسپیر میندازه&lt;br /&gt;خیلی رومانتیک و سنتیمنتاله&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"PHANTOM OF DELIGHT"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By: William Wordsworth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE was a phantom of delight&lt;br /&gt;When first she gleamed upon my sight;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely apparition, sent&lt;br /&gt;To be a moment’s ornament;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;&lt;br /&gt;Like twilight’s too, her dusky hair;&lt;br /&gt;But all things else about her drawn&lt;br /&gt;From May-time and the cheerful dawn;&lt;br /&gt;A dancing shape, an image gay,&lt;br /&gt;To haunt, to startle, and waylay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her upon nearer view,&lt;br /&gt;A spirit, yet a woman too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her household motions light and free,&lt;br /&gt;And steps of virgin liberty;&lt;br /&gt;A countenance in which did meet&lt;br /&gt;Sweet records, promises as sweet;&lt;br /&gt;A creature not too bright or good&lt;br /&gt;For human nature’s daily food;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For transient sorrows, simple wiles,&lt;br /&gt;Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I see with eye serene&lt;br /&gt;The very pulse of the machine;&lt;br /&gt;A being breathing thoughtful breath,&lt;br /&gt;A traveller between life and death;&lt;br /&gt;The reason firm, the temperate will,&lt;br /&gt;Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect woman, nobly planned,&lt;br /&gt;To warn, to comfort, and command;&lt;br /&gt;And yet a spirit still, and bright&lt;br /&gt;With something of angelic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;خوب اگه شما بخواین به ترتیب به این ها امتیاز بدین، به ترتیب کی ها رو میگین؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;م م م ...  من اینجوری رتبه بندی می کنم؛ ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. شکسپیر&lt;br /&gt;1. شکسپیر&lt;br /&gt;1. شکسپیر&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. وردزورث&lt;br /&gt;3. شلی&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. ویتمن&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;شما کدوم ها رو بیشتر دوست دارین؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/5510819-109414268498563565?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Invisible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;be khodet gerefti??? :-/&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/5510819-109393213037128282?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109393213037128282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109393213037128282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109393213037128282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109393213037128282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/invisible-be-khodet-gerefti.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109379528363034420</id><published>2004-08-29T20:28:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-29T20:31:23.630+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.گاهی همه ی اشکالات ازدواج تنها به یک حسن آن می ارزد؛ این که دوستی همدل از جنس مخالف داشته باشی&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;اریکا جانگ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:از کتاب&lt;br /&gt;How To Be The Almost Perfect Husband&lt;br /&gt;by: Salt, J.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;دیشب رفته بودم خیر سرم یه کتاب بخرم برگردم&lt;br /&gt;!!!به جز کرایه ماشین ِ برگشتن، هر چی پول همراهم بود رو دادم به آقاهه!؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(خوب چیکار کنم!؟!؟!! کتاب ِ خوب رو باید خرید دیگه...حتی اگه نخونیش.. (چون بعدا ً میخونیش&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;یه کتاب جالب کوچولو هم گرفتم که یه جمله ش رو بالا میبینید&lt;br /&gt;این کتابه مجموعه جوابهاییه که بیش از 1000 همسر، زن طلاق گرفته، و زن بیوه در جواب این سوال داده اند&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"اگر بخواهید به کسی بگویید چطور می توان یک شوهر دوست داشتنی بود، چه خواهید گفت؟"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;نتیجه اش شده این کتابه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:چند تا از قشنگهاش&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;وقتی اشتباه می کنی، عذر خواهی کن&lt;br /&gt;وقتی اشتباه نمی کنی، ببخش&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;جَن، 42 ساله&lt;br /&gt;ازدواج سوم، 1.5 سال است ازدواج کرده&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;به جای اینکه فقط زبانی بگویی، نشانم بده که دوستم داری. یک بوسه وقتی اصلاً انتظارش را ندارم. هدیه کردن گل بدون هیچ علتی. گرفتن دستم در جمع و در خلوت. شگفتی های کوچکی مثل اینها، گاه بسیار بیش از کلمات معنی می دهند.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;جنیفر، 22 ساله&lt;br /&gt;9ماه است ازدواج کرده&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;کارهای کوچکی که برایم انجام می دهی، خیلی بیشتر از یک هدیه ی سخاوتمندانه در یک مناسبت خاص، برایم اهمیت دارد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لیندا، 50 ساله&lt;br /&gt;22سال است ازدواج کرده&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;دست زدن به من منحصر به مواقعی نباشد که نیاز جنسی داری. در طول روز هم به عناوین مختلف مرا نوازش کن. در آن صورت خود را متصل به تو احساس می کنم و میل جنسی در من بیدار می شود. نه مثل یک چیز جداگانه. بلکه به عنوان ادامه ی تماسم با تو، به عبارت دیگر، هر چه تماس های غیر جنسی بیشتر باشد، تمایلات جنسی بیشتر خواهد شد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;استیسی، 32 ساله&lt;br /&gt;12سال است ازدواج کرده&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;برای تحسین کردن من وقت بگذار. برایم مهم است که بدانم توجه کرده ای&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;کارین، 39 ساله&lt;br /&gt;15سال است ازدواج کرده&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;بدان که در درون این زن مطمین و با اختیار، کودکی هست که به محبت و نوازش تو نیاز دارد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;شرلی، 61 ساله&lt;br /&gt;35سال است ازدواج کرده&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;وقتی در اوج بد خلقی ام، وقتی کم تر از هر وقت دیگر دست یافتنی به نظر می رسم، دقیقاً همان وقتی است که بیش از هر زمان دیگر به نوازش و بغل شدن نیاز دارم&lt;br /&gt;این کار، بسیاری از چیزهایی را که اذیتم می کند، آب می کند و می شوید&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;کیت، 40 ساله&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;وقتی در بدترین حالتم اصرار می کنی که تو را بغل کنم و ببوسم، این کار را بسیار دوست دارم، چون علت ناراحتی ام هر چه که باشد، به هر حال حالم بهتر می شود&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;جنیفر، 32 ساله&lt;br /&gt;6سال است ازدواج کرده&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;وقتی می گویم"مرا به حال خودم بگذار" حداقل سعی کن بفهمی که آیا واقعا ً منظورم همین است، یا دلم می خواهد درباره ی مشکلم حرف بزنم. گاهی اوقات خودم هم درست نمی دانم منظورم چیست&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لیندا، 48 ساله&lt;br /&gt;28 سال است ازدواج کرده&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;آنچه در کنار من و "با من" انجام می دهی، مهم تر از آن چیزی است که "برای من" انجام می دهی. روزهای ما پر است و گاهی اوقات به دلیل مشغله ی زیاد در را به روی بچه ها می بندیم. اما به اعتقاد من در پایان، گرامی ترین لحظات ما زمان هایی است که: روی زمین نشستیم و با نوزادمان بازی کردیم. از خنده روده بُر شدیم . حماقت کردیم. اشتباه کردیم و اهمیت ندادیم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;کلودیا، 40 ساله&lt;br /&gt;ازدواج دوم، 5سال است ازدواج کرده&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;تنها امتیاز ازدواج این است که&lt;br /&gt;وقتی از عشق او فارغ می شوید&lt;br /&gt;یا او از عشق شما فارغ می شود&lt;br /&gt;ازدواج ، شما را با هم نگه می دارد&lt;br /&gt;تا شاید روزی دوباره عاشق هم بشوید&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;جودیت وایدرست&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;همونطوری که می بینید بیشتر خواسته های قلبیه تا معجون سحرآمیز!! اما جالبش اینجاست که دقیقا ً خواسته های مکمل اینها هم برای مرد ها هست&lt;br /&gt;میگن خدا در و تخته رو جور میکنه، همینه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مثلا ً زیاد شنیدیم که خانوم ها کسی رو می خوان که بتونن بهش تکیه کنن&lt;br /&gt;جالبش اینجاست که آقایون هم احساس عالی ای دارن وقتی کسی بهشون تکیه کنه، یه جور تأییده بر این که شایسته هستن و قابل تکیه و این یه حس فوق العاده به آدم میده&lt;br /&gt;اگرچه... کوه هم تکیه گاه محکمیه، تا آدم نزدیکش نره و بهش تکیه نکنه، هیچی اتفاق نمی افته.. کوهه همونجا هست، اما این آدمه که باید بره جلو و به کوهه تکیه کنه... تا حالا کوهی دیده نشده که بره به کسی تکیه بده، یا بگه بیاین به من تکیه کنین ..&lt;br /&gt;:O ;)&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/5510819-109379528363034420?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109379528363034420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109379528363034420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109379528363034420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109379528363034420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post_109379528363034420.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109369442498269268</id><published>2004-08-28T16:24:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-28T18:08:26.576+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pisces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;نماد هر ماه نشوندهنده ی یه خصوصیت برجسته متولدین اون ماهه &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;مثلا ً علامت ماه شهریور، سنبله(خوشه ی گندم)هست.. که معنیش بر میگرده به خصوصیت انعطاف پذیری فوق العاده زیادی که فرد متولد شهریور در انطباق خودش با شرایط زندگی بیرونش داره&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/Virgo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;علامت ماه ممممماااااااه ِ من (اسفند)که اسمش حوت(ماهی)هست شکلش دو تا ماهیه که در خلاف جهت همدیگه شنا میکنن&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;میتونین بگین معنیش چیه؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;دیدین ماهی چقدر راحت میتونه توی آب شنا کنه و آنا ً هم جهتش رو عوض کنه و در خلاف جهت قبلی شنا کنه؟!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ماهی سفره ی هفت سینتون رو که یادتون میاد&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;اسفندی ها هم براحتی همون ماهی میتونن تغییر استراتژی بدن و در جهت مخالف قرار بگیرن&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و همونطوری هم که ماهی موجودی خاکی نیست و توی آب زندگی میکنه، یه آدم اسفندی هم افکار غیر زمینی و ماورایی داره&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;!!!بعضیهاشون هم خیلی خوبن..البته فقط بعضیهاشون!!!.. بعضیهاشونو من خودم هم نمیتونم تحمل کنم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لابد شنیدین که فرد متولد اسفند ماه به هیچ وجه حد وسط نداره، یا منفی ِ منفیه یا مثبت ِ مثبت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:از آدم مشهورهای اسفندی هم میشه اینها رو گفت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;خواجه نصیر الدین طوسی&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;میکل آنژ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;فردریک شوپن&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;آلبرت اینشتین&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;پروفسور محمود حسابی&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!به به! چه ماه مماااااهی &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109369442498269268?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109369442498269268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109369442498269268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109369442498269268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109369442498269268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/pisces.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109363756960255059</id><published>2004-08-28T00:31:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-28T00:42:49.603+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=1471238&amp;size=lg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerald Wave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=1471238&amp;amp;size=lg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1471238-md.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neelgoon (be cheshm e man) yani in rangi! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;kheyli ghashangeh,.. na?&lt;br /&gt;&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/5510819-109363756960255059?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109363756960255059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109363756960255059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109363756960255059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109363756960255059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/emerald-wave-neelgoon-be-cheshm-e-man.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109343879151437211</id><published>2004-08-25T17:23:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-25T17:39:25.876+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;!سلام&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;!عشق&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;چیزیه که خیلی چیزها برای یاد گرفتن داره&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;کیمیای زندگیه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;همون اسانسی که اگه یه کم به زندگی آدم اضافه بشه، همه ی دنیا رو یه دفعه مثل برلیان درخشان می کنه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;تنها دلیل زندگی&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;یکتا&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و بی همتا...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;:به قول گوته&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"مگر چیز دیگری نیز از زندگانی باید دانست؟"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;خوب، من 2 مرحله ی عشق رو بیشتر از همه اش لذت بخش میبینم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;یکیش وقتاییه که آدم توی جریان عشق و پیش معشوقشه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;که در واقع اونجا نیست، بلکه داره توی بهشت سیر می کنه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;که فوق العاده است&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;!!!فوق العاده، فوق العاده، فوق العاده&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;:که گوته میگه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;" به راز نگفتنی، جز عشاقی که در کنار یکدیگرند، پی نمی توانند برد"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و دومیش هم که من اسمش رو میذارم &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Post-Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;که بعد از عشقه، و تشکیل میشه از یاد عشق&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;فراخونی خاطرات فوق العاده ی وقتایی که عاشق بوده و با معشوقش&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;در واقع&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;بیاد آوردن، مرور کردن، و لذت بردن از مرور&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;که با یه ته مزه ی تلخ غم، خیلی لذت بخشه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و 2 تا برتری داره نسبت به مرحله اول. اینکه مثل اولی کوتاه نیست&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;اولی خیلی لحظه ای و آنی هست و خیلی زود تموم میشه.. دقیقا ً مثل لحظه ی اوج لذت جنسی، اورگاسم ؛ درسته که نهایت لذته، اما خیلی زود تموم میشه.. زیادی زود تموم میشه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(اگه کسی لذتی شبیه اما طولانی تر سراغ داره دریغ نکنه و بگه)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;!و دومین مزیت: اینکه از جنس رویا ست&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;میشه گفت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;تجربه اول رویاییه که زندگیش می کنیم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و دومی زندگی ای هست که رویاش رو می بینیم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و چون دومی رویاست و دیدنش دست خود آدمه میتونه برای خودش تبدیلش کنه به افسانه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;دست نیافتنی&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;آدم میتونه پیاز داغش رو زیاد کنه و چیزهایی رو که دوست داره توی اون رویای لذتبخش بگنجونه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و هی هم &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Replay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;کنه و با هر بار &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Upgrade Version&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;کنه&lt;br /&gt;!به نظر من خیلی ها برای داشتن مرحله دوم عاشق میشن&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;مخصوصا ً اونهایی که بیشتر تو رویا زندگی میکنن&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;همون جریان "واسه خاطر رنگ گندم" توی شازده کوچولو؛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me.&lt;br /&gt;The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--&lt;br /&gt;"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."&lt;br /&gt;"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that is so," said the fox.&lt;br /&gt;"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that is so," said the fox.&lt;br /&gt;"Then it has done you no good at all!"&lt;br /&gt;"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;:چه قشنگ گفته&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;" به راز نگفتنی، جز عشاقی که در کنار یکدیگرند، پی نمی توانند برد"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;" به راز نگفتنی، جز عشاقی که در کنار یکدیگرند، پی نمی توانند برد"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اونقدر اون&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ته ِ تهِ قلب آدمو لمس میکنه که دوست ندارم تکرارش نکنم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" به راز نگفتنی، جز عشاقی که در کنار یکدیگرند، پی نمی توانند برد"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109343879151437211?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109343879151437211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109343879151437211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109343879151437211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109343879151437211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109328992047131630</id><published>2004-08-24T00:00:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-24T13:39:16.520+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When a Man Loves a Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/amirhosseinaha/when_a_man_loves_a_woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;با دیدن فقط 5 دقیقه اول این فیلم میشه فهمید که با یه فیلم آس سر و کار داری&lt;br /&gt;اگرچه من در حین فیلم همه اش تو این فکر بودم که فیلمنامه نویسه چطوری می خواد 2 ساعت این موضوع رو طول بده، و چه طور می خواد فیلمنامه رو تموم کنه&lt;br /&gt;بعدش که فکرشو کردم دیدم این عین زندگی خودمونه و چقدر احساس های قابل لمس مایکل شبیه احساس های زندگی خودمونه&lt;br /&gt;.در یک جمله: فیلمنامه اش داستان نبود، عین زندگی بود. بازی اندی گارسیا و مگ رایان ، و دختر کوچولوهاشون فوق العاده بود&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a man loves a woman&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep his mind on nothin' else&lt;br /&gt;He'll trade the world&lt;br /&gt;for the good thing he's found&lt;br /&gt;If she is bad, he can't see it&lt;br /&gt;She can do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;Turn his back on his best friend&lt;br /&gt;If he put her down&lt;br /&gt;When a man loves a woman&lt;br /&gt;Spend his very last dime&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to hold on to what he needs&lt;br /&gt;He'll give up all his comforts&lt;br /&gt;And sleep out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;If she said that's the way it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man loves a woman... "&lt;br /&gt;&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/5510819-109328992047131630?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109328992047131630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109328992047131630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109328992047131630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109328992047131630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/when-man-loves-woman-5-2.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109295036410916103</id><published>2004-08-20T02:27:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-21T01:27:55.950+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can not remember I had ever cried 'cause of a piece of music,&lt;br /&gt;but this piece of music made me cry... long... ..........................................HEGH HEGH!&lt;br /&gt;It remind me of a glorious period of my romantic life..&lt;br /&gt;I would like to dedicate this post to a friend, who had brought me "Chest Pain" for first time in my whole life..&lt;br /&gt;who has an imaginative mind with a genius mind,.. and I had learned a lot through her..&lt;br /&gt;and now, I pray for her, and for her mother whom is in bed of sickness... a bad illness&lt;br /&gt;I beg God for her goodness&lt;br /&gt;I obtest God for her wellness&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the blessings be&lt;br /&gt;and may God bless her and her mother..&lt;br /&gt;God bless us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*********************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dov’è l’amore - By: Cher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dov’è l’amore&lt;br /&gt;Dov’è l’amore&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you of my life&lt;br /&gt;Here is my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sing a love song&lt;br /&gt;Sing it for you alone&lt;br /&gt;Though you’re a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;Love’s feeling so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me baby&lt;br /&gt;Don’t keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Another night without you here&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other there is no other&lt;br /&gt;No other love can take your place&lt;br /&gt;Or match the beauty of your face&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep on singing til the day&lt;br /&gt;I carry you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my love song&lt;br /&gt;With my love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dov’è l’amore&lt;br /&gt;Dov’è l’amore&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now my love?&lt;br /&gt;I need you here to fold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispered so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Feel my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;I need to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I want you near me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me baby&lt;br /&gt;Don’t keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Another night without you here&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other there is no other&lt;br /&gt;No other love can take your place&lt;br /&gt;Or match the beauty of your face&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep on singing til the day&lt;br /&gt;I carry you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my love song&lt;br /&gt;With my love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non c’è nessuno&lt;br /&gt;(there is no other)&lt;br /&gt;Non c’è nessuno&lt;br /&gt;Non c’è nessuno&lt;br /&gt;Bello come te e ti amo&lt;br /&gt;(as beautiful as you and I love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me baby&lt;br /&gt;Come to me baby&lt;br /&gt;Another night without you here&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other there is no other&lt;br /&gt;No other love can take your place&lt;br /&gt;Or match the beauty of your face&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep on singing til the day&lt;br /&gt;I carry you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my love song with my love song&lt;br /&gt;With my love song with my love song&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/5510819-109295036410916103?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109295036410916103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109295036410916103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109295036410916103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109295036410916103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-can-not-remember-i-had-ever-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109243646184358696</id><published>2004-08-14T02:52:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-14T03:04:21.843+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=1508453"&gt;Cherry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=1508453"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1508453-lg.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109243646184358696?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109243646184358696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109243646184358696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109243646184358696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109243646184358696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/cherry.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109231324556095501</id><published>2004-08-12T16:45:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:50:45.560+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whitey&lt;/strong&gt; (Part 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I forgot to write:&lt;br /&gt;That beautiful babe was engaged and had a pretty ring on her ring finger,&lt;br /&gt;she told me it was about 3-4 months that they had engaged...&lt;br /&gt;also, she introduced me to her husband, Mohammad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End of Story! :D:P&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;so, what can you do about preventing yourself from wrong judgement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I a bit rapscallion for guiding you to judge soon? :D&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps, I am a bit sly.?&lt;br /&gt;I guess who is true and who is not is not more important than what is true and what can I learn, hereupon I hope it would be a bit(just a bit!) good story.. 'cause it was my first time! :"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May The blessings be!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5510819-109231324556095501?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109231324556095501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109231324556095501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109231324556095501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109231324556095501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/whiteyd-take-care-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109230267215701996</id><published>2004-08-12T13:42:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-12T13:54:32.156+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whitey&lt;/strong&gt; (Part 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this part, I would like to know your opinion about two previous parts,&lt;br /&gt;what do you think, if I tell you that story was a real one, and happened to me as I wrote it. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you think I fell in love with that beautiful girl?&lt;br /&gt;Would you think I just like her?&lt;br /&gt;Would you think it's just an ordinary case and have no idea about love or like?&lt;br /&gt;Would you think I'm a flirty boy that have interest in seducing others?&lt;br /&gt;Would you think I'm a ...? :O ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having read prevoius parts, what did you think about that?&lt;br /&gt;and about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for your answers!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/5510819-109230267215701996?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109230267215701996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109230267215701996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109230267215701996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109230267215701996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/whitey-part-3-in-this-part-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109225716633718459</id><published>2004-08-12T01:00:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-12T01:16:06.336+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whitey &lt;/strong&gt;(Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to choose the right way considers many difficulties,&lt;br /&gt;telling all the truth may ends to so terrible situations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts were flying in his mind, and he was wondered if he tell the truth or not&lt;br /&gt;have you remember what the little prince said when he saw that Flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The little prince could not restrain his admiration:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! How beautiful you are!"&lt;br /&gt; ......if the truth be known, a little difficult to deal with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, "How beautiful you are!"  this is the exact words which I used to say when I see a cute thing, whatever may be, a baby, a child, a flower, a girl or anything else.. no matter what that thing is, I used to say that words when I see them, say aside or to that object.&lt;br /&gt;and unfortunately, often times, it implies many side effects that makes the object run away, even if that words had been unsaid, that object would be absorbing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it seems it's better to pay attention for secret to object -aside yourself- than to be openhearted.&lt;br /&gt;in this way, crypianalysis seems more wise than being open to who have not any trust in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right thing to do is keep it as a secret, and handle it with care, and let it show itself in any way, freely, by its way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the discussion between emotion and logic in his mind, and this time, although logic promised emotion many precious things soon, logic won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was staring exactly to scan each inch of her body, each think of her mind, each axiom of her own, and each move that she made.&lt;br /&gt;anytime would be possible, he was trying to keep discovering on, strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...after a few minutes, they went to another room to have their exam taken, and now; a golden time to do what he wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;cheating! :D that was a golden way to make things easier and have himself close to her, Wow! what a cheater mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he toke a look of her answers sheet, and find out that she needs help&lt;br /&gt;during the exam, they were cheating and exchanging ideas about questions, and she was happy to have a better result on the exam, and he was happy aside to find himself much close than he ever thought of that!&lt;br /&gt;they were happy, both of them, 'cuase of different reasons, but with a same aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they leaved that rooms back home,&lt;br /&gt;luckily, they had a same way to go, to some extent, and he -now- have learned a little more things about her&lt;br /&gt;they said goodbye to each other&lt;br /&gt;and now even he knew where her home was, and which university she was studying, and a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...three days later,&lt;br /&gt;when they saw each other, greeting sincerely, was another day to take to, another way to begin journey, and another course to learn more for him&lt;br /&gt;and after a few minutes that passed by same feeling about exam results, was time to go back home,&lt;br /&gt;... awile, he hear her telling her mobile number,&lt;br /&gt;and now, the world is his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing much, he had an attractive experience&lt;br /&gt;to learn more, to have good times, to take a good advantage of this happennings from discussion of his inner souls, the usual struggle between emotion and logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knew -at first- and always- a real interesting thing always have good advantages for anyone interested&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;one more precious memory, and many things had learned during this short term relationship&lt;br /&gt;were the advantages of having such an imaginative mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"may have continue"&lt;br /&gt;&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/5510819-109225716633718459?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109225716633718459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109225716633718459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109225716633718459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109225716633718459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/whitey-part-2-to-choose-right-way.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109208250991967059</id><published>2004-08-10T00:29:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-10T01:59:01.116+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TROY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ایلیاد داستان جنگ میان مردم یونان و مردم تروا است. پاریس فرزند پادشاه تروا، هلن شاهزاده زیبای یونانی را از چنگ شوهر وی بدر آورده و خشم یونانیان را بر می انگیزد.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;آشیل(آخلیس) یا آخلیوس، پهلوان بزرگ ایلیاد در جنگ تروا است. پدر وی پله، پادشاه میرمیدون های و مادرش تتیس پروردگار دریاها بود. وی در محاصره تروا هکتور را کشت اما به تیر زهر آلوده ای که پاریس پسر پریام پادشاه تروا به پاشنه وی زد سخت مجروح گشت.&lt;br /&gt;درباره مرگ آشیل روایاتی نقل کرده اند که از جمله داستان عشق او به پولیکسن دختر پریام است؛ بر اساس این روایات به هنگام تحویل جسد هکتور، آشیل از پریام خواست، چنانچه دخترش را به همسری او در آورد از سپاه یونان خارج شده و به صفوف پریام خواهد پیوست؛ پریام قبول کرد.&lt;br /&gt;آشیل بدون اسلحه وارد معبد آپولون شد و پاریس به خونخواهی هکتور در حالی که در پشت مجسمه ای پنهان شده بود، تیری به پاشنه آشیل رها کرد و او را به قتل رسانید.&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;پولیکسن را بر سر گور آخلیس سر می برند. هلکوب زن بیوه ی پریام به اولیس می رسد و آندروماک زن بیوه ی هکتور را به نیوپتولم دادند.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;آشیل در نزد یونانیان قهرمان ملی است.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teletracks.com/audio/troy12.ra"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Remember"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by: James Horner&lt;br /&gt;Lyric by: Cynthia Weil&lt;br /&gt;Produced by: David Foster&lt;br /&gt;Performed by: Josh Groban with Tanja Tzarovska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;I will still be here,&lt;br /&gt;As long as you hold me,&lt;br /&gt;in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;when your dreams have ended,&lt;br /&gt;Time can be transcended,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one star that keeps burning,&lt;br /&gt;so brightly,&lt;br /&gt;It is the last light,&lt;br /&gt;to fade into the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you tell,&lt;br /&gt;My story,For I am all I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;I will still be here,&lt;br /&gt;As long as you hold me, in your memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;I am that one voice, in the cold wind,&lt;br /&gt;That whispers,&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen, you'll hear me call across the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as,&lt;br /&gt;I still can reach out, and touch you,&lt;br /&gt;Then I will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you,&lt;br /&gt;If you will only,&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;Remember me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;I will still be here,&lt;br /&gt;As long as you hold me,&lt;br /&gt;In your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;When your dreams have ended,&lt;br /&gt;Time can be transcended,&lt;br /&gt;I live forever,&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember... me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;:نقل از&lt;br /&gt;مقدمه« ضیافت » افلاطون از فرهنگ جهانبخش&lt;br /&gt;داستان داستان ها» از محمدعلی اسلامی ندوشن»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my message to “Paris”:&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you! Damned coward!&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/5510819-109208250991967059?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109208250991967059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109208250991967059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109208250991967059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109208250991967059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/troy.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109198570384942740</id><published>2004-08-08T21:43:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-12T01:30:34.060+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whitey&lt;/strong&gt; (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in his usual mood like always in such a situations, regular, with no passion,&lt;br /&gt;without any extra word, he was in his normal mood.&lt;br /&gt;but when he sat down on the chair, and raised his head to recognize each part of the room, he noticed a big White region in corner of his purview,&lt;br /&gt;looking watchful,he was surprized to have such a wonderful experience, an opportunity to see such a babe that was right in front of him, sitting and waiting just like him for the same thing to happen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was in all white dressing, made up so well, with a kittle smile on her white too face, her appearance was so perfect, all white, except her espadrille and her hair, her milky espadrille that was exposing her bare feet with her all natural nails,&lt;br /&gt;and her exotic olive green hair that made her looking so perfect, specially when she was among other regular women with nothing attractive... she was like a unique soul refresher tree among a desert of no life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was surprizing!&lt;br /&gt;and he was surprized to see her, her; such a really beautiful babe&lt;br /&gt;after a short moment he knew why she was so familiar to his mind, she was representing Cameron Diaz's face in his mind, yeah, she looked like cameron diaz, with every detail, so perfect alike cameron diaz's sirenian face, even with that lovely nubble on her nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! that's undeniable wonderful!" he said aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had used to tell his friends that the only thing that will surely take his attention anywhere is a lady in all white dressing, and his friends also knew that he is a sitting duck about Cameron Diaz's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, these two interests had been combinated and show itself as this amazing girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in heaven, and had no idea what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to be Continued"&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/5510819-109198570384942740?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109198570384942740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109198570384942740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109198570384942740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109198570384942740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/whitey-part-1-he-was-in-his-usual-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109139014256353926</id><published>2004-08-02T00:10:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-02T00:25:42.563+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;!سلام&lt;br /&gt;راستش من زیاد از چت روم ها خوشم نمیاد. از وقتی هم که با اینترنت آشنا شدم تا حالا، شاید کلا ً بیشتر از 5-6 بار نرفتم چت روم. از وقتی هم که کلوپ های یاهو! تبدیل به گروه شد، چت با آدم های جدید برام محدود شده به کسانی که آی.دی. منو به هر طریقی گرفتن و وقتی آنلاینم، منو پیج میکنن و ...الا آخر&lt;br /&gt;چند شب پیش که یه خانومی منو پیج کرده بود، ایده خوبی رو برام جا گذاشت. البته ایشون دنبال همکلاسیشون میگشت که از قضا اسمش خیلی به اسم من شباهت داره. حالا هی از ما انکار، هی از اون اصرار که توهمون امیرحسینی!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; (حالا بیا و درستش کن)&lt;br /&gt;نکته از اونجا شروع شد که ایشون نمیخواست اسمش لو بره و به اصطلاح تابلو بشه.. و در جای گفتن اسمش فقط خاطرنشان کرد که اسمش خیلی قشنگه و ...! و حالا من باید حدس میزدم این اسم قشنگ رو... حالا من هم کنجکاویم تحریک شده که چه اسم قشنگی میتونه باشه ... شاید واقعا ً اسم فوق العاده ایه   &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;همون طوری که الان اولین اسمی که به ذهنتون رسید، اسم عشقتون بود، من هم ناخودآگاه اسم با اصطلاح "فرست لاو"م اومد به ذهنم..اما جلوی خودمو گرفتم که لو نره.. چون کلک ساده ایه!&lt;br /&gt;توی همین حین که من داشتم حدس میزدم، راهنمایی کرد و آخرش گفت که اسمم رؤیا آفرینه! و یعنی رؤیا می آفرینه!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;حالا من کف کردم که عجب اسمی!  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;رؤیا آفرین! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; از طرفی تا حالا نشنیده بودم که اسم کسی باشه، از طرف دیگه واقعا ً به نظرم فوق العاده قشنگ اومد...&lt;br /&gt;گفتم "چه اسم قشنگی!"  اما اون گفت که نه نه! میس آندرستندینگ شد! اسمم یه اسمیه که رؤیا می آفرینه..&lt;br /&gt;و بالاخره هم تا آخر صحبت، اسمش رو لو نداد&lt;br /&gt;:که البته مهم هم نبود چون همونطور که میدونید&lt;br /&gt;"هر آنچه زیباست، عزیز نیست! بلکه هر آنچه عزیز است، زیباست!"&lt;br /&gt;و اسمش هر چی هم که می بود، نمیتونست به اندازه ی اسم ... برام قشنگ باشه.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;به هر حال، امیدوارم اون امیرحسینش رو پیدا کنه..  من هم که یه اسم قشنگ به بانک اسم های ذهنم اضافه شد... رفت پیش پریسا و پارسا و ... امیرحسین جونیور!(میدونین که... اسم هر کس به نظر خودش از زیباترین اسمهای دنیاست!) و ...!&lt;br /&gt;  بقیه شو نمیگم که لو میره!:D&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;شاید هم یه روزی این داستانو برای دخترم که صداش میزنیم" رؤیا" و دوست داره بدونه برای چی اسمش" رؤیا آفرین"ه تعریف کنم... کسی چه میدونه!؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;شما چطور؟&lt;br /&gt;شما دوست دارین اسم بچه(ها)تون چی باشه؟ تا حالا بهش فکر کردین؟&lt;br /&gt;&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/5510819-109139014256353926?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109139014256353926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109139014256353926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=2433428&amp;size=lg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/2433428-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/5510819-109104015994984031?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109104015994984031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109104015994984031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109104015994984031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109104015994984031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109051606573972384</id><published>2004-07-22T21:13:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:04:27.236+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Al Pacino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After seven Oscar nominations for his outstanding work in films such as &lt;em&gt;The Godfather&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; Serpico&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Dog Day Afternoon&lt;/em&gt;, it's ironic that Al Pacino finally won the Oscar for his grandstanding lead performance in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1992 crowd pleaser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Academy Award&lt;br /&gt;1993 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Won &amp;nbsp;Oscar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Best Actor for: Scent of a Woman (1992)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Golden Globes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1993 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Won&amp;nbsp; Golden Globe &lt;br /&gt;Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture - Drama for: Scent of a Woman (1992)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0783226845.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOO-AA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&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/5510819-109051606573972384?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109051606573972384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109051606573972384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109051606573972384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109051606573972384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/al-pacino-after-seven-oscar.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109036186762727940</id><published>2004-07-21T02:15:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-21T02:47:47.626+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;یواش یواش باید رختم رو از اینجا جمع کنم و برم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109036186762727940?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109036186762727940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109036186762727940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109036186762727940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109036186762727940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109019112234466748</id><published>2004-07-19T03:05:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-19T03:37:49.890+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bayad e'teraaf konam in ahang vaghe'an ghashangeh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3club.mag4you.net/lofi/20/20670.mp3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Bryan Adams&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Still feels like our first night together &lt;br /&gt;Feels like the first kiss, it’s gettin’ better baby &lt;br /&gt;No one can better this... &lt;br /&gt;Still holdin’ on, you’re still the one &lt;br /&gt;First time our eyes met, same feelin’ I get &lt;br /&gt;Only feels much stronger, wanna love ya longer &lt;br /&gt;You still turn the fire on... &lt;br /&gt;So if you’re feelin’ lonely don’t &lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one I ever want &lt;br /&gt;I only wanna make it good &lt;br /&gt;So if I love ya a little more than I should &lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me, I know not what I do... &lt;br /&gt;...i can’t stop lovin’ you &lt;br /&gt;Don’t deny me this pain I’m going through... &lt;br /&gt;...if I need ya like I do &lt;br /&gt;Please believe me every word I say is true... &lt;br /&gt;...our best times are together... &lt;br /&gt;...touch, still gettin’ closer baby &lt;br /&gt;Can’t get close enough... &lt;br /&gt;Still holdin’ on, still number one &lt;br /&gt;I remember the smell of your skin...everything &lt;br /&gt;...all your moves...you, yeah! &lt;br /&gt;...the nights ya know I still do... &lt;br /&gt;...one thing I’m sure of is the way we make love &lt;br /&gt;And one thing I depend on is for us to stay strong &lt;br /&gt;With every word and every breath I’m prayin’ &lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m sayin’... &lt;br /&gt;...never leave me I don’t know what I’d do... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/5510819-109019112234466748?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109019112234466748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109019112234466748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109019112234466748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109019112234466748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post_109019112234466748.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109018987398777605</id><published>2004-07-19T02:42:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-19T03:01:13.986+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When you love someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Bryan Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone - you’ll do anything&lt;br /&gt;You’ll do all the crazy things that you can’t explain&lt;br /&gt;You’ll shoot the moon - put out the sun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll deny the truth - believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;There’ll be times that you’ll believe you can really fly&lt;br /&gt;But your lonely nights - have just begun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone - you’ll feel it deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And nothin else can ever change your mind&lt;br /&gt;When you want someone - when you need someone&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone - you’ll sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;You’d give it everything you got and you won’t think twice&lt;br /&gt;You’d risk it all - no matter what may come&lt;br /&gt;When you love someoneYou’ll shoot the moon - put out the sun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109018987398777605?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109018987398777605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109018987398777605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109018987398777605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109018987398777605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/when-you-love-someone-by-bryan-adams.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-109018658845951360</id><published>2004-07-19T01:52:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-19T02:06:28.460+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who can say where the road goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where the day flows, only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And who can say if your love grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As your heart chose, only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who can say why your heart sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As your love flies, only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And who can say why your heart cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When your love lies, only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who can say when the roads meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That love might be in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And who can say when the day sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If the night keeps all your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Night keeps all your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who can say if your love grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As your heart chose- Only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And who can say where the road goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where the day flows, only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who knows? Only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Written by:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eithne Ní Bhraonáin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lyrics:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Roma Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Appears On:&amp;nbsp;A Day Without Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-109018658845951360?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109018658845951360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=109018658845951360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109018658845951360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/109018658845951360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/only-time-day-without-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-108969944230147682</id><published>2004-07-13T10:25:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-13T10:56:55.546+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تا حالا براتون پیش اومده کسی رو ببینین که روز تولدش با شما یکی باشه؟&lt;br /&gt;از نجوم و طالع بینی نمیخوام بگم، فقط خیلی برام جالبه که من با بعضی از هم ماهی هام خیلی احساس قرابت می کنم.. و یه دوست 4 اسفندی هم دارم که نهایت دوست ایده آله!!!&lt;br /&gt;امروز هم دلیل یه احساس قرابت دیگه رو فهمیدم!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.superiorpics.com/drew_barrymore/images/main1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew Barrymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth: &lt;strong&gt;February 22nd&lt;/strong&gt;, 1975 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-108969944230147682?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/108969944230147682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=108969944230147682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/108969944230147682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/108969944230147682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-108949316771628539</id><published>2004-07-11T01:17:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-11T01:35:56.373+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sylvatic.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.sharemation.com/sylvatic/END.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;به همین سادگی!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وقتی به همین سادگی، همه چی تموم میشه و فرصت و مجال بودن دیگه نیست! واقعا ارزش داشت اون همه &lt;br /&gt;ignore&lt;br /&gt;کردن همدیگه؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-108949316771628539?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/108949316771628539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=108949316771628539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/108949316771628539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/108949316771628539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/ignore.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-108906175183337367</id><published>2004-07-06T01:34:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-06T01:39:11.836+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=1467191&amp;size=lg"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1467191-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photographer: Ivan Milovidov&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-108906175183337367?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/108906175183337367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=108906175183337367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/108906175183337367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/108906175183337367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/photographer-ivan-milovidov.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-108774175095366357</id><published>2004-06-20T18:52:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-20T18:59:10.953+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;جایی که دیگر انسان مصلحتی ندارد تا حقیقت را برای آن فدا کند، دیگر از کسی واهمه نمیکند تا حق را کتمان نماید... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; برگرفته از نیایش های دکتر چمران&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510819-108774175095366357?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/108774175095366357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=108774175095366357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/108774175095366357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/108774175095366357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-108756753878447856</id><published>2004-06-18T18:30:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-18T18:35:59.486+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;جوراب در آوردن بچه ها&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=2446421"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/2446421-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Jerry King &lt;br /&gt;Caption:      Off, darned sock! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/5510819-108756753878447856?l=neelgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/108756753878447856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510819&amp;postID=108756753878447856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/108756753878447856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510819/posts/default/108756753878447856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neelgoon.blogspot.com/2004/06/photographer-jerry-king-caption-off.html' title=''/><author><name>0</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510819.post-108730646278693795</id><published>2004-06-15T17:58:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-15T18:04:22.786+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ratical.org/many_worlds/K/K3.pdf"&gt;A DIALOGUE WITH ONESELF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J. Krishnamurti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from a Discussion Meeting at the Brockwood Part Gathering, August 30, 1977&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that love cannot exist when there is jealousy; love cannot exist when there is attachment. Now, is it possible for me to be free of jealousy and attachment? I realize that I do not love. That is a fact. I am not going to deceive myself; I am not going to pretend to my wife that I love her. I do not know what love is. But I do know that I am jealous and I do know that I am terribly attached to her and that in attachment there is fear, there is jealousy, anxiety; there is a sense of dependence. I do not like to depend but I depend because I am lonely; I am shoved around in the office, in the factory and I come home and I want to feel comfort and companionship, to escape from myself. Now I ask myself: how am I to be free of this attachment? I am taking that just as an example. &lt;br /&gt;     At first, I want to run away from the question. I do not know how it is going to end up with my wife. When I am really detached from her my relationship to her may change. She might be attached to me and I might not be attached to her or to any other woman. But I am going to investigate. So I will not run away from what I imagine might be the consequence of being totally free of all attachment. I do not know what love is, but I see very clearly, definitely, without any doubt, that attachment to my wife means jealousy, possession, fear, anxiety and I want freedom from all that. So I begin to enquire; I look for a method and I get caught in a system. Some guru says: "I will help you to be detached, do this and this; practise this and this." I accept what he says because I see the importance of being free and he promises me that if I do what he says I will have reward. But I see that way that I am looking for reward. I see how silly I am; wanting to be free and getting attached to a reward. &lt;br /&gt;     I do not want to be attached and yet I find myself getting attached to the idea that somebody, or some book, or some method, will reward me with freedom from attachment. So, the reward becomes an attachment. So I say: "Look what I have done; be careful, do not get caught in that trap." Whether it is a woman, a method, or an idea, it is still attachment. I am very watchful now for I have learned something; that is, not to exchange attachment for something else that is still attachment. &lt;br /&gt;     I ask myself: "What am I to do to be free of attachment?" What is my motive in wanting to be free of attachment? Is it not that I want to achieve a state where there is no attachment, no fear and so on? And I suddenly realize that motive gives direction and that direction will dictate my freedom. Why have a motive? What is motive? A motive is a hope, or a desire, to achieve something. I see that I am attached to a motive. Not only my wife, not only my idea, the method, but my motive has become my attachment! So I am all the time functioning within the field of attachment - the wife, the method and the motive to achieve something in the future. To all this I am attached. I see that it is a tremendously complex thing; I did not realize that to be free of attachment implied all this. Now, I see this as clearly as I see on a map the main roads, the side roads and the villages; I see it very clearly. Then I say to myself: "Now, is it possible for me to be free of the great attachment I have for my wife and also of the reward which I think I am going to get and of my motive?" To all this I am attached. Why? Is it that I am insufficient in myself? Is it that I am very very lonely and therefore seek to escape from that feeling of isolation by turning to a woman, an idea, a motive; as if I must hold onto something? I see that it is so, I am lonely and escaping through attachment to something from that feeling of extraordinary isolation. &lt;br /&gt;     So I am interested in understanding why I am lonely, for I see it is that which makes me attached. That loneliness has forced me to escape through attachment to this or to that and I see that as long as I am lonely the sequence will always be this. What does it mean to be lonely? How does it come about? Is it instinctual, inherited, or is it brought about by my daily activity? If it is an instinct, if it is inherited, it is part of my lot; I am not to blame. But as I do not accept this, I question it and remain with the question. I am watching and I am not trying to find an intellectual answer. I am not trying to tell the loneliness what it should do, or what it is; I am watching for it to tell me. There is a watchfulness for the loneliness to reveal itself. It will not reveal itself if I run away; if I am frightened; if I resist it. So I watch it. I watch it so that no thought interferes. Watching is much more important than thought coming in. And because my whole energy is concerned with the observation of that loneliness thought does not come in at all. The mind is being challenged and it must answer. Being challenged it is in a crisis. In a crisis you have great energy and that energy remains without being interfered with by thought. This is a challenge which must be answered. &lt;br /&gt;     I started out having a dialogue with myself. I asked myself what is this strange thing called love; everybody talks about it, writes about it - all the romantic poems, pictures, sex and all other areas of it? I ask: is there such a thing as love? I see it does not exist when there is jealousy, hatred, fear. So I am not concerned with love anymore; I am concerned with `what is', my fear, my attachment. Why am I attached? I see that one of the reasons - I do not say it is the whole reason - is that I am desperately lonely, isolated. The older I grow the more isolated I become. So I watch it. This is a challenge to find out, and because it is a challenge all energy is there to respond. That is simple. If there is some catastrophe, an accident or whatever it is, it is a challenge and I have the energy to meet it. I do not have to ask: "How do I get this energy?" When the house is on fire I have the energy to move; extraordinary energy. I do not sit back and say: "Well, I must get this energy" and then wait; the whole house will be burned by then. &lt;br /&gt;     So there is this tremendous energy to answer the question: why is there this loneliness? I have rejected ideas, suppositions and theories that it is inherited, that it is instinctual. All that means nothing to me. Loneliness is `what is'. Why is there this loneliness which every human being, if he is at all aware, goes through, superficially or most profoundly? Why does it come into being? Is it that the mind is doing something which is bringing it about? I have rejected theories as to instinct and inheritance and I am asking: is the mind, the brain itself, bringing about this loneliness, this total isolation? Is the movement of thought doing this? Is the thought in my daily life creating this sense of isolation? In the office I am isolating myself because I want to become the top executive, therefore thought is working all the time isolating itself. I see that thought is aIl the time operating to make itself superior, the mind is working itself towards this isolation. &lt;br /&gt;     So the problem then is: why does thought do this? Is it the nature of thought to work for itself? Is it the nature of thought to create this isolation? Education brings about this isolation; it gives me a certain career, a certain specialization and so, isolation. Thought, being fragmentary, being limited and time binding, is creating this isolation. In that limitation, it has found security saying: "I have a special career in my life; I am a professor; I am perfectly safe." So my concern is then: why does thought do it? Is it in its very nature to do this? Whatever thought does must be limited. Now the problem is: can thought realize that whatever it does is limited, fragmented and therefore isolating and that whatever it does will be thus? This is a very important point: can thought itself realize its own limitations? Or am I telling it that it is limited? This, I see, is very important to understand; this is the real essence of the matter. If thought realizes itself that it is limited then there is no resistance, no conflict; it says, "I am that". But if I am telling it that it is limited then I become separate from the limitation. Then I struggle to overcome the limitation, therefore there is conflict and violence, not love. &lt;br /&gt;     So does thought realize of itself that it is limited? I have to find out. I am being challenged. Because I am challenged I have great energy. Put it differently: does consciousness realize its content is itself? Or is it that I have heard another say: "Consciousness is its content; its content makes up consciousness"? Therefore I say, "Yes, it is so". Do you see the difference between the two? The latter, created by thought, is imposed by the `me'. If I impose something on thought then there is conflict. It is like a tyrannical government imposing on someone, but here that government is what I have created. &lt;br /&gt;     So I am asking myself: has thought realized its own limitations? Or is it pretending to be something extraordinary, noble, divine? - which is nonsense because thought is based on memory. I see that there must be clarity about this point: that there is no outside influence imposing on thought saying it is limited. Then, because there is no imposition there is no conflict; it simply realizes it is limited; it realizes that whatever it does - its worship of god and so on - is limited, shoddy, petty - even though it has created marvellous cathedrals throughout Europe in which to worship. &lt;br /&gt;     So there has been in my conversation with myself the discovery that loneliness is created by thought. Thought has now realized of itself that it is limited and so cannot solve the problem of loneliness. As it cannot solve the problem of loneliness, does loneliness exist? Thought has created this sense of loneliness, this emptiness, because it is limited, fragmentary, divided and when it realizes this, loneliness is not, therefore there is freedom from attachment. I have done nothing; I have watched the attachment, what is implied in it, greed, fear, loneliness, all that and by tracing it, observing it, not analysing it, but just looking, looking and looking, there is the discovery that thought has done all this. Thought, because it is fragmentary, has created this attachment. When it realizes this, attachment ceases. There is no effort made at all. For the moment there is effort - conflict is back again. &lt;br /&gt;     In love there is no attachment; if there is attachment there is no love. There has been the removal of the major factor through negation of what it is not, through the negation of attachment. I know what it means in my daily life: no remembrance of anything my wife, my girl friend, or my neighbour did to hurt me; no attachment to any image thought has created about her; how she has bullied me, how she has given me comfort, how I have had pleasure sexually, all the different things of which the movement of thought has created images; attachment to those images has gone. &lt;br /&gt;     And there are other factors: must I go through all those step by step, one by one? Or is it all over? Must I go through, must I investigate - as I have investigated attachment - fear, pleasure and the desire for comfort? I see that I do not have to go through all the investigation of all these various factors; I see it at one glance, I have captured it. &lt;br /&gt;     So, through negation of what is not love, love is. I do not have to ask what love is. I do not have to run after it. If I run after it, it is not love, it is a reward. 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