<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523</id><updated>2011-10-05T17:46:27.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my great portfolio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-8370498367026301564</id><published>2007-04-21T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:32:12.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i15.tinypic.com/451x08o_th"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i15.tinypic.com/451x08o_th"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/451x08o_th" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;In the name of the lord of universe, great and generous, provides our needs, merciful and kind and his right is clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/303103615403861523-8370498367026301564?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/8370498367026301564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=8370498367026301564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/8370498367026301564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/8370498367026301564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-name-of-lord-of-universe-great-and_21.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-1568366965770361602</id><published>2007-04-16T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:13:08.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Biologists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Two biologists are in the field following the tracks of a radio-collared grizzly bear. All of a sudden, the bear crashes out of the brush and heads right for them. They scramble up the nearest tree, but the bear starts climbing up the tree after them. The first biologist starts taking off his heavy leather hiking boots and pulls a pair of sleek running shoes from his back-pack. The second biologist gives him a puzzled look and says, "What in the world are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "I figure when the bear gets close to us, we'll jump down and make a run for it."&lt;br /&gt;The second guy says, "Are you crazy? We both know you can't outrun a full-grown grizzly bear."&lt;br /&gt;The first guy says, "I don't have to outrun the bear, I only have to outrun you!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303103615403861523-1568366965770361602?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/1568366965770361602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=1568366965770361602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/1568366965770361602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/1568366965770361602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/04/biologists-two-biologists-are-in-field_16.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-8020124964301655453</id><published>2007-04-16T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:16:01.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                       THE HARD FACTS ABOUT SMOKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tobacco  is the second leading cause of death globally, causing nearly five million deaths annually .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Smoking will prematurely kill over 10 million people a year by 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;It is the only legal product that causes the death of half of its regular users .This means that out of 1.3billion smokers ,650 million will die prematurely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tobacco use is the cause of the majority of lung cancer cases and it has been linked to many other types of cancer, such as cervical and kidney cancer. Other health risks include heart attacks,strokes and other cardiovascular diseases , bronchitis , asthma and other respiratory diseases, as well as infertility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303103615403861523-8020124964301655453?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/8020124964301655453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=8020124964301655453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/8020124964301655453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/8020124964301655453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/04/hard-facts-about-smoking-tobacco-is.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-1765644739274372390</id><published>2007-04-16T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T06:01:20.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iran-embassy.org.in/photo/iran_pics/babataher01m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.iran-embassy.org.in/photo/iran_pics/babataher01m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;BABA TAHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;without thee in the garden ,lord,i know the sweetly-perfumed roses cannot grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nor tears of grief, although the lips should smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;be washed away in joy's bright overflow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;when trees to grow beyond their boundaries dare, they cause the gardeners much anxious care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;down to their very roots they must be pruned,though pearls and rubies be the fruits they bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2ik6pok"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;grieving for thee my heart is very sad,a brick my pillow,and my couch the earth; my only sin is lovingthee too well;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;surely not all thy lovers suffer so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;o lord! this heart of mine afflicts me sore, i weep this heart of mine both they and night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;often i grieve but for my grief; o some-one rid me of this heart that i may be free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2ik6pok"&gt;&lt;/a&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/303103615403861523-1765644739274372390?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/1765644739274372390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=1765644739274372390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/1765644739274372390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/1765644739274372390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/04/baba-taher-without-thee-in-garden-lordi.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-6410089221947237620</id><published>2007-04-16T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T07:00:44.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i17.tinypic.com/2qk55yx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/2qk55yx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;                                                     protean time        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                                time is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  too slow for those who waite &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  too swift for those who fear ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                too long for those who grieve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 too short for those who rejoice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 but for those who love, time is eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303103615403861523-6410089221947237620?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/6410089221947237620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=6410089221947237620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6410089221947237620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6410089221947237620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/04/protean-time-time-is-too-slow-for-those.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i17.tinypic.com/2qk55yx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-6449913771853026114</id><published>2007-04-15T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T04:32:55.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i18.tinypic.com/67rcw81.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/67rcw81.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#003300;"&gt;If I had milliards money ….It is vision of many people. These visions make the life sweet. Money, Money, Money…. A famous sentence says "money does not bring prosperity, but if it be not, it brings adversity.&lt;br /&gt;It is true. Much money is not good. Because it is to space between hearts. I should say I'm sorry. Because many people live for to earn money .surely, they are wrong they should know (that) to earn money is for to live.&lt;br /&gt;But in phantom if I had money , in the first I buy a large gift for mother and I give all poor of world .perhaps that day any poor be not left in the world. Perhaps that day any child is not obliged to write his homework in hot weather or cold beside his scale, and perhaps that day smile makes peace with some Adams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/303103615403861523-6449913771853026114?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/6449913771853026114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=6449913771853026114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6449913771853026114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6449913771853026114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-i-had-milliards-money.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.tinypic.com/67rcw81_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-6222620133912970386</id><published>2007-04-15T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:58:57.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;TEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;1) She may……the window now.&lt;br /&gt;a) opens b) to open c) opening d)open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) He ……..rides his bicycle last year.&lt;br /&gt;a) shouldn't b) couldn't c) mustn't d) can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) He didn't have a car. He…….walk to work.&lt;br /&gt;a) Should b) has to c) had to d) must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I think …… easy to learn Farsi in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;a) there is b) it is c) there are d)they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My friend is …….student.&lt;br /&gt;a) as clever as b) cleverer than c) a clever d) clever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) This is …….. Park that I know.&lt;br /&gt;a) a beautiful b) more beautiful than c)the most beautiful d)as beautiful as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Mina is ……..than Maryam.&lt;br /&gt;a) as tall as b) taller c) tallest d)the tallest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My brother plays as ………as me.&lt;br /&gt;a) good b) well c) better d) the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Ali………us to the party.&lt;br /&gt;a)was invited b)invite c)will be invited d)invited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The car ……… every Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;a) is washed b) washes c) washed d)will be washed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303103615403861523-6222620133912970386?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/6222620133912970386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=6222620133912970386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6222620133912970386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6222620133912970386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/04/tests-1-she-maythe-window-now_15.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-7714290293104086024</id><published>2007-04-02T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:01:18.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MY MEMORIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;mother's day was near. I was still child small .I wanted to buy a very beautiful gift for mother .I think if I have more money, so I can buy a more beautiful gift. So I saved my all money.&lt;br /&gt;One day was until day's mother. so I went to the Bazaar with my father. I wanted to buy a nice ring for her. I asked: how much is it? I understood (that) my money is not enough. My father said: don't worry; I will pay its money. I said: No…but you can lend it to me. My father laughed. We bought the ring. Next day I gave it to my mother. She became happy and hugged me. My father said: "of course we know, we can not compensate mother's&lt;/span&gt; works."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/303103615403861523-7714290293104086024?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/7714290293104086024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=7714290293104086024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/7714290293104086024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/7714290293104086024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-memories-days-mother-was-near.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-4204826323675807315</id><published>2007-03-30T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:14:36.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="file:///F:/Photo/OBJECT/WTRFALL.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY MEMORIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;In one of the Norooz days, I and my family and my uncles went to Qamsar village. In the morning, we put a ball, some fruits, dried and bread in the suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;When we were going, the weather was good. We think it's good until end of day. But we think wrong! Because when we arrived Qamsar, the weather was raining, a deep raining. So we went to Holy shrine (Emamzadeh pear davod). We ate lunch, there. Its better we comeback Kashan, Grandmother said. But children wanted to go to the park.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, the weather became sunny. So we played in the park. It's very attractive and nice, green trees, beautiful flowers after a deep raining! Then we returned home with dirty clothes and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/303103615403861523-4204826323675807315?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/4204826323675807315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=4204826323675807315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/4204826323675807315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/4204826323675807315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-memories-in-one-of-norooz-days-i-and.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-6085839625724882701</id><published>2007-03-26T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:15:03.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORDS OF ENLIGHTENED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Happiness can not from without. It must come from within. It is not what we see and touch or that which others do for us. Which makes us happy: it is that which we think and feel and do. first for the other fellow and then for ourselves&lt;em&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303103615403861523-6085839625724882701?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/6085839625724882701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=6085839625724882701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6085839625724882701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6085839625724882701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-morning-when-i-was-read-magazine-i.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-2758136941796018153</id><published>2007-03-26T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:25:33.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CAT AND THE BELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#003333;"&gt;There were a lot of mice in a house. The man of the house gat a cat. The cat killed many of the mice.&lt;br /&gt;Then the oldest mouse said: "All mice must come to my hole tonight, and we will think what we con do about this cat." All the mice came. Many mice spoke, but none knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;At last a young mouse stood up and said: "we must put a bell on the cat. Then when the cat comes near, we'll hear the bell and run away and hide .so the cat will never catch any more mice." Then old mouse asked: "Who will put the bell on the cat?"&lt;br /&gt;No mouse answered. At last he said:" It is not hard to say things, but it is harder to do them."&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/303103615403861523-2758136941796018153?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/2758136941796018153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=2758136941796018153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/2758136941796018153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/2758136941796018153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/03/cat-and-bell-there-were-lot-of-mice-in.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-6936679338518257553</id><published>2007-03-26T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:43:19.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fiddlechicks.com/images/chickie_copyright_do_not_steal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fiddlechicks.com/images/chickie_copyright_do_not_steal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I am a bird. I can fly and sometimes can talk. I am very beautiful and have many colors. I live on the tree in the hot jungles. I am … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I am a bird that can run fast but can not fly. I have two toes on each foot. I am very big and I have big eggs, too. I am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;am a bird. I am black and white. I live on the ice. I can swim, too. But I can not fly. I eat fish. I am…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/303103615403861523-6936679338518257553?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/6936679338518257553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=6936679338518257553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6936679338518257553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6936679338518257553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-am-i-i-am-bird.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-6484679696806538527</id><published>2007-03-26T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:51:34.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nbk.rmutp.ac.th/funny/chiken_pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nbk.rmutp.ac.th/funny/chiken_pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Riddle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. If a rooster laid and egg on top of a pointed roof hen house, which side would the egg roll of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Two fathers and two sons went fishing. Each fisher man caught a fish, yet only three fish were caught. How is this possible?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/303103615403861523-6484679696806538527?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/6484679696806538527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=6484679696806538527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6484679696806538527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6484679696806538527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/03/riddle-1.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-5022169095447188357</id><published>2007-03-21T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T03:52:15.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.tinypic.com/2u6edeh_th"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/2u6edeh_th" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.tinypic.com/2u6edeh_th"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NEW YEAR PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;Thou who changes heart and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Thou who changes days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;Thou who Trans forms the conditions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Change our conditions to the best conditions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/303103615403861523-5022169095447188357?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/5022169095447188357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=5022169095447188357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/5022169095447188357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/5022169095447188357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-year-prayer-thou-who-changes-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-5969748101080030244</id><published>2007-03-09T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:21:02.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;things too quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;When they had all gone and come back, he calledthem together to describe what they had seen The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that theessence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall. &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/303103615403861523-5969748101080030244?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/5969748101080030244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=5969748101080030244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/5969748101080030244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/5969748101080030244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/03/interesting-story_09.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-1551135712745325246</id><published>2007-03-09T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:36:42.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://evelynwolf.free.fr/gift2_butt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://evelynwolf.free.fr/gift2_butt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://evelynwolf.free.fr/gift2_butt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://evelynwolf.free.fr/gift2_butt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear God...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;I Found you today in the eyes of a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;He looked up at me and gave me a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;He gave me such comfort for which I had longed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;Through the eyes of a child I realized I belonged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;I found you today in an old woman's face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;As she held my hand I felt your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;From problems in life I knew I would prevail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;Which I felt through her hands so old and so frail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;I found you today in the warmth of a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;Who has given me strength for which I can depend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;When life had me down and I felt so depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;I realized through my friend just how much I was blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;I found you today when I searched for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I've come to realize he'd been there all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;In family and friends, and those each day I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Each day I find you, and now I've found you in me &lt;/span&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/303103615403861523-1551135712745325246?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/1551135712745325246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=1551135712745325246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/1551135712745325246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/1551135712745325246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-found-god-todayi-found-god-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-2825652543167633299</id><published>2007-03-08T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:24:19.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BUTCHER AND THE LAWYER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#003333;"&gt;A lawyer's dog, running about unleashed, beelines for a butcher shop and steals a roast. The butcher goes to the lawyer's office and asks, "If a dog running unleashed steals a piece of meat from my store, do I have a right to demand payment for the meat from the dog's owner?" The lawyer answers, "Absolutely." "Then you owe me $12.50. Your dog was loose and stole a roast from me today." The lawyer, without a word, writes the butcher a check for $12.50. A few days later the butcher receives a letter from the lawyer: "$45 due for consultation".&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/303103615403861523-2825652543167633299?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/2825652543167633299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=2825652543167633299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/2825652543167633299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/2825652543167633299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/03/interesting-story.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-4342662268487236665</id><published>2007-03-07T00:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:34:58.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;WHAT'S DEATH? DO WE ACCEPT IT?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#003333;"&gt;Death is a fact and we must accept it any way.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we afraid of death, of course because of my activities in this world .I know that God will judge about our deeds in resurrection day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't afraid because I have read a lot in Holy Qoran about compassion of God.&lt;br /&gt;I think after life rebirth .we again are born and live for eternal. According to our deeds in this world. We may be in parades or hell. After our life in this world, there must be life in judgment day because of justice of God.&lt;br /&gt;Life without death is not complete. Not only our good different activates can not be praised completely in this world Because of its limitations, but also our bad activate can not be punished completely in this world, so the life without death is incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303103615403861523-4342662268487236665?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/4342662268487236665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=4342662268487236665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/4342662268487236665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/4342662268487236665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/03/aern.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-7467502745215620502</id><published>2007-02-24T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:14:01.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the chart and say the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;COLOR&lt;/span&gt; not the word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yellow &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;     silver  &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;   Orange&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;   Black    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  Gray&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;  Violet      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Left –Right conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your right brain tries to say the color but your left brain insists on reading the word&lt;/span&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/303103615403861523-7467502745215620502?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/7467502745215620502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=7467502745215620502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/7467502745215620502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/7467502745215620502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/02/gray-hairs.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-6950293392501929934</id><published>2007-02-18T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T07:48:42.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.khattam.com/cards/friendship/fren10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.khattam.com/cards/friendship/fren10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/303103615403861523-6950293392501929934?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/6950293392501929934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=6950293392501929934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6950293392501929934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/6950293392501929934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303103615403861523.post-2605658183172371236</id><published>2007-02-17T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:27:01.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i19.tinypic.com/2pt6yjo_th"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;FATE OF A GINGERBREAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#003333;"&gt;One day an old woman backed Gingerbread man for her husband … suddenly, she heard a voice from the oven. "Let me out! It said. She opened the door and the Gingerbread man ran out. The old couple ran after him shouting "stop! We want to eat you!" but the Gingerbread man ran away singing "Run, run as fast as you can. You can not catch me. I am the Gingerbread man!"&lt;br /&gt;A horse saw him and said "stop! I want to eat you!" But the Gingerbread man ran away even faster singing" Run, run as fast as you can. You can not catch me. I am the Gingerbread man!"&lt;br /&gt;A caw saw him and said "stop! I want to eat you!" But the Gingerbread man ran away even faster singing" Run, run as fast as you can. You can no0t catch me. I am the Gingerbread man!"&lt;br /&gt;A fox saw him and said "stop! I want to eat you!" But the Gingerbread man ran away even faster singing" Run, run as fast as you can. You can no0t catch me. I am the Gingerbread man!" But the fox chased him all the away to a river.&lt;br /&gt;The Gingerbread man didn't know how to swim. "I can help you "said the cunning fox. If you jump on my tail, I’ll carry you across. The Gingerbread man jumped on the fox's tail and the fox started to swim across the river. But the fox said "jump on my nose .Yoiuoo heavy for my tail."&lt;br /&gt;When they reached the river bank the fox tossed the Gingerbread man high up into the air. Down he fell and the fox gobbled him all up! And that was the end of the Gingerbread man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/303103615403861523-2605658183172371236?l=brightsun1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/feeds/2605658183172371236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=303103615403861523&amp;postID=2605658183172371236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/2605658183172371236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303103615403861523/posts/default/2605658183172371236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightsun1.blogspot.com/2007/02/wrong-direction-prince-of-wei-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>good girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11620064781798439753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
