<?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-9023263886131780367</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:27:18.900+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Change your mind.</title><subtitle type='html'>It's best for all of us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-6302632806273932287</id><published>2009-12-03T20:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.261+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The End                 of The Beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SxgSJ5GMpyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jMF3dCu3kXU/s1600-h/f1c60da48f431f3ce40b4ba34859943b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SxgSJ5GMpyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jMF3dCu3kXU/s200/f1c60da48f431f3ce40b4ba34859943b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411094913440589602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with a few friends of mine these days...I was asking advices for a personal issue.(If I can call it like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that I need to have a bit of self-confidence and like my psychologist said: "I dont have confidence in my own forces, afraid of dreaming and to desire, sometimes unstable and doubtful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think shes pretty right about some of them, but anyways lets get to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;What I've wanted to say is that from this day to the days to come, I will stop giving up, start fighint for little things, great things, big things, be more determined, do exactly the opposide of what my psy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///Nasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-6302632806273932287?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/6302632806273932287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/6302632806273932287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/6302632806273932287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-beginning.html' title='The End                 of The Beginning.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SxgSJ5GMpyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jMF3dCu3kXU/s72-c/f1c60da48f431f3ce40b4ba34859943b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-5397691201984301915</id><published>2009-06-13T22:12:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.264+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you Think?</title><content type='html'>So I wanted to ask you something, and that somethins is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered if everything in your life happens because of you?&lt;br /&gt;Well if you haven't, it's ok, but if you wondered then is a different story, because i have wondered and my answer to this questions is a big fucking YES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;hmm it's simple, because if I come to think of it, it's something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think, decide and do it's a result of my actions...&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I like a girl, I'll go talk to her, and if she likes me back, I'll spend a portion of my life with that girl, and what happens is because of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is thinking different, acting different, making a change in my life style(This includes changing my life radically, or just a simple change), Help people, talk with them, support them, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said to me a long time ago(like 5-6 months or so) "Things don't happens because of you, they never can"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do, and this is just my advice: "just be somebody, be someone and make something with your life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say more but I'll keep it for me....anyways Have Fun on vacation and Good Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some songs from Strawberry, but I can't host them...I'll put them later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///Nasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-5397691201984301915?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/5397691201984301915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/5397691201984301915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/5397691201984301915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-think.html' title='Do you Think?'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-2284435377038648462</id><published>2009-06-02T07:25:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.267+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I realize certain things.</title><content type='html'>First I have to apologize for not writing something for a long time.....anyways a few days ago I figured alot of things and those things are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want from my life,&lt;br /&gt;The aspects, qualities of the girl that I will spend a portion of my life with, maybe my whole life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to be when I will grow up,&lt;br /&gt;I realize that if you want something, you are capable of getting it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alot more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will share with you what happen with that girl that I liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this, two weeks ago, I went to talk to her, we talked for the entire school break, the break was around 15mins or so, anyways she was as I expected(she liked me) but watch and read this carefully... I refused her because of her character, I told her: "Can you give me you're phone please", after  she gaved me her phone, I searched for some music and I found the genere that I hate the most, after this one of her colleague passes near us and she calles her name and she answers her back with something like this: "You idiot don't you see that I'm busy" after hearing this I said to her: "Hey, I'm sorry but I'm not intrested in you anymore, cya around" and I turned my back and walked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///Nasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-2284435377038648462?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/2284435377038648462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-realize-certain-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/2284435377038648462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/2284435377038648462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-realize-certain-things.html' title='I realize certain things.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-6432703867722471043</id><published>2009-05-13T19:15:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.270+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intamplare din ziua de azi.</title><content type='html'>Am vorbit cu el azi(George aka Nasty) si l-am intrebat daca a vorbit cu ea(ea fiind persoana de care ii place lui), raspunsul a fost desigur un "nu" zis foarte ciudat, nesigur, asa ca i-am urat bafta si succes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi cand am fost cu el la magazinul "Rulez"(pentru cei care stau in bucuresti stiu despre ce magazin vorbesc), eu eram imbracat cu un tricou verde si blugi albastri el era imbracat in blugi albastri cu niste taieturi in zona genunchilor si cu acest tricou:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2G0vFjug4HI/Sgr17BE3v1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/evfn19Xpgc4/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2G0vFjug4HI/Sgr17BE3v1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/evfn19Xpgc4/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335347102823726930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand am ajuns la rulez, ce crezi ca scrie pe usa?&lt;br /&gt;        Ne-am mutat....mda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am hotarat sa mergem pe jos de la rulez pana la noi in drumul taberei(sunt cam  9 statii de trolebuz, masina iar daca o iei  pe partea cu 137 sunt 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand am ajuns pe la Facultatea de Drept cateva fete vazand ce scrie pe tricoul lui, i-au zis daca pot sa faca  o poza cu el, el a zis "yea, why not..?"&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce am mai mers 100 de metri alt grup de fete, dar de data asta s-au pus in fata noastra si nu ne-au lasat sa trecem pana nu au citit ce scrie pe tricou.&lt;br /&gt;Odata ajunsi la Parcul Eroilor[mentionez cei care stau in bucuresti stiu despre ce vorbesc,(de la Facultatea de Drept mai sunt cam 500-700 de metri pana la acest parc)]&lt;br /&gt;La trecerea de pietoni din Parcul Eroilor un sofer de masina, cred ca avea in jur de 20 si ceva de ani, scoate capul pe geam si zice marfa tricou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecand pe langa parc si mergand spre casa foarte multe persoane se uitau la ce scria pe tricou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand am ajuns in Drumul Taberei, ne oprim la un magazin, cumparam ceva de baut(mai precis apa plata) , iar dupa ce iesim din magazin el imi zice(mai mult ca pe o afirmatie):&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie neaparat sa vorbesc cu ea, si dupa intreaba stii si de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Eu ii raspund ca nu am nici cea mai vaga idee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar raspunsul pe care mi l-a dat a fost unul la care nici nu ma asteptam si parerea mea sincera e ca are foarte mare dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspunsul a fost:&lt;br /&gt;Candva, persoana pe care o respect eu cel mai mult(el fiind George iar persoana pe care o respecta este anonima...&gt;.&gt;) mi-a zis: "Va veni o zi, cand iti va placea de o fata: frumoasa, desteapta si poate si cu bani, cine stie, iar tu nu vei face nimic, dar absolut nimic" iar dupa aceea el imi zice: "Ceea ce am auzit, nu vreau sa fie adevarat, iar pentru asta trebuie sa dovedesc ca sunt eu"(nu am inteles ce a vrut sa zica prin asta, sper ca voi o sa intelegeti, si daca ati inteles va rog ziceti-mi si mie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, Strawberry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-6432703867722471043?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/6432703867722471043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/05/intamplare-din-ziua-de-azi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/6432703867722471043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/6432703867722471043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/05/intamplare-din-ziua-de-azi.html' title='Intamplare din ziua de azi.'/><author><name>Strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17677916111567723103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2G0vFjug4HI/SgVMhixq1JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/i0CL6etPHDM/S220/Let_Go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2G0vFjug4HI/Sgr17BE3v1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/evfn19Xpgc4/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-1388266401210560025</id><published>2009-05-11T18:27:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.277+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st failure.</title><content type='html'>So it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;  When she passed near me, I looked at her and she was looking down, that meant that she was sad or she had something on her mind. I chouldn't figuer it out what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she walked away crossing the lane, some anger was building in me, because i'm so stupid, afraid, pathetic of some refusal, if she refuses me, i'm afraid of myself, i'm afraid of what she will say, i'm afraid of many things but why this onee???, why herrrrr?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i don't have the courage to open a chat with herr??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i don't deserv her... i don't know that, i will never know that, i will know it after trying to talk to her...now i don't care what it takes and i think i have one more chance to talk to her, after that i will throw it all away......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you down people, and for that i'm sorry...i let her down, i kept her waiting, i will promise you that tomorrow it will be that day if she comes at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the day of me and her, tomorrow will be the begining of us, if and only she accept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed in me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///I hate you strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///Nasty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-1388266401210560025?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/1388266401210560025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-1st-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/1388266401210560025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/1388266401210560025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-1st-failure.html' title='My 1st failure.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-5793059093382565532</id><published>2009-05-10T00:10:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.282+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything starts with a dream.</title><content type='html'>I've always said that everything starts with a dream and so it is.&lt;br /&gt;To be more specified I will give you some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing bmx and skatin`&lt;br /&gt;This is my actual bike:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.playbike.ro/produs.php?id_produs=1112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I will buy in this summer:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.playbike.ro/produs.php?id_produs=1113&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my skate is around 550LEI(I think I will quit skatin`, cause I don't have the time for the both, and if she accepts me, then I won't have the time for bmx and skate, so I need to quit one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an example the 2nd one is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her(the girl that I like) so badly, I can't sleep, I stay in bed for about half an hour, an hour....and I think of her, a way to open a chat with her, not just something that sounds trite, but something that sounds good, cause I really like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that dream becomes a desire, to what it so badly, to do it everyday(this can be used in several things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then that disere becomes a pasion.....I do not know how to express myself, and my thoughts....but if you understood what I wanted to say...then you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///Nasty and Strawberry x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is from strawberry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=21926b8304aa6c&amp;userid=changeyourmind&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=21926b8304aa6c&amp;userid=changeyourmind&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-5793059093382565532?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-5185237655552903258</id><published>2009-05-09T10:43:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:26:00.849+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My story.</title><content type='html'>Like I promised that I will tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;That story is about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young at the age of eight, nine or ten years(I don't quite remember) I was playing with the rubik's cube and I was solving it everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, aunt, cousin, and random people from the streel, they were shuffling the cube, and I were solving it everytime.&lt;br /&gt;I have a record of seven[7] times,(solving it) and I think seven[7] is my lucky number even if my name has only six[6](George) characters and my nickname has five[5](Nasty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had somebody special in my life, and she told me that someday I will become somebody, I will be special, I will be smart, I will be afraid, and then just before ...damn this is hard for me to write and even say because she was that person that I loved the most,....... she told me just before she died: "never show your true face, never show your potential, never tell them who you really are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September the 2nd is turning two[2] years since her death and every year I go to her burial ground and I c............., I bring her flowers, her favorites were the tulips, the red ones to be more specified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay at her tomb like about one[1] hour, one[1]hour and something....and read her favorite story, and then I'm laughing in my inward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never thought that what she said will happen, and now I see that everything she said is true, and that everything she said came in my life and will come eventually...... I just want to know how she knew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///Nasty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-5185237655552903258?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/5185237655552903258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/5185237655552903258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/5185237655552903258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-story.html' title='My story.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-1380746629509962956</id><published>2009-05-08T14:39:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.285+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This was wierd, but it was just what i needed to hear.</title><content type='html'>Today when i returned from school, an elderly lady told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is a beautiful day, if you have something planned you should do it, and you will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a day too beautiful for you not to tell her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she tells me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop being a lonely person, tell her how you feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like What the fuck???(ofc. in my head)&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked by her words.&lt;br /&gt;It was like she knew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was willing to tell the girl that I like(she is from my high-school, I think she is in 11th grade) what I feel for her, but she didn't passed through lane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today when I was going to the sports class, she passes through me, but i was to damn fucking scared to tell her how I feel, but NO MORE, I'VE HAD ENOUGH, i will definitly tell her how i feel, even if it needs to go to her class and talk to her, even if it needs to talk to her in from of her class, I will do it because I LIKE HER, and i think she likes me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I get off the bus, I thought what the elder lady told me.&lt;br /&gt;And i realized something.(actualy I realized alot of things)&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just what I wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indeed a special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to be brave, I must take responsibility for my actions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last of them:&lt;br /&gt;I will never know, unless I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I will go to her and i will tell her how i feel, and i don't care if she doesn't feels the same about me, at least i've tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-1380746629509962956?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/1380746629509962956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-was-wierd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/1380746629509962956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/1380746629509962956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-was-wierd.html' title='This was wierd, but it was just what i needed to hear.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-6806954343945722286</id><published>2009-05-03T11:35:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:17:41.411+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Inspires.</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in my bed and i thought around, and nothing came on my mind, until i heard this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to this song, many ideas  went through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i heard this song three times, i was starting to love it, and now i love it, but after I listened to it several times i started thinking, and what came onto my mind was "music inspires" and i think is true, cause it inspired me with alot of ideas, things and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You can change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what you've said&lt;br /&gt;or what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;things can't be unsaid&lt;br /&gt;but they can be undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three out of five things happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;script src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/changeyourmind/dea992eab232a5" language="javascript" type="text/javascript"&gt;void(0&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript"&gt;show_dea992eab232a5(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-6806954343945722286?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/6806954343945722286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-inspires_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/6806954343945722286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/6806954343945722286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-inspires_03.html' title='Music Inspires.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-4741248592457452389</id><published>2009-04-29T14:28:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Today subject is about:There's no such thing as talent in this world and one person makes the difference.</title><content type='html'>I will start with the subject "There's no such thing as talent in this world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;Before the Easter holidays i was arguing with some of my classmates about talent(they say talent exist in picture,drawers,footballers,and so on), well i told them as the title says There's no such thing as talent....but they wouldn't listen me.&lt;br /&gt;On my holiday i was talking with some of my friends about this topic.&lt;br /&gt;My friends approved my theory about talent, and that is:&lt;br /&gt;"There's no such thing as talent, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just and only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skill&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And i will give you an example:&lt;br /&gt;Footballers more skillfull than others, painters is the same story, drawers same story, athlets same story,  skateboarders and bmxers same story, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the other topic about "One person makes the difference"&lt;br /&gt;I will ask you a few question first:&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that one person can change the world?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that one person can make the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother, i will answer to the both questions, and my answer is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, one person can make the difference and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes,&lt;/span&gt; one person can change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we're capable of evolving, changing, make something with our lifes and because we are the smartest beings on the planet, maybe on the entire universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will give you some example:&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;Edwin Hubble&lt;br /&gt;Adolf Hitler&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;br /&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one that intrests me the most is:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i don't believe in religion...but he changed the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of a few days ago...two out of five things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skatelog.com/skateboarding/skateboard-riders.htm" class="l" onmousedown="return rwt(this,'','','res','3','AFQjCNE0OSlQq1yeExRIg8MWGtHNF_GOVw','&amp;amp;sig2=f1eXdOs3RHbYnnNaiFz05w')"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/9023263886131780367-4741248592457452389?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/4741248592457452389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-subject-is-abouttheres-no-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/4741248592457452389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/4741248592457452389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-subject-is-abouttheres-no-such.html' title='Today subject is about:There&apos;s no such thing as talent in this world and one person makes the difference.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-1283259252958666479</id><published>2009-04-26T05:39:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.302+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok. This will sound crazy.</title><content type='html'>About six months ago I read an article on the internet about socialization with new people and talking with them. After two months i meet a girl(actually i knew her for one year,but we didn't talked to each other)so after i meet her, we started talking about our lifes and we kinda were alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jannuary we started going out(swort of) but i had a wierd dream and i knew this relationship will not withstand long, and so it was, after two months we broke up, after that i lost one more friend, but we "Propitiate"(this word is fucked up wierd)and we are ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i've met new people and i formed a relationship with them of friendship ofc.&lt;br /&gt;After a week or two I listened to an song and the chorus was "turn around and walk away", in like almost a week two of my friends(girls) got bored of us[me and two of my friends(boys, their colleagues)]we were going to skateparks, the two of them left us for some other group.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends just turned around and walked away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like five or six days ago i looked about an article about earthquakes and yesterday evening guess what? Yes you got that right, a fucking earthquake, the earthquake was like 5,3-5,4 degrees on Richter Scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok after i read the fucked up earthquake, i thought about a person that i haven't seen for a long time, guess what? She gives me a message, "Hey, how are you? What are you doing?" and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so on the day of 23 the april on my name's birthday she gives me another message, "Happy birthday and suff like this"&lt;br /&gt;I was like "What the fuck??(ofc in my mind)", i told her thanks and that i want to meet her, to see how she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on the day of the 26 the april, i'm just waiting to see if the things i read will actually come true, if they will come true, i will get the guts to tell the girl that i like how i feel, and share with you a story.(that i've never told anybody before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thank you for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-1283259252958666479?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/1283259252958666479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-this-will-sound-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/1283259252958666479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/1283259252958666479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-this-will-sound-crazy.html' title='Ok. This will sound crazy.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-4944957741305195909</id><published>2009-04-24T23:53:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.307+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What am i  fighting for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So i was talking to some of my friends the other day about what worth's fighting for,one of them has trouble in his relationship the other one has trouble starting one, and me hmm me,just waiting patiently&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So i gave to my friends some advies:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the one that has problems with his ralationship, i told him "if you really care about her, than fight for your relationship, fight for the girl that you love, fight for the both of you, go talk to her, tell her that you love her&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell her how you really feel for her&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the other one i told him: "be patiente man, you're time will come soon enough, and do it step by step, try asking her out man, find common intrests, try to make her like you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last this i told them was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE YOURSELF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i started thinking about me, and i was wondering have i ever fight for somebody, someone and the answer to that question is only for my friends not my girlfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i think What the fuck, i'm kinda lame, pathetic if you like it, but i don't even care, cause when the right time will come i will definitively be a fighter.(i'm  sure of that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is said, good night and sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-4944957741305195909?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/4944957741305195909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-am-i-fighting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/4944957741305195909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/4944957741305195909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-am-i-fighting-for.html' title='What am i  fighting for?'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-5096696287427311502</id><published>2009-04-17T01:05:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.310+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SeewNELbOcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DTlTZCc6NX8/s1600-h/luck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SeewNELbOcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DTlTZCc6NX8/s320/luck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325418822895352258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was bored and I started to think gully ,  and what came in my mind was luck , and I started to think about it a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;So it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that there is no luck, luck you do it with your own hand, they say.....blablabla...but i don't really think this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that there is luck,but you just have to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is like a currency wheels, you will never know witch side it will fall, you just need to have a bit of luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023263886131780367-5096696287427311502?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/5096696287427311502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/04/luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/5096696287427311502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/5096696287427311502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/04/luck.html' title='Luck.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SeewNELbOcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DTlTZCc6NX8/s72-c/luck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023263886131780367.post-868185137238668752</id><published>2009-04-12T13:42:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:32:22.312+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom.</title><content type='html'>A few days ago,somebody asked me if a believe in faith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;I thought for several minutes about my life from september until  today and i  answered to him that i do believe in faith,because we need to beleive in something[cause people like me,who don't believe in god(i don't think he exists)], but i didn't told him that, I told him just that i believe in faith,and than he told me you're a special and wise kid...but i did not understand what he wanted to say until this morning, i stayed in bed for about two hours and I thought what he said,and then I realized what he really wanted to say. And then I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my teory is that faith dosen't exists it's just a consequence of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;For every action is a  consequ&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SeHJvsxhesI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xiDSBjyJeXc/s1600-h/Faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SeHJvsxhesI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xiDSBjyJeXc/s400/Faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758055838546626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ence. &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/9023263886131780367-868185137238668752?l=inabstractart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/feeds/868185137238668752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/04/wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/868185137238668752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023263886131780367/posts/default/868185137238668752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inabstractart.blogspot.com/2009/04/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom.'/><author><name>Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765819116364388853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SXE5a5XjslI/AAAAAAAAAAU/caHPrI_KgNQ/S220/change_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IsNEz3g7Ruc/SeHJvsxhesI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xiDSBjyJeXc/s72-c/Faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
