<?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-9943485</id><updated>2011-06-23T01:56:51.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><subtitle type='html'>check the BEST of me..
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carpe diem!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-3004129326925135568</id><published>2008-12-29T19:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:48:37.469+02:00</updated><title type='text'>question for married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it ok/good/bad to have sex every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-3004129326925135568?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/3004129326925135568/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=3004129326925135568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3004129326925135568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3004129326925135568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/12/question-for-married.html' title='question for married'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-8991860450199202439</id><published>2008-11-08T22:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:46:06.259+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i know, i know - am late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SVkMIYXhVXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XBlGygQ8rcQ/s1600-h/Image0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SVkMIYXhVXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XBlGygQ8rcQ/s320/Image0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285268975815578994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Alls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came up with the certain urge to put somewhere feelings and experiences i have gotten in my mind heart. sometimes there is this feeling that I have to tell it to someone, and someone who will understand, who will not judge or misunderstand, who will be patient and just listen and accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more and more there are new experiences i go through as girlfriend of a certain person, with his own personality, cultural and characteristic features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had opportunity to take part in something that took place for the first time in place called Agia Skepi (detox center). Place, where people who are dependent on things they should not be, can find a refuge, can find people who will do everything to help them. Its beautiful. There were about 20 guys and one pregnant lady who received honor to be called as "clean" for at least three years. There were tears in the eyes of mothers, fathers, brothers. There  was &lt;span class="content"&gt;His Eminence Athanasios, Metropolitan of Limassol giving congratulations to the guys who went through the programme, who were smiling, who had saved their lives back through this place, blessed by Agia Skepi and our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;The presentation with recorded voices of the guys who are still going through the programme, showed everyday activities of these kids (they are called like that), things that go through their minds and how the programm is working in their lives. a little insight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"“I agreed to go for a week and stayed two years. If it hadn’t been for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; Ayia Skepi I would be dead.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; Alexi says his stay at Ayia Skepi was psychologically gruelling, but that it is the only way to recover from heroin addiction. During his time there, he learned how to communicate with others and to ask for help. Group therapy, gardening, sports and kitchen duties are all part of the programme, he said. Eventually, the patients are allowed day passes and even 24-hour passes. They are also sent out to work. This way they are reintegrated back into society slowly, he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; Alexi recognizes he has an addictive personality and swings from extremes. Sometimes even now he feels lonely and shuts himself off from the world for a few days to stay at home and compose as well as play the upright bass. At first he was very angry with his parents, but now he has come to terms with their parenting techniques and that they too, like him, have faults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SVkMsaxK_PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HHJYzTX3PDo/s1600-h/Image0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SVkMsaxK_PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HHJYzTX3PDo/s320/Image0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285269594935327986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me as a"clean" person seems that I would even need to be there, to recruit the state of mind  for the life. To answer important questions, to sharpen my humility skills, to be disciplined, to recognize power of God through this place. (picture will be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-8991860450199202439?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/8991860450199202439/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=8991860450199202439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8991860450199202439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8991860450199202439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-know-am-late.html' title='i know, i know - am late'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SVkMIYXhVXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XBlGygQ8rcQ/s72-c/Image0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-5093972532997173630</id><published>2008-05-25T22:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:49:30.931+02:00</updated><title type='text'>for me to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me to be is to pray, to see the power and the worth of the words spoken and thought in mind, to say them loud, to believe them, to feel them and agree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"I can take my telescope and look millions of miles into space; but I can go away to my room and in prayer get nearer to God and Heaven then I can when assisted by all the telescopes on earth." /Isaac Newton/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just lately I have just fell in admiration of prayers written by people. Written Prayers inspire me, cos I know I don't have talent for writing poems. I have tried, but nothing much has come out of that. So I receive inspiration and encouragement from prayer books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me the sinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me to be is to love, to give up all in the name of love, to go far beyond I can do. Sometimes I say more than I do. That's lying to myself and to  other people.  Sometimes I do not fear the task, but when I see it, I run away. that's my coward-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to be, is to do. To do it right is very important, to with quality and withing the standard is right way to do. I like to explain, I like to show, I like to answer and give the information. As I can do that, it is a great feeling, that you have something you can't measure, you can't put in box and save, you can just receive and give away further. Knowledge. Makes me feel rich in nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to be is to submit and listen, to humble myself and let the other win. I am not a crafty fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Into Your hands, Lord Jesus Christ, I commend my soul and my body. Bless me, have mercy on me, and grant me life eternal. Amen.&lt;/span&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/9943485-5093972532997173630?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/5093972532997173630/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=5093972532997173630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5093972532997173630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5093972532997173630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-me-to-be.html' title='for me to be'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-9060568183683671240</id><published>2008-05-04T08:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:44:55.419+02:00</updated><title type='text'>for Rob.Will. fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AWvkWTWcVU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AWvkWTWcVU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I have downloaded this ad,  if there are any requests to own this video, i will be glad to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more:&lt;br /&gt;Ad on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgQlnm4xaVc"&gt;I just wanna feel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzZghDwXLKc"&gt;Radio Zet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMvpO5qmAgE"&gt;T-Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-9060568183683671240?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/9060568183683671240/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=9060568183683671240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/9060568183683671240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/9060568183683671240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-robwill-fans.html' title='for Rob.Will. fans'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-1200979924988424582</id><published>2008-05-01T10:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:19:20.698+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SBl6mHAkLgI/AAAAAAAAADc/8JfXUT17Yhw/s1600-h/img_5904.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 202px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SBl6mHAkLgI/AAAAAAAAADc/8JfXUT17Yhw/s320/img_5904.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195318440283614722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a Friendly Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You love everyone and they love you back. You are a true people person and have the smile to show it. Your smile, as well as your personality, is genuine and sweet, open and cheerful. You will often find yourself being confided in and you will never be short of friends. You are also quite optimistic and have a great sense of humor and a caring personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And, you know why I have this smile on me today? :) it is a holiday!!! yahoo!!! Happy Labour day! Happy all the people who work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9943485-1200979924988424582?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/1200979924988424582/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=1200979924988424582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1200979924988424582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1200979924988424582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have.html' title='I have'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SBl6mHAkLgI/AAAAAAAAADc/8JfXUT17Yhw/s72-c/img_5904.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-551447423987977389</id><published>2008-04-30T19:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:07:25.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ΚΑΛΊ ΑΝΕΣΤΗ  - the midnight service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; It was Saturday night. We came at 23.45 to church. It was drizzling all around Cyprus that night.. the weather changed, so this week is a bit cooler (around 20C) and I have sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was the last minutes before all lights were turned off, before the culmination as everybody was waiting for the miracle, for the light to come to the world. And then suddenly it becomes light candle by candle, people pass the flame of the candle to candle. Its the experience of fellowship and  sharing the gift from God between all people of church. For some people the flame seems so precious. People take it home and keep it for more burning at home. After short service of Light, Everybody greets each other with "Christ is risen" and almost all people leave church. The fun part is over, but not for everybody. 3hour long service has started. This service is very important for those who have fasted for 50days, who were waiting for this night, who dedicated something of their life to Resurrection of Jesus. In the end there is communion and people leave to have a meal with eggs, egg - lemon soup, chicken, flaunas or any other food.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Happy time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote i read in one of the blogs and the description is pretty exact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"I can't really describe the fullness of what happens during Orthodox Holy Week. Each service takes at least an hour and a half, and many of them are 2-3 hours long. It's exhausting. It almost kills us, but it is glorious!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed at 6am. Early morning, but great feeling of accomplishment. I did IT and i know how it is to do IT!&lt;br /&gt;Please note that i fasted on certain food items for the first time in my life. There were moments when I have to admit it loud to other people, which seemed weird , but it was good to know that  I can  admit that am doing something not just for fun, but  something greater to expect. Great exercise for  discipline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-551447423987977389?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/551447423987977389/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=551447423987977389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/551447423987977389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/551447423987977389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/04/midnight-service.html' title='ΚΑΛΊ ΑΝΕΣΤΗ  - the midnight service'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-2340391255364080365</id><published>2008-04-26T19:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:27:03.577+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ΚΑΛΊ ΑΝΕΣΤΗ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SBNzrnAkLeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hPItXSwft3A/s1600-h/item2016_resurrection_icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SBNzrnAkLeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hPItXSwft3A/s320/item2016_resurrection_icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193621988331236834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Renate/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;The celebration of Christ's resurrection is being celebrated now in Cyprus. I could say that i have never felt Easter miracle and the power of God as I have experienced this time in Greek Orthodox church.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I should be sleeping now, as we will go to church at about midnight as the Holy light will come, the resurrected Jesus will bring the light to the people. Service will probably last till 3am. Lord, give me strength!&lt;br /&gt;In Orthodox church most of the activities take place early in the morning or late at night..&lt;br /&gt;Like this morning, when there was resurrection service.. the church was packed at 7am. during the service people were banging the chairs and making real noise, to recall the earthquake the natural disturbances in air, as Jesus was raised from dead. No other church recalls the resurrection so lively and for real. The priest threw flowers in the air and the icon or resurrection was carried around. it happened, indeed happened! He did it!&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/9943485-2340391255364080365?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/2340391255364080365/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=2340391255364080365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/2340391255364080365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/2340391255364080365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='ΚΑΛΊ ΑΝΕΣΤΗ'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/SBNzrnAkLeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hPItXSwft3A/s72-c/item2016_resurrection_icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-3920765254369520143</id><published>2008-04-25T07:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:49:37.321+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Man / Jars of Clay</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6TeSjEno-w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6TeSjEno-w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/9943485-3920765254369520143?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/3920765254369520143/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=3920765254369520143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3920765254369520143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3920765254369520143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/04/dead-man-jars-of-clay.html' title='Dead Man / Jars of Clay'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-5929351679533537731</id><published>2008-04-20T09:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:56:13.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>am perfect woman/girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test18_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Sex and the City Character Are You?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test18/Carrie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You are part Carrie. You know what you want out of a relationship and you're not afraid to keep moving until you get it. Wit and charm are your biggest turn-ons, and you like guys who appreciate you for your mind as much as your body. You have fun playing the dating game, but secretly you just can't wait to find the guy who sweeps you off your feet and carries you into the sunset.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test18/Charlotte.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You are part Charlotte. Fairytales were made for you. You've had your share of heartbreak, but that doesn't stop you from opening your heart to others and searching for your happily-ever-after. To some, you may appear naive and your romantic ideals far-fetched, but you know that someday, your Prince will come.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-5929351679533537731?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/5929351679533537731/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=5929351679533537731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5929351679533537731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5929351679533537731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-perfect-womangirlfriend.html' title='am perfect woman/girlfriend'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-5519810070632591052</id><published>2008-04-15T20:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:41:12.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'>to choose tatoo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Get an Abstract Tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattatooshouldyougetquiz/abstract.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistic and unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the most likely type to personally design your tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattatooshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Tattoo Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. For Deann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-5519810070632591052?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/5519810070632591052/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=5519810070632591052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5519810070632591052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5519810070632591052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-choose-tatoo.html' title='to choose tatoo..'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-55272783120008507</id><published>2008-04-15T20:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:21:13.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not perfect</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have to get back to blogging and update information on behalf of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big + for my every day life is "back to sports!" I started to go to gym again, but not so much weight lifting, rather than body pump, step.. Something new and fresh and not boring for a while. I look forward for those afternoons when after work will go straight to beach for a swim... That will happen after couple of months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about not the perfect stuff. This is for girls who expect life to be perfect without any troubles. Who dream that rich guy will come and take them away, will fall in love till ears and give their life to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Not always your  boyfriend will have  Jaguar, sometimes he will have just  a bike or not even that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Not always your boyfriend will be free as bird, without commitments and only you in his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Not always he will spend 24/7 time with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Not aways he will agree with everything you say or do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-55272783120008507?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/55272783120008507/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=55272783120008507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/55272783120008507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/55272783120008507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-not-perfect.html' title='it&apos;s not perfect'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-8977112575549883054</id><published>2008-04-04T22:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:05:50.898+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://youniverse.com/statement/module/LoveModule/Love_module01_10/LoveModule?dm_i=242527046"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youniverse.com/statement/module/LoveModule/Love_module01_10"&gt;Cute Picture Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-8977112575549883054?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/8977112575549883054/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=8977112575549883054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8977112575549883054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8977112575549883054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-dna.html' title='Love DNA'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-3941445055648796811</id><published>2008-03-30T20:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:07:33.502+02:00</updated><title type='text'>to the Other Side..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was excellent, not because i went to other side, but because I spent it with interesting and nice person - Etelka. Some bits in the other side are so disgusting, this army regime. How should person feel to see line of tanks passing by? I suppose very safe. I was disgusted.. isn't it enough. There are no winners in war, no matter how good armor you have.. just Loosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a9641e0110a088c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da9641e0110a088c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063270%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE3FECE78C9F3E7B155874FBEE480CBEBEF4236A.A9CB4EAD9469F6B80B8E159F3669F4A4035F519%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da9641e0110a088c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGafidASbkcZ4THc4uC9YhrMdmg0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da9641e0110a088c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063270%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE3FECE78C9F3E7B155874FBEE480CBEBEF4236A.A9CB4EAD9469F6B80B8E159F3669F4A4035F519%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da9641e0110a088c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGafidASbkcZ4THc4uC9YhrMdmg0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We visited the best ruins of cathedrals in Famagusta. Also Nestorian church.. Got a glimpse of the Ghost city and the destruction that was brought to this country. It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I sad it was all about enjoying the day and doing it together with somebody, not the enjoying "the great view" of ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;There are some pics what i took wit my mobile on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-3941445055648796811?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a9641e0110a088c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/3941445055648796811/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=3941445055648796811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3941445055648796811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3941445055648796811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-other-side.html' title='to the Other Side..'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-5278596379470726919</id><published>2008-03-29T22:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:52:29.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-6qmAd-zFI/AAAAAAAAADI/TvgahTlUWyw/s1600-h/No_Time_for_Jesus_%26_Greg_Olsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-6qmAd-zFI/AAAAAAAAADI/TvgahTlUWyw/s320/No_Time_for_Jesus_%26_Greg_Olsen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183267791087520850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quid est VERITAS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(kas ir patiesība? / What is the truth?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ego Sum Via, Veritas Et Vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Es Esmu ceļš, patiesība un dzīvība / I am the Way, the Truth and the Life)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-5278596379470726919?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/5278596379470726919/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=5278596379470726919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5278596379470726919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5278596379470726919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/quest.html' title='the Quest'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-6qmAd-zFI/AAAAAAAAADI/TvgahTlUWyw/s72-c/No_Time_for_Jesus_%26_Greg_Olsen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-8539006166496859236</id><published>2008-03-29T22:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:40:05.814+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Die hard in LV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="sakums3323878"&gt;Another important ingredient affecting the survival of people in Latvia includes dangerous life-styles and substance abuse. Alcohol consumption rose from an average per capita rate of 1.9 liters per year in the 1920-34 period to 11.7 liters per year in 1985. This sixfold increase in alcohol consumption has had deleterious effects in many other areas of life and health and is one of the main causes of traffic deaths, drownings, fires, and crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Latvian males are inveterate smokers. A st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="end3323878" style="display: inline;"&gt;udy of six cities in the mid-1980s discovered that 63 percent of men were active smokers, 13 percent had quit, and only 24 percent had never smoked. Smoking takes a particularly heavy toll in Latvia because the allowable tar content in cigarettes is high (three times as great as in Finland), most of the cheaper brands do not have a filter, and most men prefer to inhale deeply. There is a high incidence of illnesses related to smoking and environmental pollution, such as emphysema, lung cancer, bronchial asthma, and bronchitis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No: http://countrystudies.us/latvi&lt;wbr&gt;a/13.htm&lt;br /&gt;(This website contains the on-line versions of books previously published in hard copy by the Federal Research Division of the Library of Congress as part of the Country Studies/Area Handbook Series sponsored by the U.S. Department of the Army between 1986 and 1998.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-8539006166496859236?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/8539006166496859236/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=8539006166496859236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8539006166496859236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8539006166496859236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/die-hard-in-lv.html' title='Die hard in LV'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-995091894409235499</id><published>2008-03-25T11:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:37:55.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TV shows, movies, series for FREEEE</title><content type='html'>This lovely link to &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com"&gt;hulu.com&lt;/a&gt; is great opportunity to watch tv shows and movies, and different series and so much more for free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, it is available only for those who are in USA area.&lt;br /&gt;I am well disappointed!!!! Why? why why why? What's so special about that country?&lt;br /&gt; No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Meanwhile In Cyprus is Greek National day (Declaration of independence from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottoman_Empire" title="Ottoman Empire"&gt;Ottoman Empire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; in 1821. Start of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_War_of_Independence" title="Greek War of Independence"&gt;Greek War of Independence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;), when loud and noisy drum parade woke me up at the window at 7am. Cyprus is very generous with celebrations. Let's celebrate other countryš Independence day!! What a.. It's a holiday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-995091894409235499?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/995091894409235499/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=995091894409235499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/995091894409235499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/995091894409235499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/tv-shows-movies-series-for-freeee.html' title='TV shows, movies, series for FREEEE'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-1752934101366442445</id><published>2008-03-24T21:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:58:47.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-gG6wd-zEI/AAAAAAAAADA/5EQrRks6gec/s1600-h/nicosia_old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 298px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-gG6wd-zEI/AAAAAAAAADA/5EQrRks6gec/s320/nicosia_old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181398977802587202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Just went for a walk through and around the Old town of Nicosia. Actually, there is nothing that would catch my eye and i would stand for pleasure of my eyes. Some places are even scary, makes the inner side of me to say"Now turn around and never come back to this place. creepyyyyy" Why, why the city has become like that? Poverty, immigrants. They say they will open the Ledra street very soon. I want to see then the situation is in this God's left behind country. What shit can come from Turkey? the answer is All kinds! I don't wanna mention, but it smells bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please mention some other ugly places u have been?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-1752934101366442445?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/1752934101366442445/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=1752934101366442445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1752934101366442445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1752934101366442445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/evening-walk.html' title='Evening Walk'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-gG6wd-zEI/AAAAAAAAADA/5EQrRks6gec/s72-c/nicosia_old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-7318836640880122922</id><published>2008-03-23T16:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:29:45.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Latvian language</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="border: 1px solid rgb(163, 191, 177); margin: 0pt; padding: 0.2em 0.4em; background: rgb(206, 242, 224) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;Today's featured article&lt;/a&gt; on Wikipedia is about freedom Monument in Riga, Latvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So I thought will give you lesson about Latvian language:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Latvian language&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;strong class="selflink"&gt;Latvian&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span lang="lv" lang="lv"&gt;&lt;i&gt;latviešu valoda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), is the official state language of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latvia" title="Latvia"&gt;Latvia&lt;/a&gt;. Alternative names include &lt;b&gt;Lettish&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Lettisch&lt;/b&gt;. There are about 1.39 million native Latvian speakers in Latvia and about 150,000 abroad. The Latvian language has a relatively large number of non-native speakers, atypical for a small language. Because of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Language_policy_in_Latvia" title="Language policy in Latvia"&gt;language policy in Latvia&lt;/a&gt; approximately 60% of the 900,000 ethnic-minority population of Latvia speak Latvian. The use of the Latvian language in various areas of the social life in Latvia is increasing.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latvian_language#cite_note-1" title=""&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Latvian is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baltic_language" class="mw-redirect" title="Baltic language"&gt;Baltic language&lt;/a&gt;, closely related to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lithuanian_language" title="Lithuanian language"&gt;Lithuanian&lt;/a&gt;. They are somewhat mutually intelligible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Latvian first appeared in Western print in the mid-16th century with the reproduction of the Lord's Prayer in Latvian in Sebastian Munter's &lt;i&gt;Cosmographia Universalis&lt;/i&gt;, in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_alphabet" class="mw-redirect" title="Roman alphabet"&gt;Roman script&lt;/a&gt;. Prior to this westernization, earlier Latvian was written in runic characters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-7318836640880122922?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/7318836640880122922/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=7318836640880122922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7318836640880122922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7318836640880122922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/latvian-language.html' title='Latvian language'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-579121077973405692</id><published>2008-03-23T09:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:42:10.642+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter in West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-YLQAd-zDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xO-elhgTBCk/s1600-h/City_by_un__expected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-YLQAd-zDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xO-elhgTBCk/s320/City_by_un__expected.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180840790967897138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Greetings to everybody who celebrates Easter today! He is risen! Risen indeed!! Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that amazing, he did not stay in tomb but Almighty God rose him  from death.. Nobody else can do that.&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda not celebrating West Easter. In Cyprus there are no special things today, its just an ordinary day. The decorations of rabbits and stuff like that are all around, i haven't had a one chocolate egg or nothing. very weird feeling, feeling that the best is just to come, so am waiting. Waiting the lent to be over, waiting for church bells and all the ceremonies around. Cyprus is more Mid East country than western.. So If i would now not know i would not know. I look forward for Orthodox Easter, when everybody knows. Its celebrated in totally different way, a lot of symbols, a lot of church, a lot of church activities. Apparently in orthodox church the black veils from icons are being taken away and people make noise with the sitting part of wooden chairs.&lt;br /&gt;Let's make some noise! Christ is risen!! :)  It is worth to see and feel the great victory of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How (un)comfortable can be suspenders? Looks like its perfect weather (20C) for wearing those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[it was ok, comfortable and sexy feeling]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Monday, not a holiday as all around Europe. But instead will celebrate some Greek fest on Tuesday.I love holidays, i love holidays when It has been fun and i have done something that i could not do on any other working day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;13:45 Nicosia, Cyprus  26C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9943485-579121077973405692?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/579121077973405692/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=579121077973405692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/579121077973405692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/579121077973405692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-in-west.html' title='Easter in West'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-YLQAd-zDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xO-elhgTBCk/s72-c/City_by_un__expected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-5939698279076227323</id><published>2008-03-22T22:06:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:42:37.384+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Old harbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Weather: Nicosia, 18 C, Full Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just to catch up on today's events. I am pleased to have some quality/fun time within relationships to cover up the jealousy feeling that arouses in me every time I have to share the person with several jobs, other people and just time.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said that taking away these feelings of jealousy and other selfish consequences, helps to have better relationships with God and with other people. I have to find the a method how to complete it successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-VsGAd-zBI/AAAAAAAAACo/FakEhATyA_M/s1600-h/beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-VsGAd-zBI/AAAAAAAAACo/FakEhATyA_M/s200/beach1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180665796820388882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Renate/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we went to Limassol. I asked Savas to show me the his childhood paths and places where he used to play when he was small and came to Cyprus for holidays. Houses and places look different, but some of the people are still there, memories are there. Old harbor is full of old boats that should be reconstructed, feeling that you are back in time. At least something that you don't see on Macario's Street.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the  beach with waves I have never seen in Cyprus. Big and jacuzzi style, just wanna get in and feel the pleasure of massage in the power of water moves. We picked lovely stones and shells..&lt;br /&gt;In addition for the sake of toilet had a lovely experience of biscolatto floshake in Flocaffe. :)&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Renate/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Renate/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Should you accept partner of friend that you don't think is right person for him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-5939698279076227323?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/5939698279076227323/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=5939698279076227323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5939698279076227323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5939698279076227323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/old-harbor.html' title='Old harbor'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R-VsGAd-zBI/AAAAAAAAACo/FakEhATyA_M/s72-c/beach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-4096754553741902350</id><published>2008-03-10T18:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:45:11.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma on Clean/Green Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we made peace between us and we took our friends with us to beach, out of town of Nicosia. We were no different than other people in whole Cyprus. Everybody was going to some greenland, as today starts Orthodox Lent time. No meet, no milk no nothing, just being real hard on yourself. That`s one of the things in this country is great, that the Fasting is really ok, people accept that and they know that it is there, so it is ok in shop or pizzeria ask for fasting dishes.  That kind of thing you will never get in non-orthodox country.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the beach, played games, had some food, chilled and talked.&lt;br /&gt;Talking was the hardest part. Talking was facing the deepest fears and doubts, talking was  listening to other opinion, talking made me very thoughtful, sad, depressed, hopeful, quiet, reserved, confused, with responsibility to make decision, the difficult and right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green Dilemma&lt;/span&gt; is revealed, I have to face and solve it, I have to understand it, i have to accept it or deny it, i have to work on it. Time:40 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Most High God is my strength and my hope and my peace. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any suggestions or comments for processing BIG Dilemmas in Your Life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-4096754553741902350?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/4096754553741902350/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=4096754553741902350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4096754553741902350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4096754553741902350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/dilemma-on-cleangreen-monday.html' title='Dilemma on Clean/Green Monday'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-5290892379397008736</id><published>2008-03-05T19:54:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:15:30.525+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I write more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R87fo8sQERI/AAAAAAAAACc/I9Obkwo5p7U/s1600-h/writing450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174318916474769682" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 108px" height="108" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R87fo8sQERI/AAAAAAAAACc/I9Obkwo5p7U/s320/writing450.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Should Be a Joke Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life...&lt;br /&gt;You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material.&lt;br /&gt;You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&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/9943485-5290892379397008736?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/5290892379397008736/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=5290892379397008736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5290892379397008736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5290892379397008736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/should-i-write-more.html' title='Should I write more?'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R87fo8sQERI/AAAAAAAAACc/I9Obkwo5p7U/s72-c/writing450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-1088727381092241718</id><published>2008-03-05T19:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:39:17.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Million Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yezmNCQk_S4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yezmNCQk_S4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask Rwandan person which tribe he is from. You can insult him like that. The pain is deep. Like it is there, it is here in Cyprus, it is all around the world. People decide to destroy each other with no F****** reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely song. Makes me fall in love with Africa. My favorite movies are - Hotel Rwanda, Blood Diamond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-1088727381092241718?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/1088727381092241718/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=1088727381092241718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1088727381092241718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1088727381092241718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/million-voices.html' title='Million Voices'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-860946751241973439</id><published>2008-03-04T21:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:39:11.918+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To do Nothing and Something</title><content type='html'>I started week with new features for my blog, very exciting! :) Am having chatbox, daily verse from Bible, visitor counter, different links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work our computer system broke, so in the times when there is nothing to do, it is very hard to do actually something. so I found my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to gym, I am totally not fan anymore of this activity, and that makes me sad.. I was there and i was not the way i was when i started.. (you can read some previous posts.. i was total fan of sweating, running, weight lifting). Nowadays i don't feel so energetic, motivated. not good, not at all.. Maybe i need to spice up my life with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am spicing up the dinner at the moment, I hope he will enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these ads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSQvTa05cD4"&gt;very funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPVaK12EUIE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;naughty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=7XQOZNKev38&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;very naughty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Q79U3KafaXs"&gt;very funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-860946751241973439?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.videopile.com"&gt;VideoPile.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-8014557959895363069?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/8014557959895363069/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=8014557959895363069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8014557959895363069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8014557959895363069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-1348747963013837854</id><published>2008-03-02T13:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:04:07.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>failing plans</title><content type='html'>Now am so annoyed just because the things does not work the way i have planned them and the way expect everything to happen. Yes, firstly its my problem, i get annoyed, secondly, other people personalities are not the way i expect them to be. am just annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What am gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will stay cool, reschedule my plans, accept the things the way they are and believe that is the way it should happen,  and there is no way to turn back or change. All things happen for good for those who love God. Just accept and be in peace. The world does not turn around me, i turn around all other things in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eb804eea6862c8cf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb804eea6862c8cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063270%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10739699088D299F5F0B24787F8CBBB9B133FB1D.39F2A73774A171977447981D21FFCF5EA2C68393%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb804eea6862c8cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db-P1Yx5KgPE8qif-1CwBVdjWGDQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb804eea6862c8cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063270%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10739699088D299F5F0B24787F8CBBB9B133FB1D.39F2A73774A171977447981D21FFCF5EA2C68393%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb804eea6862c8cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db-P1Yx5KgPE8qif-1CwBVdjWGDQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-1348747963013837854?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eb804eea6862c8cf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/1348747963013837854/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=1348747963013837854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1348747963013837854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1348747963013837854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/03/failing-plans.html' title='failing plans'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-4928322905146896599</id><published>2008-02-29T09:57:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:48:47.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my day</title><content type='html'>I&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; wonder if I could give full report on things i do during the day per minutes, per hours.&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones diary is something like that, but the best part is that it is funny for other people to read. I want people who read my blog to see as funny and interesting. People in general like to know about personal things in peoples lifes. Just a thought of reading somebody's diary.. sounds well exciting! :) It would be something like this, I suppose.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night went to bed at &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;23.45.&lt;/span&gt; managed to text apology txt to my Man, as I took fruit salad from him, and i ate them at lunch. In the end it seems he was just kidding, just told the truth straight in my eyes. Gosh I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6.50&lt;/span&gt; alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;7.19&lt;/span&gt; toast with melted cheese&lt;br /&gt;gathered gym clothes from all around, put on my clothes. Jeans and my hippy style blouse.. I wonder if Kids in youth group will not think that am old fashioned wearing that kind of blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;7.50&lt;/span&gt; left to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;8.01&lt;/span&gt; punch in at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;11.10&lt;/span&gt; banana time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;11.17&lt;/span&gt; maybe coffee time? maybe i should call him? maybe i should finish this bank account?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;12.12&lt;/span&gt; totally starving, am having dried plums. not enough though. texted Him about how I starve. checked the drawers for some food, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;YES!!! a chocolate candy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;12.40&lt;/span&gt; at last, coffee mocha instant. good :) am happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-4928322905146896599?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/4928322905146896599/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=4928322905146896599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4928322905146896599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4928322905146896599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-day.html' title='my day'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-6485638861165041753</id><published>2008-02-28T22:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:56:39.627+02:00</updated><title type='text'>major concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R8cfyTrUp_I/AAAAAAAAACM/nO7BeaoEo98/s1600-h/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R8cfyTrUp_I/AAAAAAAAACM/nO7BeaoEo98/s200/crying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172137646194206706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why It Hurts So Much When Somebody Says The Truth Straight Away About Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Maybe i should take it as a complain about me, I should learn from it, i should apologize and i should do something to take this complain away. I know I probably done it in my innocent selfishness not realizing that it might hurt or be wrong, but when it is pictured straight in my eyes, I can't stand it, i wanna quit, cry and feel very sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/9943485-6485638861165041753?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/6485638861165041753/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=6485638861165041753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/6485638861165041753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/6485638861165041753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/02/major-concern.html' title='major concern'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R8cfyTrUp_I/AAAAAAAAACM/nO7BeaoEo98/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-8431471512224822469</id><published>2008-02-26T14:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:22:32.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>no music</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the sounds that make my day are - telephone ringing, neverstoping talking, chatting in differenet tones, volumes, high heel clattering, sometimes frappe maker makes zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzz sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yeah, part of day I spend in office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don' t mind the view, alot of sky and roofs and vast and somewhere down there little people are moving around in different directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thsi morning I met clients.. One big and huge Swedish guy and other one was Iranian, but has made him swedish as well. I mean he has the passport like Swedes have not the look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Bonus of the day.. I make my Boss happy and also person who wrote very complain full email. Sometimes I have to do things and you just have to foreget about any excuses for delays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-8431471512224822469?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/8431471512224822469/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=8431471512224822469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8431471512224822469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8431471512224822469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-music.html' title='no music'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-8306589918513477440</id><published>2008-02-24T20:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:00:29.924+02:00</updated><title type='text'>about me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I scored 40 on Dr. Phil's personality test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful and practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here should follow latest fun video links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-8306589918513477440?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/8306589918513477440/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=8306589918513477440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8306589918513477440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8306589918513477440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/02/about-me.html' title='about me..'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-286810328816972736</id><published>2008-02-23T13:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:57:02.428+02:00</updated><title type='text'>stay childish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;..Sometimes God breaks our spirit to save our soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...Sometimes He breaks our heart to makes us whole...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...Sometimes He sends us pain so we can be stronger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...Sometimes He sends us failure so we can be humble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...Sometimes He sends us illness so we can take better care of ourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...Sometimes He takes 'everything' away from us so we can learn to value of 'everything' we have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-286810328816972736?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/286810328816972736/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=286810328816972736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/286810328816972736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/286810328816972736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/02/stay-childish.html' title='stay childish'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-4397644307107789229</id><published>2008-02-23T12:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:17:52.682+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Save Me From Myself - Jon Foreman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My mind is dull and faded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;From these years of buy and sell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My eyes have seen the glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Of this hollow modern shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And sex is a grand production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But I'm bored with that as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ah, Lord save me from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Electric sun keep shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ripen daughters of the chrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;This world is where I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Let it never be called home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Where the vultures make the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Is where our bodies fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ah, Lord save me from myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-4397644307107789229?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/4397644307107789229/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=4397644307107789229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4397644307107789229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4397644307107789229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/02/lord-save-me-from-myself-jon-foreman.html' title='Lord Save Me From Myself - Jon Foreman'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-2261230019342756246</id><published>2008-02-17T15:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:49:45.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>better day, better me</title><content type='html'>No, this is not a post about the better day, this is about the bad day.&lt;br /&gt;There happened several tragedies to my ego on this day.&lt;br /&gt;I saw that my selfishness sometimes is so obvious that it hurts not even people around me, but even my own heart gets broken.&lt;br /&gt;Another problem arises when my heart is broken and hurts, i still stay selfish by adding self-pity to all emotional tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;Further on cold, cynical, sarcastic reminders/notes with the tone that hurts is like a murder. I can't stand that, i just don't think i deserve something like that. Am too good to be the way I am and am not the one should grow up and change. Right answer - I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, am all over it. Am glad i could see all that in me and other people, and glad i could survive. and am thankful to my God, creator of me and myself, and my friends, that love me and appreciates me seeing my mistakes and learning from them. &lt;br /&gt;Tip: Just make an experiment. When you have casual conversations with your beloved and try to count statements or words that include I, ME, Myself.. amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful feeling to live in Wonderful Life.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyfu_mU-dmo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyfu_mU-dmo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/9943485-2261230019342756246?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/2261230019342756246/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=2261230019342756246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/2261230019342756246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/2261230019342756246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/02/better-day-better-me.html' title='better day, better me'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-1513337971133147898</id><published>2008-02-03T21:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:28:01.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>another year around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R6YfCUM67MI/AAAAAAAAACE/SUV-5Km5LJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R6YfCUM67MI/AAAAAAAAACE/SUV-5Km5LJQ/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162848147469954242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another New year here in Cyprus. It's my third. All seems so common, nothing is surprising, just that am still around and am going through my life with different emotional stages, situations, meeting still new people i had no clue that they exist in this world and that even for a day, the person can make my day so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went for the trip to Troodos mountains to enjoy the snow. Yes, snow in Cyprus. Its beautiful. I felt so homesick. I did all the crazy things you can do in snow - roll down from the hill, slide down the hill, helter-skelter down the hill, make angels, do all things to get wet and just enjoy the white stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we  stopped by in village Kakopetria for a coffee or something warm. I was totally wet. but it was ok to have coffee and waffle. I got introduced to Mid-east traditional board game Backgammon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to remind myself of what is coming - monday...one of the worst days in week, but i usually survive, so its not the end of the world. Madara is going for training, so for two days i have no assistant.. Hardcore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Questions of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;How to not to judge Person too early and not to base the judgments on facts, statistics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Why the curiosity killed the cat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-1513337971133147898?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/1513337971133147898/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=1513337971133147898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1513337971133147898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1513337971133147898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-year-around.html' title='another year around'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/R6YfCUM67MI/AAAAAAAAACE/SUV-5Km5LJQ/s72-c/IMG_1102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-3470354674964289742</id><published>2007-11-24T16:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:29:58.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Am working. There comes in client with very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Can I help you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"No, No , don' t need anything.." client leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After a moment he comes back (with the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; face) "Actually you could help me. Please tell me where is toilet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z0r.de/?id=439"&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/a&gt; (just to make you laugh lauder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-3470354674964289742?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/3470354674964289742/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=3470354674964289742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3470354674964289742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3470354674964289742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/11/face.html' title='face'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-8902039588954890083</id><published>2007-11-24T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:12:55.514+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we get to heaven, we'll realize that there never was anything to worry about.(it applies to you if you are going to heaven :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-8902039588954890083?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/8902039588954890083/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=8902039588954890083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8902039588954890083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8902039588954890083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-we-get-to-heaven-well-realize-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-4472519732520345678</id><published>2007-11-09T17:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T17:37:36.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the Experiments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They injected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LSD portion in elephant to see whether it causes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aggressivety&lt;/span&gt;. The elephant died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The repeating of one phrase in children's bedroom shows that it's possible to learn in sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They fixed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eye lads&lt;/span&gt; not to close for the people, so that they can' t close them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; shows that light does not disturb to fall asleep. the participants of the experiment fell asleep in 12minuted time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The corpses of animals were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;swinged&lt;/span&gt; and the scientist wanted to renew the circulation of blood and revive. in two cases it happen but, both of them were blind and hard brain damage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-4472519732520345678?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/4472519732520345678/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=4472519732520345678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4472519732520345678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4472519732520345678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/11/experiments.html' title='the Experiments'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-588844402904186313</id><published>2007-11-03T20:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:16:44.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic!</title><content type='html'>What a a day! My friends f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rom&lt;/span&gt; Latvia are coming at 2.20am.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;' t that great! have to stay up and wait.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some changes. i have taken some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; form people around me and it just makes me happy as well. Good to have some smiley, funny, lovely, comfortable, talkative, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;huggable&lt;/span&gt; people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels great!feels  am not alone and God just provides everything what we need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-588844402904186313?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/588844402904186313/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=588844402904186313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/588844402904186313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/588844402904186313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/11/fantastic.html' title='Fantastic!'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-2952282292226027979</id><published>2007-11-02T15:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:50:36.102+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, am home!</title><content type='html'>vakar 13:18&lt;a href="http://www.draugiem.lv/friend/?6463"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MILJAA ! ES ESMU MAJAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mīļā! Es esmu mājās! (klusums)&lt;br /&gt;-Es atnācu! (vēl lielēks klusums)&lt;br /&gt;-Kas par sviestu? Mīļais vīrs atnāk no darba noguris, izsalcis, bet viņu sagaida tikai saplēstas čības un izkāmējis kaķis!!! (kaķis demonstratīvi pagriežas un virza "šāviņu" uz čībām)&lt;br /&gt;-Ģimene, velns ar" ārā! Kur tu esi!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Labi, štrunts ar jums visiem...&lt;br /&gt;- Es, starp citu, algu saņēmu! (kapa klusums)&lt;br /&gt;- Un amatā mani paaugstināja! (dubults kapa klusums)&lt;br /&gt;- Man šodien ir dzimšanas diena, galu galā! (jau mazliet skaļākā balsī)&lt;br /&gt;- Ja reiz neviena nav mājās, es pīpēšu uz velna paraušanu, kaut vai visi nosmaktu...(vel skaļāk)&lt;br /&gt;- Un draugus paaicināšu šnabi iedzert! Daudz šnabja!&lt;br /&gt;- Un atnāks viņi nevis ar savām stulbajām sievām, bet gan ar draudzenēm. Un man atvedīs kādu... (klusums)&lt;br /&gt;- Starp citu, mīļā laulene, man jau sen gribējās tev pateikt, ka acīs iekritusi tava draudzene Dace no blakus mājas. Un, spriežot pēc visa, arī es viņai neesmu vienaldzīgs. Palaistuve jau, protams, viņa ir, bet mēs taču ar viņu tikai gulēsim, nevis kopā dzīvosim. (klusums neiedomājams)&lt;br /&gt;- Bet draugi piedzersies un atkal runās preteklības par tevi. Es viņus kā parasti nosaukšu par slimiķiem, kas viņi patiesībā arī ir! Un sasitīšu viņu viepļus pret virtuves galdu. (kaķis atkal, parādot nicinājumu, demonstrē savu iešprici uz biksēm)&lt;br /&gt;- Starp citu, tas pediņš Artis, kurš bija pie mums uz kāzām, arī krāpj savu sievu. Un krāpj ne vairs ar Ilzi, bet gan ar Ivaru (kaķis nokārtojas uz čības)&lt;br /&gt;- Un vispār - visi mūsu paziņas, ieskaitot tavus radiniekus, visi bez izņēmumiem ir garīgi atpalikuši tipi! Bet Voldemārs sācis jau fiziski trūdēt...&lt;br /&gt;(dzīvnieks laisku gaitu dodas uz otru istabu, lēnām atverot vaļā durvis.)&lt;br /&gt;Svētku galds, baloni, vīns, draugi...Dace, pediņš Artis, Ilze, Ivars, Voldemārs, visi radi un draugi un mīļā sieva. Izbrīnā ieplestas acis visiem klātesošajiem, plakāts: "Apsveicam Tavos 30!", sejā lidojošs šķīvis ar torti. Kaut kur tālumā, kā atbalsojoties klintīs, dzirdami sievas čuksti: "Priecīgu dzimšanas dienu, mīļais! Mēs gribējam tev pārsteigumu uztaisīt, iepriecināt...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tragiski.. pievaldi meeli lai vai kasss&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it can be translated upon request.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-2952282292226027979?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/2952282292226027979/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=2952282292226027979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/2952282292226027979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/2952282292226027979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/11/honey-am-home.html' title='Honey, am home!'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-7428669101910119579</id><published>2007-10-26T23:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:30:45.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am princess</title><content type='html'>At last i know what i wanna be - beautiful, sweet, lovely, nice, mind capturing, unseizable, smiley, joyful, happy, smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRINCESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crown really suits me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-7428669101910119579?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/7428669101910119579/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=7428669101910119579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7428669101910119579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7428669101910119579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-princess.html' title='I am princess'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-8277674075140412932</id><published>2007-10-21T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:42:02.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>full access</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;don't wanna sound like preaching, but just reminding myself some notes of today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its amazing how great access person has in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; with God, the Most High Creator of Universe. You don't need any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;password&lt;/span&gt;, no special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;, degrees or status is society, you just ENTER it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can be as simple as you are in front of him, like you are in front of your closest people, when you have taken of your mask and behave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;, not caring what you say or do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God can be that close to you, that you say couple of words and he knows what you're talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some manage to know this and turn it upside down by demanding things from God, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commanding&lt;/span&gt; God to act in certain ways in favour for the persons personal needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; wishes. How you - the little man - can demand things form the Big God, Creator of YOU and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; around you?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has given you access to abuse these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-8277674075140412932?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/8277674075140412932/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=8277674075140412932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8277674075140412932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8277674075140412932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/10/full-access.html' title='full access'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-2403690157275648935</id><published>2007-10-11T17:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:27:23.047+02:00</updated><title type='text'>apologizze</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/9943485-2403690157275648935?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/2403690157275648935/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=2403690157275648935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/2403690157275648935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/2403690157275648935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/10/apologizze.html' title='apologizze'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-4210532078780470726</id><published>2007-10-03T21:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:26:31.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>kisserrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5B2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/romantic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance&lt;br /&gt;You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea&lt;br /&gt;The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&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/9943485-4210532078780470726?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/4210532078780470726/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=4210532078780470726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4210532078780470726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4210532078780470726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/10/kisserrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='kisserrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-352466502794852672</id><published>2007-09-29T21:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:54:42.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>where am I going (continued)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What is it with me? Why I can' t have one way direction in my life, why I can' t follow my rational passionate ideas of my life. Is that because am woman as they are emotional and that's why its hard for them to get along with the other part - Men (rational beings).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;One moment I want to invade the world, get some five degrees, learn tribal languages and develop myself to the highest independence point and be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Other moment I want to sit next to somebody on the couch, wanna travel to the end of the world with somebody, wanna read fairy tales before sleep and pretend that there is no seriousness in the real life with somebody, just fall in love w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; somebody and never fall out. NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Other moment, am so thankful to God that i have so great life, that i can be happy for the paradise beach and sea itself, for the simple donkeys and smelly sheep in the fields, for the great things i have, for people whom i can make laugh and be happy that they are next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The moments change. like kaleidoscope.. but mostly it is decorated with emotions, that sometimes the view is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt;, so hardcore, that your eyes would hurt, you would cry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt; them so much.. but i think the view never is black and dark, even if i pretend to be serious and numb.. its all lies.. you could read form my face like from the book.. that emotional pile is inside there in my heart and just making it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5Ej_WQhKSI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5Ej_WQhKSI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/9943485-352466502794852672?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/352466502794852672/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=352466502794852672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/352466502794852672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/352466502794852672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-am-i-going-continued.html' title='where am I going (continued)?'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-7846189350480952532</id><published>2007-09-29T21:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:08:51.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>where am going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's a very brave thing to fall in love. You have to be willing to trust somebody else with your whole being, and that's very difficult, really difficult and very brave. / I believe that as much as you take, you have to give back. It's important not to focus on yourself too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nicole Kidman]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svarīgāks par vietu, kur tu atrodies, ir virziens, kurā tu pārvietojies. [E.Holmes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu nekad nevarēsi atklāt jaunas zemes, ja nebūsi ar mieru ilgāku laiku neredzēt krastu, kuru šobrīd pazīsti.&lt;br /&gt;[A.Gide]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-7846189350480952532?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/7846189350480952532/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=7846189350480952532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7846189350480952532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7846189350480952532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-am-going.html' title='where am going?'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-1323481466772281835</id><published>2007-08-07T12:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:58:21.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>rachel</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test20_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Friends Character Are You?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test20/Rachel.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You are Rachel. You're very selfish and pay great attention to image. Spoiled when you were young, you were always the popular and snobbish kid. Although you hang on to your adolescent attributes, you grow more responsible every year.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-1323481466772281835?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/1323481466772281835/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=1323481466772281835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1323481466772281835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1323481466772281835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/08/rachel.html' title='rachel'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-7649595675953953530</id><published>2007-07-21T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:15:45.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>different music</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not a &lt;strong&gt;perfect person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there are many things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish I didnt do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I continue learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never meant to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;those things to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I have to say before I go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that I just want you to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've found a reason for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to change who I used to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;reason&lt;/strong&gt; to start over new.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the reason is &lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjC9k7U0Wzc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjC9k7U0Wzc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Where did I go wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I would have stayed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had I known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You lower yours and grant him &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one last choice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you'll begin to wonder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i listen today to different music than usually.. Celtic, soft melo rock (Starsailor, The Fray, Rocket man.. sorry can' t really name it), i just enjoy the great melody variety, and the meaning of the lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;and one more i will add, as it is so popular.. for the 9th week in the top of UK music tops.. so whatever.. don' t know why this so popular, i gues cos so sticky.. hangs in peoples mind's so easily.. so funny lyrics... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=2147444019&amp;border=6&amp;bordert=0&amp;bgfont=0xFFFFFF&amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgs/Rihanna_4.jpg&amp;filter=0x202020&amp;filtert=27&amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;fontname=arial&amp;fontsize=10&amp;speed=2" quality="high" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/rihanna-lyrics.html" title="Rihanna Lyrics"&gt;Rihanna Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrTUhkN7RFA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrTUhkN7RFA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/9943485-7649595675953953530?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/7649595675953953530/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=7649595675953953530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7649595675953953530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7649595675953953530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/reason.html' title='different music'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-6986694696998060253</id><published>2007-07-21T15:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:02:00.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>lost my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Some bits and pieces of what i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortoises - I think they don' t like me.. they wanna escape, they crash the order in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homplace&lt;/span&gt;. but they still eat, so that's good. Pets.. are not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt; for my life. I am fine with not alive thangs i have to take care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like my clothes.. I did my washing.. one black piece destroyed all my underwear.. from &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;greyish white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; am so disapointed in my self in washing mashine, its just not the way it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wherever i go home.. i try to take shortcut, guess what, it always turns out as the longest way home:). i need map to get home. I lost my way, i ended up just going back, just realizing that the way will be too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport.. I just love sweating in gym, i just love looking forward how far can i go to collapse out of breath. Today i was so ready, so ready to go for run to gym.. i was. untill iat the doorstep i realised that sneakers are not with me (as i am not at home now). I didn' t had so much motivation to go back home then to gym in this HEAT!!! NO Way! and also my shoulder, its again out of place. Auch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-6986694696998060253?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/6986694696998060253/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=6986694696998060253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/6986694696998060253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/6986694696998060253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/lost-my-way.html' title='lost my way'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-6061835967141137852</id><published>2007-07-15T21:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:14:13.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Benny&amp;Joon</title><content type='html'>another movie of this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ea6vO3huNKM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ea6vO3huNKM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/9943485-6061835967141137852?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/6061835967141137852/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=6061835967141137852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/6061835967141137852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/6061835967141137852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/benny.html' title='Benny&amp;Joon'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-1613349651770645000</id><published>2007-07-15T15:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:25:21.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8aDvjQl6Kc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8aDvjQl6Kc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/9943485-1613349651770645000?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/1613349651770645000/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=1613349651770645000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1613349651770645000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1613349651770645000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/robots.html' title='Robots'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-7897006118164624394</id><published>2007-07-14T21:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:35:28.424+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/Rpko6hAO0eI/AAAAAAAAABk/38gjdTiLjjw/s1600-h/200px-Big_Fish_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087142239848550882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/Rpko6hAO0eI/AAAAAAAAABk/38gjdTiLjjw/s200/200px-Big_Fish_movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear friends, let your imagination flow!&lt;br /&gt;By telling stories you become story.&lt;br /&gt;Big Fish is a 2003 fantasy drama film, directed by Tim Burton and written by John August. It is loosely based on the novel Big Fish: A Novel of Mythic Proportions by Daniel Wallace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smth&lt;/span&gt; more,that is in my after watching this movie. This movie is not for kids. They have their own imagination skills.. and I would say that this movie is for people who have lost these skills, lost the great ability to imagine things, to look at reality with pictures of imagination and really experience them with all and through life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We fail today to appreciate its (imagination) tremendous power. The imagination is stronger than conceptual thought and stronger than the will. We simply must become convinced of the importance of thinking and experiencing in images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Like children need to learn to think logically, adults need to rediscover the magical reality of the imagination."&lt;/span&gt; [R. Foster "Celebration of Discipline."]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-7897006118164624394?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/7897006118164624394/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=7897006118164624394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7897006118164624394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7897006118164624394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-fish.html' title='Big Fish'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/Rpko6hAO0eI/AAAAAAAAABk/38gjdTiLjjw/s72-c/200px-Big_Fish_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-3033608590950244800</id><published>2007-07-14T10:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T21:54:56.469+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how loud I write here, it will not be loud enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is wrong with Males here???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;TWICE IN THREE DAYS, I EXPERIENCE SEXUAL HARASSMENT. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RpkpwRAO0fI/AAAAAAAAABs/baVIOel0FZQ/s1600-h/prostitute3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087143163266519538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RpkpwRAO0fI/AAAAAAAAABs/baVIOel0FZQ/s200/prostitute3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter whether it is evening or morning (it has happened on the way to church), no matter what clothes am wearing, that is disgusting, when the person expects that I am just another immigrated eastern European girl that works in cabaret, meats with 50year olds and takes the &lt;strong&gt;lover’s &lt;/strong&gt;place.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes fancy BMW, sometimes country style car.. slows down or makes weird turns.. and then I see.. that it stops further the road I have to go. As I get closer I notice two staring eyes in the mirror and the window next to his seat is open, and AS I Pass.. I here this 50ty year old male, Cypriot accent “Hallo!?”.. why the first thought is in my mind that he is jerk, stupid or whatever, wanna kick his car, wanna kick his eyes.. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/Rpkp0hAO0gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BkHnlSlsBQA/s1600-h/prostitute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087143236280963586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/Rpkp0hAO0gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BkHnlSlsBQA/s200/prostitute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Is it like that in all the countries/ some specific cultures? Has anybody prepared the way, so that I am expected to stop and start the conversation and end up as Lover to a rich Cypriot 50ty year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve heard the stories about these girls..&lt;br /&gt;heard, that it is common for old Cypriots to have lovers..&lt;br /&gt;heard, that eastern European woman are stealing Cypriot men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men will never leave them.. woman still is very important in Cypriot family. Women wins everything in the divorce case.&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/9943485-3033608590950244800?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/3033608590950244800/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=3033608590950244800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3033608590950244800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3033608590950244800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/sexual-abuse.html' title='Sexual Abuse'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RpkpwRAO0fI/AAAAAAAAABs/baVIOel0FZQ/s72-c/prostitute3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-3374986388937646964</id><published>2007-07-11T19:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:03:52.045+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All by myself</title><content type='html'>Today, I moved in Rick’s flat.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, questions is – how to clean the carpet?! Can’ t find anything like hover. Second, it is so blue and maleish. I just wanna add anywhere something pink or whatever, just to remind that I am abit more girly than Rick.&lt;br /&gt;I changed the towel – &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve put &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;butterfly&lt;/span&gt; in the room, that glows in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve put out my shoe collection. Never thought I will have many shoes, not talking about clothes. But I think the cupboards are pretty small, so it looks I have a lot of stuff. But it’s not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am all by myself. It is weird, haven’ t had this feeling for long time, don’ t know if I ever had it. Maybe when I was fifteen and all alone in flat and studying. Although a lot more support there was still from parents. And then my responsible adult life failed with many mistakes. But I was just 15!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here – nothing – all by my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another advantage of this adventure is to get to know Man’s style of living. As I am thinking to get married one day, this will be great preparing time.:)&lt;br /&gt;I am taking care of tortoises – I gave them lettuce and am checking sometimes if they are breathing. Never now.&lt;br /&gt;Fish looks still alive, its going all around and up and down the aquarium, so she really. But am pretty sure it is so bored in that glass thing.. I would die cos of boredom. I’ll flush her when she will die. will make a little cross and pray for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbies will not die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-3374986388937646964?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/3374986388937646964/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=3374986388937646964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3374986388937646964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3374986388937646964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-by-myself.html' title='All by myself'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-4602151148596696445</id><published>2007-07-07T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:18:06.100+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Original Velveteen Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Real isn' t how you are made. It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Once you are Real, you can' t be ugly, except to people who don' t understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;/Margery Williams/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-4602151148596696445?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/4602151148596696445/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=4602151148596696445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4602151148596696445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4602151148596696445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/original-velveteen-rabbit.html' title='The Original Velveteen Rabbit'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-7421438054878260765</id><published>2007-07-07T19:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:28:30.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Patriotic feelings</title><content type='html'>Let me introduce you to Brainstorm.. Latvian Band, i would call it one of the best, developed and inspired by original style music, lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Brainstrom - Tin drums.&lt;br /&gt;+ Pay attention to latvian traditional dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRUoKRXc4NM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on &lt;a href="http://www.brainstorm.lv/"&gt;Brainstorm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-7421438054878260765?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/7421438054878260765/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=7421438054878260765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7421438054878260765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/7421438054878260765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-patriotic-feelings.html' title='My Patriotic feelings'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-8140773718378682816</id><published>2007-07-07T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T17:29:54.907+02:00</updated><title type='text'>reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgZgubuT2DM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgZgubuT2DM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5minutes that reminds me, how it is to be unfaithful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-8140773718378682816?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/8140773718378682816/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=8140773718378682816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8140773718378682816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/8140773718378682816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/reminder.html' title='reminder'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-4195456204383223266</id><published>2007-07-07T17:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:27:36.258+02:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend off</title><content type='html'>as i turn around and look into other direction, realising that i need to be alone, enjoy individual activities, not to be aware of anybody next to me and not to strive be in crowd all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for shopping.. got some stuff, ended up - less than 50 pounds.. :) shoes, underwear, shorts, top, ring... ok, i'll stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess feeling like really living under the bridge or on the suitcase does not suits me, until i will not settle in my next living place..(Rick's).. and don' t know even there will be very stable.. and then in september (new flat) another room. ehh...&lt;br /&gt;I need more or less regular schedule for life, my own place and feeling that i can put the clothes in cupbord, not like now - all is in big mess on the floor in opened suitcase.. I want to have time with &lt;strong&gt;Creator of Universe&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-4195456204383223266?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/4195456204383223266/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=4195456204383223266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4195456204383223266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/4195456204383223266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-off.html' title='weekend off'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-5660622194088751355</id><published>2007-07-06T23:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:55:05.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The show</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;show&lt;/strong&gt; must go on.. i mean &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what else i could wish? i have amazing life here in Cyprus, work, place where to live, beach, sunshine, some good people. sometimes thinking, how to leave place where am used to be, where i know more or less the things and places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I have come back to country of heat and greek language, i am involved in amazing activities. just a couple of points about that and evaluation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first time in my life i have socalled mentor. new experience, spicing up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i attend socalled muscle making/weight loss place - gym. Wanna be fit and run, run, run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am still involved in socalled God's work.. PLACE. [details upon request] not the same,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am still interested to have as much as time as I have at the beach. [wednesday night, Larnaca, McKenzy beach] v.good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have new toys, that's kinda highlight of my playlife.. v.good. need more clothes for my Barbies!!:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have some socalled commitments as I have changed whole range of everything what i did just a couple of months ago. don' t know how i will handle them, but i wanna do my best by God's help. good, good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories of Spain!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084218220641052770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/Ro7FiMng6GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LafU9160kNU/s320/n2205489_37220668_8977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am alot of time ONLINE.. i am using my opportunity..  Carpe Diem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another new thing where to spend your time, i am doing it - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/index.php?logged_out=f34415f4fe1e1cc1664031b4ce7a3c74"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-5660622194088751355?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/5660622194088751355/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=5660622194088751355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5660622194088751355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/5660622194088751355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/show.html' title='The show'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/Ro7FiMng6GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LafU9160kNU/s72-c/n2205489_37220668_8977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-3132428796090934532</id><published>2007-07-01T21:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:52:26.855+02:00</updated><title type='text'>am so excited!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Really.. maybe its just a small thing, but being online.. makes me happy :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;so here i am.. surfing, catching information from all the corners and swimming around the spiders in world wide web..&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/9943485-3132428796090934532?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/3132428796090934532/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=3132428796090934532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3132428796090934532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/3132428796090934532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-so-excited.html' title='am so excited!!'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-1490346078108733826</id><published>2007-07-01T17:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:26:14.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamond (*****five stars from five)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RofGwcng6EI/AAAAAAAAAAs/km35lrnNXZs/s1600-h/BloodDiamond98asf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082249240128841794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RofGwcng6EI/AAAAAAAAAAs/km35lrnNXZs/s320/BloodDiamond98asf8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; No Diamond in Engagament ring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can u imagine Diamond – hundred million treasure in your hands? U will never have a thought to let it out of your hands till the last breath of your life. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;Movie full of passion for getting treasure in own hands and the dream of changing life. only diamond can do that, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried some three times during the movie, cos it really moved me when I think about Africa, about things that happen there. Africa was called God’s left place. It’s so sad, don’ t wanna believe that it is like that, and am just sitting here and doing nothing to change something there. Actually there are so many things that should be changed, by the good will and decision to change lifestyle or certain activities we take in life. am talking about Asian slaves for clothes’ factories, AIDS all around the world, children dying because of not having enough food, the melting of the ice in Antarctica..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RofHCMng6FI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rO4wn3ztwmM/s1600-h/BloodDiamondoijads233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082249545071519826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RofHCMng6FI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rO4wn3ztwmM/s320/BloodDiamondoijads233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIA – This Is Africa. This sentence includes so much in itself - full of love and passion towards family members (father was ready to anything to find his son), in the same time ready to waste any kind of life to get what is needed (same tribes, same nation kills each other just like that.. without any regret.) life is about better life. for western world walker (WWW) its is hard to understand, cos WWW has everything, it is good in the place where he is, everything is developed, everything is completed and developed for the highest comfort level, no need to go for better life dreams, cos its acomplished already there in the first day of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just not fair at all.. Can I save the world?&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/9943485-1490346078108733826?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/1490346078108733826/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=1490346078108733826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1490346078108733826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/1490346078108733826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-u-imagine-diamond-hundred-million.html' title='Blood Diamond (*****five stars from five)'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RofGwcng6EI/AAAAAAAAAAs/km35lrnNXZs/s72-c/BloodDiamond98asf8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-401972938180513675</id><published>2007-04-16T21:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:19:08.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Copying Beethowen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RiPMEn9CoHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SlZFY4RAGt0/s1600-h/copying-beethoven-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054107586656378994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RiPMEn9CoHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SlZFY4RAGt0/s320/copying-beethoven-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People, do you know this person – &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ludwig Van Beethoven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?! Everybody knows him, I think its good to know at least his name. You don’t have to be a classical music freak, he has been &lt;em&gt;Genius.&lt;/em&gt; Really &lt;em&gt;Genius&lt;/em&gt; in full sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, something what I caught out of that &lt;strong&gt;movie&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams can be wonderful, but they can be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How much we are aloud to dream, how much I can let myself be a princess, walk on catwalk and be very smiley and happy girl? How much I can think of having at least three degrees, being so wise and clever, that other people would be interested in me to listen? Is it aloud for me to think about the guy who will be the Right one for me. Am feeling like a kid, who still have to wait for that. Just next to me is somebody who was waiting and she has accomplished that waiting task. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Stab in heart. Am a loser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Loneliness is my religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another Stab.&lt;/span&gt; I found myself making it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Vibrations in the air are God’s speaking to man’s soul.&lt;br /&gt;Musicians are close to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RiPL339CoGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cLJbgSWjThc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054107367613046882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RiPL339CoGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cLJbgSWjThc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That’s something more mysterious, what we can hear mostly in classical music. it is totally spiritual, filled with so much feelings and thoughts, musical expectations. Every note has been sounding in somebody’s head, and then it has become alive.. Produced by dozens of musical instruments, what ends up in breath taking composition of sounds and “high class” music.&lt;br /&gt;I actually have no clue about all that (stab), just the feeling by listening to this music, takes my breath and heart away. Music, that talks to heart without words and nice voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RiPLFX9CoFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7FMyMtjARsw/s1600-h/cbimage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054106500029653074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" height="73" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RiPLFX9CoFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7FMyMtjARsw/s200/cbimage2.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get on your knees, and kiss, passionately. (Anna, copyist, + Martin, iron man)&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/9943485-401972938180513675?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/401972938180513675/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=401972938180513675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/401972938180513675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/401972938180513675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/04/copying-beethowen.html' title='Copying Beethowen'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/RiPMEn9CoHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SlZFY4RAGt0/s72-c/copying-beethoven-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-117632245314288225</id><published>2007-04-11T21:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:14:13.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/1600/118041/3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/320/607305/3001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, there were just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male&lt;/span&gt; people who told me about this &lt;a href="http://300themovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;, as being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;excellent,&lt;/span&gt; i kind of trusted them. Now, i know.. no matter how good the movie seems for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male&lt;/span&gt; person, you can never be sure about that, whether it is worth seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best comment: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;After seeing movie, there is motivation to go to gym"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male&lt;/span&gt; person' s thinking.. :the bigger muscles,  the bigger satisfaction with myself.&lt;br /&gt;v. impressive thinking.. :) personally.. no objections against muscles till some limits, of course. the most useful thing of muscles, i guess is, that you can lift more than others. Any other reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, a lot of heads were flying, a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male&lt;/span&gt; sounds, strong passion of fight and winning (v. typical for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male &lt;/span&gt;person). a lot of disgusting, grouse faces.. who can bear it, they can watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-117632245314288225?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/117632245314288225/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=117632245314288225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117632245314288225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117632245314288225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/04/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-117619493732491761</id><published>2007-04-10T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:48:57.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we individuals or blacks and whites?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/1600/415786/no.gene.for.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/320/9285/no.gene.for.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i see the person, one of the first things i reckognise is colour of skin. It is so obvious, and i can't close my eyes and look at the colour of shirt. that's ridiculous. what is better - to reckonginze the style of clothes or color of skin? What is better to look in eyes or listen to accent? We all are so different, there is not a copy of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/200/185632/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i &lt;em&gt;start to know&lt;/em&gt; the person, the first thing is i learn what nationality the person is. people who meet me, i maybe the first Latvian they meet in their lives, and i know that i carry the responsibility to share about me and my culture. And i know that there is no perfect nationality, but in each one us is hiding complex of inferiotirty or superiority. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learn the things the person's culture does, i learn the language specialities, i learn the values. like lately, it was so weird to hear foerm Indian, that he does not know Ten Commandments, and when you meet this person you, realise there is no account on good or bad in his heart acdcording to God's laws about stealing, lying, killing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after all, i learn the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the person. I know what person cares for, i know what are his dreams, i know how far the person would go to reach his dreams, i know what makes him smile and what hurts him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no british, nigerian, latvian or chinese. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only God the creator is fully equipped to look at us as real beings, at our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Humans are too destroyed, too sinful to see the real beauty of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thats the greatest achievement in relationships with people around us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And every time i have the Nasty thought of any nationality,based on my stupid subjectivity and stereotypes, i wanna dig myself in the ditch, and hide my blushing face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-117619493732491761?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/117619493732491761/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=117619493732491761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117619493732491761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117619493732491761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-we-individuals-or-blacks-and.html' title='Are we individuals or blacks and whites?'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-117619210321251250</id><published>2007-04-10T09:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:03:59.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/1600/552910/oranges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/200/394372/oranges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time when i pass &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;blossoming oranges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i wanna stop and close my and and take a deep breath. It just makes me reajoice on the beauty of creation of this world. So natural, so beautiful. I wann disapear in this sweet smell, and take a deep breath again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me who has created &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Hasan's beach"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Who has made something so enjoyable, so great, that the mind forgets the sorrows and otherconcerns and the awe of beauty of this great beach. I was so happy, enjoyin sun and water and chillin waves. ahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i lost Frisbee. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/1600/139853/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/200/77819/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;Then i called in loud voice - Frisbee! Frisbee!!&lt;br /&gt;there was this suggestions then frisbee went into sea, and i got so scared that he will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went along the sea bit looking for him.&lt;br /&gt;Then i found Frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a Woman who has lost one of the coins and then she founds it and wants to tell everybody about it. (if you don' t know this parable - this is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, and search carefully until she finds it? When she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, 'Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.' " (Luke 15:8-9)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parables_of_Jesus"&gt;More about Parables of Jesus&lt;/a&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/9943485-117619210321251250?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/117619210321251250/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=117619210321251250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117619210321251250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117619210321251250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/04/every-time-when-i-pass-blossoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-117570154780670452</id><published>2007-04-04T17:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:45:47.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:) big laugh!</title><content type='html'>on 1st April post.. all what is said there, was not true. JOKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april, april&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-117570154780670452?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/117570154780670452/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=117570154780670452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117570154780670452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117570154780670452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-laugh.html' title=':) big laugh!'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-117542493346825187</id><published>2007-04-01T12:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T12:55:33.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joku diena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/1600/38574/zapis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/320/663956/zapis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatad, shi diena ir visshausmigaka diena mana muza. viss notiek ka pa sviestu, es cietu avarijaa, nekas traks, tikai blakussedoshais pasazieris patiesham asinjoja. un tad, man lidz bija mans 1000$ vertais kompis. ak jel. nav ko teikt, tas pa galam. es tiehsam vairs nezinu lai dara ar savu dzivi. satiku dazas draudzenes, un vinjas man sastastija tadus melus par vienu cilveku, ak jel..&lt;br /&gt;no comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-117542493346825187?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/117542493346825187/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=117542493346825187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117542493346825187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117542493346825187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2007/04/joku-diena.html' title='Joku diena'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-117535573223927033</id><published>2007-03-31T18:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T12:35:52.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>photo</title><content type='html'>what a day. basketball in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Shadowlands movie about C.S. Lewis. Cancer is not a friend, it spoils the lives, it spoils loves and hearts. saying goodbye is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;and in my mind runs this phrase : I love you so much, that i don' t wanna let you go. am so used to, am so addicted. that i can' t imagine life without that person, but i can. that's the way it is, life goes on. people come and go, people die and get married. and our hearts go through these experiences, they survive. some don' t.&lt;br /&gt;but still, we struggle and we live. that's life, when you can cry and you can laugh, when you can feel the juicy emotions of life. You sweat for that. and you know you are alive, ready for real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/1600/277429/DSC_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6451/746/320/923414/DSC_0024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-117535573223927033?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/117535573223927033/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=117535573223927033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' 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title=''/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-117511230042587346</id><published>2007-03-28T22:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:05:00.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>who am I</title><content type='html'>those moments when i realise how messed up the person is, i wanna  c.r.y.     and  ask for forgiveness, cos i know that it is somewhere, up there. and its coming to heal the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to change something. radically..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the questions - is it right?  is it loving? is it wise? are the control questions to know the way and the intention f the decision to come true. so many times we ask, is it the right way to do? but NOBODY can give the right answer, then   life would be to easy, it has to be full of strangers and strange situations, just to take  off and fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i don't have a wings/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-117511230042587346?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/117511230042587346/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=117511230042587346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117511230042587346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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shokoladi.&lt;br /&gt;raugoties pa logu drebulji metas, ir auksts, vasara Kipra nav visu gadu. dazas dienas ir patiesi jokainas, ar sauli, veju, lietu, krusu, vetru un perkonu. nu neko. labi ka veejaka lidz, ka zinadama gribeju sevi pasargaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bastoju alpha kursu. esmu itka slima, esmu jau ari. deguns ciet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-117492860399252328?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/117492860399252328/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=117492860399252328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/117492860399252328'/><link rel='self' 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strādāju, tad laiks pazūd nebūtībā, nekas nenotiek, viss apstājas, un visi gaida. Skatiens apstājas nekurienē - tālumā, miljoniem lietus lāšu drūzmā, un neko neredz, pat nespēj izsekot ūdens kustībai no debesīm, bet gaida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Šodien manā teroitorijā pārošanās virmoja, varu iedomāties, cik tie cilvēciņi viens otram tuvi, ka nevar noturēties nesaskandināt lūpas vienu pret otru, pat muzejā, pat momentā, kad skatās veclaicīgu fotogrāfiju. Jokaini, tad ir vienalga, kur atrodies, vienalga, cik pulkstenis, galvenajā lomā ir tas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ka var būt kopā&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosecināju, ka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;vīrieši jebkurā vecumā&lt;/span&gt; ir gatavi paņemt pretējā dzimuma pārstāvi mašīnā, un man par to ir tikai prieks, jo nevajadzēja tērēt 0,25LS. Pozitīvi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man izskrien tirpas, drebuļi caur kauliem, kad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;cilvēki atbrauc no USA&lt;/span&gt; vai vēl nez no kurienes, vienkārši, lai paskatītos, kur kādreiz dzīvoja viņu vecāki un to pasaka saviem bērniem, aks pirmo reizi ir savu senču zemē, un iespējams īsti neapzinās, kādā situācijā atšķirībā no normālas, tie atrodas.&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/9943485-112317168660332180?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/112317168660332180/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=112317168660332180&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/112317168660332180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/112317168660332180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/08/pak-pak.html' title='pak pak'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-112300700059215693</id><published>2005-08-02T20:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:28:41.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[music]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Legend - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ordinary People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Girl im in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; This ain't the honeymoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Past the infatuation phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Right in the thick of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; At times we get sick of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; It seems like we argue everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; I know i misbehaved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; And you made your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; And we both still got room left to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; And though love sometimes hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; I still put you first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; And we'll make this thing work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; But I think we should take it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; We're just ordinary people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; We don't know which way to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; This time we'll take it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; This ain't a movie no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; No fairy tale conclusion ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; It gets more confusing everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Sometimes it's heaven sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Then we head back to hell again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; We kiss then we make up on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; I hang up you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; We rise and we fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; And we feel like just walking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; As our love advances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; We take second chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Though it's not a fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; I Still want you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; We're just ordinary people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; We don't know which way to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; This time we'll take it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Take it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Maybe we'll live and learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Maybe we'll crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; maybe you'll return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Maybe another fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; Maybe we won't survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; But maybe we'll grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; We never know baby youuuu and I&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mariah Carey "The Emancipation of Mimi" (2005)&lt;br /&gt;*** specially 4 maizais minnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt; When I said I didn't love you so&lt;br /&gt; I should have held on tight&lt;br /&gt; I never should've let you go&lt;br /&gt; I didn't know nothing&lt;br /&gt; I was stupid&lt;br /&gt; I was foolish&lt;br /&gt; I was lying to myself&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't have fathomed that I would ever&lt;br /&gt; Be without your love&lt;br /&gt; Never imagined I'd be&lt;br /&gt; Sitting here beside myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I didn't know you&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I didn't know me&lt;br /&gt; But I thought I knew everything&lt;br /&gt; I never felt&lt;br /&gt; The feeling that I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt; Now that I don't&lt;br /&gt; Hear your voice&lt;br /&gt; Or have your touch and kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt; Cause I don't have a choice&lt;br /&gt; Oh, what I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt; To have you lying by my side&lt;br /&gt; Right here, 'cause baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt; When you left&lt;br /&gt; I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt; It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt; Come back baby please, 'cause&lt;br /&gt; We belong together&lt;br /&gt; Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt; When times get rough&lt;br /&gt; Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt; Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt; Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt; There ain't nobody better&lt;br /&gt; We belong together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt; When you are on my mind&lt;br /&gt; Bobby Womack's on the radio&lt;br /&gt; Singing to me&lt;br /&gt; 'If you think you're lonely now'&lt;br /&gt; Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt; This is too deep, too deep&lt;br /&gt; I gotta change the station&lt;br /&gt; So I turn the dial&lt;br /&gt; Trying to catch a break&lt;br /&gt; And then I hear Babyface&lt;br /&gt; I only think of you&lt;br /&gt; And it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying to keep it together&lt;br /&gt; But I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt; I'm feeling all out of my element&lt;br /&gt; I'm throwing things&lt;br /&gt; Crying&lt;br /&gt; Trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt; Where the hell I went wrong&lt;br /&gt; The pain reflected in this song&lt;br /&gt; Ain't even half of what&lt;br /&gt; I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt; I need you&lt;br /&gt; Need you back in my life baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt; When you left&lt;br /&gt; I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt; It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt; Come back baby please, 'cause&lt;br /&gt; We belong together&lt;br /&gt; Who am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt; When times get rough&lt;br /&gt; Who's gonna talk to me&lt;br /&gt; Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt; Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt; There ain't nobody better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We belong together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-112300700059215693?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/112300700059215693/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=112300700059215693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/112300700059215693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/112300700059215693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/08/music-john-legend-ordinary-people-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-112300135123105832</id><published>2005-08-02T18:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:53:16.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>otrdiena - otra darba diena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vājprāts&lt;/span&gt;, iesakiet man kaut ko kā sagaidīt darba laika beigas, es jau lasu gramatu, papildus izglitojos, bet tik un ta briziem liekas, ka ir shausmigi garlaicigi. vai a ri, tas ir vienkarshi drausmigi, ja ar lietuvieshiem jaruna krieviski.. es neradijos viņiem acis. bet tad viens krievs atkal gribeja ar mani runat latviski, un tas jau mani pavisam iepriecinaja :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vēl es šodien nevareju saņemties paprasīt noziedot regulārā franču parka rekonstrukcijai, bet tad tas pats krievs noziedoja. Vinsh meta kastite, bet divi lati palika turpat pirms iekrita kastītē, un tad es papriecajos, un tad iemetu vēlreiz viņa vietā.. Man t;ads prieks bija, ka neesmu zagle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-112300135123105832?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/112300135123105832/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=112300135123105832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/112300135123105832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/112300135123105832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/08/otrdiena-otra-darba-diena.html' title='otrdiena - otra darba diena'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-112283006917589289</id><published>2005-07-31T18:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:14:29.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tadā</title><content type='html'>me is back :)&lt;br /&gt;dabuju darbiņu Rundāles pilī, tad nu vairāk dzīvošos pa Bausku, tad nu vairāk tikšu pie neta, jo īpaši ārvalstu saitēm.., kas Bārbelē bija tāds kā mīnuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway.pēdējā laikā patiesi sainteresējis pretējais dzimums, viņiem ir tik daudz noslēpumu, tik daudz, ko nekad meitenes klātbūtnē neredzēs, nedzirdēs. Tādēļ esiet gatavi džekņi, es experimentēju. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pēdējie novērojumi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;pirmkārt, viņi skatās uz krūtīm un dibenu, tad uz seju, un tad tam seko attiecīgie kometāri - vai nu cūka, vai nu celka, vai nu ņemama.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;otrkārt, viņiem nepatīk atzīties mīlestība, kad apstākļi spiež (piemēram, meitene tur čīkst pa telefonu vaui vēl, kas), viņi samierinās ar situāciju, kāda tā ir, un reti kad cenšas to mainīt.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;treškārt, vecie medību lauki beigās liekas patīkamāki, vajadzīgāki, jo vieglāk medīt - piezvani un pasakai, lai ir gatava, tūilīt piebrauks, un viss notiekās!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;ceturtkārt, liela laime ir tusēt, un nolikt meiteni pie stūres un priecāties, ka meitenei ir B kategorijas tiesības.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;piektkārt, viņi māk paprasīt piedošanu saviem draugiem, un simulēt bučas, lai cik tas pretīgi neizskatītos.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;sestkārt, viņi ir gatavi paņemt mašīnā jebkuru pretējā dzimuma stopētāju.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;septiņkārt, viņi vienmēr ir gatavībā nodarboties ar sexu - katram tiek izdalīta munīcija pirms tiek ieņemts cietoksnis.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;astotkārt, viņi dzers kamēr piedzersies, un neatcerēsies, aks notika pagājušajā naktī.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;devītkārt, viņi sola uzticību, tajā pašā laikā paprasot tel. nr. no pretējā dzimumja pārstāvēm (nākamais uzdevums, būtu noskaidrot,vai tas tel. nr. kādreiz tiks likts lietā??)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;desmitkārt, viņi patiesi novērtē, ja pie sāniem viņiem ir LABA meitene. un ja viņa nav laba gultā, tad tam nav jēgas.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;šai reizei pietiks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-112283006917589289?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/112283006917589289/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=112283006917589289&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/112283006917589289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/112283006917589289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/07/tad.html' title='tadā'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-112059911660668735</id><published>2005-07-05T23:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:31:56.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>man nav ko darīt</title><content type='html'>ir grūti apzināties, ka šobrīd nepelnu, ka neko ārēji redzamu neradu/nedaru.&lt;br /&gt;es tikai zinu, ka es daru tam, kas notiks pēc 7 nedēļām.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ak piedodiet man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-112059911660668735?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/112059911660668735/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=112059911660668735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/112059911660668735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/112059911660668735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/07/man-nav-ko-dart.html' title='man nav ko darīt'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111996727501437147</id><published>2005-06-28T16:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:01:15.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>when you' re gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah, I am away from my blogger for uncertain time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this just the remark to 22nd June, to the day when I finished Vidzeme University College.&lt;br /&gt;This day I remember as day when I wanted to be a princess (I was!!!), as I said – I was all pink, with curly hair (I can send pictures by e-mail), and I felt so calm, and I really felt that something gonna happen, something gonna change (never new that it will take such a physical fights in my mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t cry&lt;br /&gt;My guests: God, Mammy &amp; Daddy, Dave, Igors, Evija, Kostja, Sery, Marux&amp;amp;Tomy, Tālavs &amp; Krustmaminja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got diploma, I felt kind of fragile before the Big life’s start, but I was pretty ready to get it to – start new life. Just absolutely afraid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stand out of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Party was not as I would like to see or hear, but we managed it till the end (6am) and it was so cool to get crazy, to dance, to forget about everything, to look deeply in drummer’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flirting.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at last everything is finished there, I am free. Just have to find way how to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;Cyprus. God’s work.&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/9943485-111996727501437147?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111996727501437147/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111996727501437147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111996727501437147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111996727501437147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-you-re-gone.html' title='when you&apos; re gone'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111937708575600491</id><published>2005-06-21T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:04:45.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i am moving out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;this is my last normal evening in dorms. it's a sad, sad situation. 4 years here, this time was so cool, better than any other school time in primary school or gymnasium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It is sad to leave people around me, it is sad to not to think about the finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;It is new begining of new life, and I can't wait for it. I am so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111937708575600491?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111937708575600491/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111937708575600491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111937708575600491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111937708575600491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-moving-out.html' title='i am moving out'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111929575585512941</id><published>2005-06-20T21:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:29:15.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>eu parīt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;parīt jau ir izladums, man pagaidām reaāli negribas raustīt uzacis, spaidīt pumpas, organizēties lielajai izlaiduma ballei vai vēl nez kam, ir reāls &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vienalga&lt;/span&gt;.  es vēl joprojām neesmu apmierināta ar saviem&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; rozā svārkiem&lt;/span&gt;, katina mani.. bet neesmu spējīga, lai vēl kaut ko darītu. uzvilkšu, papozēžu un novilkšhu - vienu pašu dienu. un tik un tā, svārki nav notiecošie, kas patieks, kāda ir mana būtība, kāds ir mans patiesais izskats. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rozā žakete&lt;/span&gt; ir ok, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;rozā topiņš&lt;/span&gt; arī ir tīri cute, ē, man nav &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;rozā stringu&lt;/span&gt;, bet kurš gan tos skatīsies. Varu uzvilkt pat tādas pantaloas kā Bridžeta, un neviens pat nepamanīs, bet nekad jau nevar neko zināt...&lt;br /&gt;Un, protams, manas &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;rozā laiviņveidīgās kurpītes&lt;/span&gt; ar pušķīti un&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sirsniņu&lt;/span&gt;, tās arī ir ļoti cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ļoti vēlos braukt uz Kipru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111929575585512941?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111929575585512941/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111929575585512941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111929575585512941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111929575585512941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/06/eu-part.html' title='eu parīt'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111885071365240917</id><published>2005-06-15T17:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:51:53.663+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said - pls stop me, why nobody reacted, why i made this f**** mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have neighbour - guy (Kaspars), for the first time, a little bit weird, we don't disturb each other. He wanted just the good.. just a coctail for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;girl next door&lt;/span&gt; [great movie]. and she also didn't wanted to go all wrong, just for the company, just for better mood, just for the end of the school. He had friend, who slept in my room. we went to the bed at about 6am... we drank water cause there was disgusting feeling in the mouth (after drining smth else with cola), we talked about God (I usually liten more, then talk), and we found out that we don't know or we can't say no. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that is so useful characteristic to use).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i feel like broken. i live just on orange juice and I can'live normaly, i need the next dose again. pls stop me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111885071365240917?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111885071365240917/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111885071365240917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111885071365240917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111885071365240917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/06/am-i.html' title='Am I?'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111876677271200137</id><published>2005-06-14T18:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T18:32:52.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>daru ko gribu</title><content type='html'>pls, somebody stop me.. i am doing all what i want.. and it goes wrong.. I want too much and I don't want what I need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was sunbathing at Gauja, people walking, guys watching...hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a missionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111876677271200137?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111876677271200137/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111876677271200137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111876677271200137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111876677271200137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/06/daru-ko-gribu.html' title='daru ko gribu'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111872836565413649</id><published>2005-06-14T07:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:52:45.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>brīvības rīts</title><content type='html'>"Dzīves jēga ir daudz&lt;br /&gt;svarīgāka nekā sirdsmiers,&lt;br /&gt;personīgais piepildījums vai&lt;br /&gt;laime. Tā ir daudz nozīmīgāka&lt;br /&gt;neka ģimene, karjera vai tavi&lt;br /&gt;visneprātīgākie sapņi un&lt;br /&gt;centieni. Ja vēlies zināt,&lt;br /&gt;kāpēc tu esi radīts, tev ir&lt;br /&gt;jānonāk līdz Dievam"&lt;br /&gt;/R.Vorens/ TUVOJIETIES DIEVAM,&lt;br /&gt;TAD VIŅŠ TUVOSIES JUMS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111872836565413649?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111872836565413649/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111872836565413649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111872836565413649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111872836565413649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/06/brvbas-rts.html' title='brīvības rīts'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111838863186516108</id><published>2005-06-10T09:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:30:31.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ir ko teikt</title><content type='html'>[music] &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Right said Fred - I'm too sexy; Reamon - Supergirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;[link]&lt;/span&gt; http://stavgruzi.eclub.lv/fakultates.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;šodien jāiet sauļoties pa pliko, ārā ir saule - daudz saules, a varbūt ka nē, nez.. man ir jānokoncentrējas uz prezentāciju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un vēl, es nedrīkstu domāt, ka viss ir beidzies, jo tad paliek žēl, š***; mazliet žēl, bet es jau esmu tāda dzelzs sieviete, varbūt nesarūsēšu no skumjām.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;p.s.tagad jancim ir kaut kas jasaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111838863186516108?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111838863186516108/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111838863186516108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111838863186516108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111838863186516108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/06/ir-ko-teikt.html' title='ir ko teikt'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111826451143056832</id><published>2005-06-08T21:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:01:51.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ir vēls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bet man ir sakrājies...ko teikt.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Diplomdarbā studente ir pētījusi Eiropas Savienības (ES) dalībvalstu migrācijas politikas ietekmi uz darbaspēka migrāciju ES.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Diplomdarba tēmas nozīmīgums un aktualitāte ir pietiekoši pamatota, darba nosaukums atbilst saturam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; šodien saņēmu recenziju. es jau nu netiektu, ka viss ir kār'tibā, bet Ilona Raugze ir pacentusies piesieties pie lietām, pret kurām nav argumentu. Tas kaitina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lai arī pētījuma mērķis diplomdarbā ir noformulēts skaidri – „noskaidrot, kāpēc Eiropas Savienībā ir tik zems iekšejais migrācijas līmenis, ja ES kā vienu no prioritātēm ir definējusi brīvu darbaspēka kustību”, pētījuma ievadā trūkst argumentu pieņēmumam, ka ir svarīgi paaugstināt ES iekšējās migrācijas līmeni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un tagad ir vispār haoss, ko lai dara ar to, ko viņa tur patiekusi.. kādu kara stratēģiju ieņemt un kā to realizēt, un vai tiešām izdosies viss perfekti. vienīgais ko iemēģināju bija aizstāvēšanās tērps (bruņas) - spēcīgi sarkans kostīms, asins izturīgs. varbūt, ka palīdz, vienīgi žakete ir tā mazliet par lielu.. kurš prot iešūt!?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Studente ir izpētījusi atbilstošu plašu teorētisko un empīrisko materiālu pētījuma sagatavošanai un izvēlējusies atbilstošu metodi (gadījumu analīzi) pētījuma problēmas apskatīšanai un analizēšanai. Teorētiskā bāze pētījumā ir sasaistīta ar empīrisko daļu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pētījuma secinājumi nav izkārtoti prioritārā secībā, līdz ar to, lasītāja uzmanība netiek pievērsta svarīgakajām atbildēm uz pētījumā izvirzītajiem jautājumiem un nav pietiekoši norādīts uz izvirzītās problēmas cēloņiem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; šodien aizstāvējās Madža (8), Daiga (8), Rūta (7).. , Kā es gribu to sajūtu, kad ir VISS /BASTA.. tad ir forši, bet tagad apkārt plivinās KSA, un mani kaitina :), es jau neko.. ļaujos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pētījuma tekstā ir iekļauti neizskaidroti, „tukši” apgalvojumi. Piemēram, „Novērtejot migrācijas politikas un darba tirgus situācijas dalībvalstīs, var secināt, ka ir grūti migrēt, ja praktiskā nozīmē tas nav iespējams”. (šitas toč tapis pa glukiem.. neticu, ka esmu uzrakstījusi..)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Kopumā diplomdarba pētījums ir vērtējams pozitīvi, tajā ir apskatīta un sniegta dziļa analīze par aktuālu jautājumu, kā arī iezīmēti jautājumi turpmākai pētniecībai šīs tēmas ietvaros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  tagad jāķerās pie prezentācijas (pa nopietnam), jābūt līdz 10 minūtēm (baigi gari tagad liekas), pēc kārtas esmu astotā, rupji rēķinot tieku pie vārda ap 13.00 (13tajā jūnijā), kad visiem vēderi sāk burkšķēt, un paliek nemierīgi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sen nav lasīts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vārds&lt;/span&gt;, tikai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sarkanā zāle by Boriss Vians.&lt;br /&gt;arlabunakti.. nez ar ko es sarunājos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111826451143056832?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111826451143056832/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111826451143056832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111826451143056832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111826451143056832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/06/ir-vls.html' title='ir vēls'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111753912902650680</id><published>2005-05-31T13:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:38:57.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Par Māruku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;gribu neprātīgi iemīlēties un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;sastrādāt visādas muļķības&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;tagad isti nevar saprast, ko lai iesak ar to briviu, to duperigo sajutu, ka ir tik daudz padarit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;griba siemileties, gribas darit kaut ko traku...gribas ļauties straumei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;vakar bijām cēsis, pa pilsētu, pa parku, kazu grava, fazāni un pāvi, ērgļu klintis, teltis, picnics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;bija labi, vienkarshi ATIET no visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaditaja ieteica sadedzināt vienu kopiju uz sārta.. :)) un vēl, jādzer, jādzer, jādzer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9943485-111753912902650680?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111753912902650680/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111753912902650680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111753912902650680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111753912902650680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111739566457454419</id><published>2005-05-29T21:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:41:04.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>story about tears</title><content type='html'>yeah, guys it is for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I finished my diploma paper. It is actually just a paper work, just a little bit longer [exactly 116pages] but still!!!!!, I did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in my life, and I wanted to be perfect, and it is not, and I will never be perfect, even if I want it, but still!&lt;br /&gt;Call me naive, freekty, stupid, nervous or just real[I don't care], but when this thought, that I have finished my diploma paper came in my mind, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tears just came over my face&lt;/span&gt;, and I felt really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. I have never had such a feeling after doing some school stuff. adn I know that it not the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;it was God&lt;/span&gt;, he was with me all the time, he cared for me every night and day, His mercy everyday was beside me, even when I forgot about it, He was still within me.&lt;br /&gt;It was feeling when you realize that somebody loves you more than anything, that somebody could do for you anything, sometimes such a feelings comes when I think about my parents, but today it was stronger, it was so wonderful feeling, such a joy and peace in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;i know just that these tears wasn't for nothing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;they were for God's mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; all for praying, for consulting and encouraging, for listening to me, for advises, for help in data search, for revising, for living with me, for tolerating me, for loving/hating me, for thinking/forgeting of me, for just being my friends.  &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/9943485-111739566457454419?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111739566457454419/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111739566457454419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111739566457454419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111739566457454419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/story-about-tears.html' title='story about tears'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111735204502590824</id><published>2005-05-29T09:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T09:34:05.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>kas pa dienu? cik pulkstens.. vispar neko nezinu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  ^,-,^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;        (&gt;T&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;        (v_v)_/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created by puss ind a boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;šodien tak ir jāpabeidz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111735204502590824?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111735204502590824/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111735204502590824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111735204502590824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111735204502590824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/kas-pa-dienu-cik-pulkstens-vispar-neko.html' title='kas pa dienu? cik pulkstens.. vispar neko nezinu'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111729379417260124</id><published>2005-05-28T17:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:23:14.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sataniste... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'600'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="'http://images.quizfarm.com/1110081242Christianity_turquoise-white.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Christianity&lt;/b&gt;. Your views are most similar to those of Christianity. Do more research on Christianity and possibly consider being baptized and accepting Jesus, if you aren't already Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is the second of the Abrahamic faiths; it follows Judaism and is followed by Islam. It differs in its belief of Jesus, as not a prophet nor historical figure, but as God in human form. The Holy Trinity is the concept that God takes three forms: the Father, the Son (Jesus), and the Holy Ghost (sometimes called Holy Spirit). Jesus taught the idea of instead of seeking revenge, one should love his or her neighbors and enemies. Christians believe that Jesus died on the cross to save humankind and forgive people's sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" width="'300'" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'79'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'63'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Judaism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'54'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Paganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'29'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;29%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;atheism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'21'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;21%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'17'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'17'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Satanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'8'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;8%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id="10907'"&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com'"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111729379417260124?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111729379417260124/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111729379417260124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111729379417260124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111729379417260124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/sataniste.html' title='sataniste... :)'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111719314976957101</id><published>2005-05-27T13:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T13:25:49.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pēdējie metri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pēdējie metri&lt;/span&gt; līdz finišam ir tik grūti...&lt;br /&gt;ievads mani krampī sarāvis, un nobeigums rauj elpu nost,&lt;br /&gt;un lietrraturas saraksts shiet tik liels, kā nepārlecama barjera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;es zinu, ka es varu. Es varu, nav izejas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111719314976957101?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111719314976957101/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111719314976957101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111719314976957101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111719314976957101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/pdjie-metri.html' title='pēdējie metri'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111703673480131220</id><published>2005-05-25T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:58:54.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>polizei</title><content type='html'>kojās notikusi varena zādzība, pratināja mani nost kā liecinieku. nez vai izrādījos derīga...&lt;br /&gt;bet pierasktija katru manu vārdu.&lt;br /&gt;stulbi, ka zog. tas tak grēks, bet zog tik un tā.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111703673480131220?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111703673480131220/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111703673480131220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111703673480131220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111703673480131220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/polizei.html' title='polizei'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111700355929018497</id><published>2005-05-25T08:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T08:45:59.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>it's getting hot</title><content type='html'>so take off all your clothes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;, at least I feel like in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;, and I feel like in da prison :( I am still writing, still sitting at the PC, I am borred of this sitting and eating lifestile, I want to run, jump, do all, except sitting and writing...&lt;br /&gt; I am trying not to think about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;, hot weather, what I have dreamt about for all winter time.. Now it is there - outside, but I still have 4 days... I wanna finish all that!!&lt;br /&gt;I will have more than 100 pages apendix included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;top sauklis&lt;/span&gt;: Viss būs labi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mūzika:&lt;/span&gt; Inča saksafons - līdz kaklam jau, a man ar austiņām negribas karsēt ausis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;doma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; analīzes daļa šodien jāuzraksta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9943485-111700355929018497?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111700355929018497/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111700355929018497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111700355929018497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111700355929018497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-getting-hot.html' title='it&apos;s getting hot'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111678101924532482</id><published>2005-05-22T18:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:56:59.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>www</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How can I realize these &lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/en/"&gt;fonts&lt;/a&gt;, they look so great.. only IT klnows how to do all those things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there is week till the end of Not My days, but diploma writig days. i already have about 80 pages.. I hope there won't be hundred..  but I am not guilty that I have so many information to write, to show to analize..&lt;br /&gt;today I am pretty qiuet, comparing with last days, when i was kind of nasty, bad.. unfreindly.. yes me. Shame on me,  yeah I am pretty not frindly in the houshold things, I want to do, to see that also others do everything in order. and it is anoying me, that they are not doing, thinking like me... but I understand that i actually don't wanna them to be as me, cause then ther eis no place for originality, so better we are all different adn learn to love and take each other the way we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I need  changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i try not to say phrase what I said too much some days ago - it makes me sick =I'll vomit. I know it sounds stupid, but it all went so wrong that i saied it also even in the wrong time to wrong people, who were hurted then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I am changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcatcollection.com/index.php?page=2&amp;amp;disp=date"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am still like these guys&lt;/a&gt;... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111678101924532482?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111678101924532482/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111678101924532482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111678101924532482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111678101924532482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/www.html' title='www'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111667782807570635</id><published>2005-05-21T13:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T14:37:15.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Google ģimene</title><content type='html'>Vēl viens Google ģimenes loceklis... Tas varetu būt mazais brālis &lt;a href="http://www.googlism.com/index.htm"&gt;Gūglisms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pēc tam nāk ārā māsa - kas ņemas ar mozaikām - laipni lūdzam &lt;a href="http://montage.sleepygeek.org/"&gt;Google Montage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai atradu arī adresi visai &lt;a href="http://google.indicateur.com/"&gt;Google ģimenei&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viņai ir tikai 9 gadi, bet viņa glezno un dzejo.. viņa ir &lt;a href="http://artakiane.com/akiane_life.htm"&gt;brīnumbērns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111667782807570635?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111667782807570635/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111657005339702996</id><published>2005-05-20T08:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:20:53.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>izdzīvoju</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;man liekas, ak atsledzos no 5 - 6, bet tas bija pretīgakais posms visas nakts gaitā, kad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;organizms&lt;/span&gt; pretigi drebēja un nemitīgi vēlējās pateikt, ka ir laikam noguris. tad, kad atslēdzos, laikam respektēju viņa viedokli, bet vispār centos ignorēt. visu laiku auklējos kā ar mazu bērnu - tad kolu, tad rozines, tad halvas gabalinju, tad kolu, tad sulu, tad WC, tad visu no sakuma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ir tik labi apzināties, ka atkal viss ir labi un es viņu piemāniju.. tagad ir nomierinajies, laikam jau rīta saules deva, kapuchino un apkārtējo izgulētās sejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagad ir sākušās problēmas ar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;prātu&lt;/span&gt;. šis sācis niķoties, vakar tā vien skrēja, tā vien rāvās, ali kaut ko avrētu zidomāt un ļaut impulsu klabināt tastatūru, šorīt laikam grib laist pa kreisi. nu saņemies vecīt, tu to vari, vēl tikai mazliet (jā, jā)...&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/9943485-111657005339702996?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111657005339702996/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111657005339702996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111657005339702996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111657005339702996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/izdzvoju.html' title='izdzīvoju'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111654440457850011</id><published>2005-05-20T01:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T01:13:24.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight</title><content type='html'>kā es nevaru ciest cilvēkus, kas doma tik par sevi vien.. neviens jau nevareja laikus man patiekt, ka mellraksts ir jved uz Rīgu. tikai pēdējā brīdī.&lt;br /&gt;šonakt dzeru kolu (weah) un rakstu analīzes daļu, un priecājos, apr to, ka mans mīļas korelācijas kaut ko arī pasaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tikko ieturējāmies: maizīte ar žāvētu vistu+kečups un uzdzeramajāa - Kola, protams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111654440457850011?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111654440457850011/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111654440457850011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111654440457850011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111654440457850011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/tonight.html' title='tonight'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111652050361850747</id><published>2005-05-19T18:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T18:35:03.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>arodslimiba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;visur lieku atsauces&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/9943485-111652050361850747?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111652050361850747/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111652050361850747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111652050361850747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111652050361850747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/arodslimiba.html' title='arodslimiba?'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111650471554770082</id><published>2005-05-19T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:11:55.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>aunt Google academic</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Google Scholar --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="get" action="http://scholar.google.com/scholar"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scholar.google.com/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://scholar.google.com/scholar/scholar_sm.gif" alt="Google Scholar" width="105" height="40" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;input type="text" name="q" size="15" maxlength="255" value=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;input type="submit" name="btnG" value="Search"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Google Scholar --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111650471554770082?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111650471554770082/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111650471554770082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111650471554770082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111650471554770082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/aunt-google-academic.html' title='aunt Google academic'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111642543962238929</id><published>2005-05-18T16:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T16:10:39.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[music]</title><content type='html'>jau kuro dienu.. manās ausīs nav dzirdēta mūzika...&lt;br /&gt;labak koncentrejos klusumā, un bonusā nāk lēnais dators, ja WMP iet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie clips]With or without you by U2, Who wants to live forever by Queen, Zaķīšu pirtiņa by Latvian cinema study and Menuets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111642543962238929?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111642543962238929/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111642543962238929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111642543962238929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111642543962238929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/music.html' title='[music]'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111641108682316513</id><published>2005-05-18T12:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T12:11:26.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>šodien</title><content type='html'>Miljoniem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inešu&lt;/span&gt;... ikdienā tā nemanās, bet šodien. Šodien viņas pārspēj visus..iedomājos, ka tonnam ineses sanāk kopā un smejās un peld narcišu jūrā.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;visa istaba smaržo pēc narcisēm. kaut kā tā narcise saskan ar inesi,.. kaut kadas kodētas skaņas, bet ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[attiecības]&lt;/span&gt; galīgi neiet ar Bebrīti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Renāte, klausies, es neesmu, es nevaru būt dusmīgs. Jo tā saknē ir mana vaina. Es varētu kautkā dusmoties par to, ka tu esi piedalījusies arī ar saviem izteikumiem sarunā ar šo cilvēku.. bet nē.. es tagad no tā visa jūtos sūdīgi, kaut gan reāli nevajadzētu.. jo redzi .. nu nav par ko.. bet es vienkārši neatkāpjos no sava teiktā un tu mani neredzēsi, jo es neesmu gaidīts jūsu zonā.. vismaz nejūtos.. ganjau kautkad. Un redzēt, kā tu plēsies pušu.. nē, tas tev nav jādara, es vnk esmu tāds un esi ar to cilvēku, ganjau viņa pusē vairāk taisnības. Es tev pat nelikshu padomāt pašai un izanalizēt šo situāciju no loģiskās puses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/9943485-111641108682316513?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111641108682316513/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111641108682316513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111641108682316513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111641108682316513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/odien.html' title='šodien'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9943485.post-111628208556184030</id><published>2005-05-17T00:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:21:25.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>miegs</title><content type='html'>dodiet man recepti! tā lai nenāk mieg. (guanama nepalidz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9943485-111628208556184030?l=aktuviens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/feeds/111628208556184030/comments/default' title='Ziņas komentāri'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9943485&amp;postID=111628208556184030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 komentāri'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111628208556184030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9943485/posts/default/111628208556184030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aktuviens.blogspot.com/2005/05/miegs.html' title='miegs'/><author><name>Puss in da boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058141074212365909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm_YzfXZeNc/THwG1ULJXBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aa82FKS_ubE/S220/IMG_1674.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
