<?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-5032642131197543681</id><updated>2011-09-30T16:16:21.237+03:00</updated><category term='crazy/lazy'/><category term='Fun and Travels'/><category term='adrenaline'/><category term='Parliament'/><category term='soul trash'/><category term='Election Law System'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the garden of Eden</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5396929924287421891</id><published>2011-09-30T16:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:16:21.269+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Akiko Meyers Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in E Minor</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying my last minutes at work before the weekend, i would like to share with you my most favourite melody for "working atmosphere" :))Felix Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E minor, Op. 64.... Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of You are well and wish you a lovely weekend ahead! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard-working Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p08izmpPy0s?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5396929924287421891?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5396929924287421891/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5396929924287421891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5396929924287421891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5396929924287421891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2011/09/anne-akiko-meyers-mendelssohn-violin.html' title='Anne Akiko Meyers Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in E Minor'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/p08izmpPy0s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-1616213542597121766</id><published>2011-07-28T19:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:19:43.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Underworld Evolution soundtrack - The Undertaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/js_4z_rn7-k?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my dearest ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your summer going? I hope you all are having fun at the seaside! At least you :))) Because i am stuck at work until mid of August... &lt;br /&gt;Happy summer and enjoy my fave song from Underworld 2! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Maynard is genius :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;all hot Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-1616213542597121766?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/1616213542597121766/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=1616213542597121766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1616213542597121766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1616213542597121766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2011/07/underworld-evolution-soundtrack.html' title='Underworld Evolution soundtrack - The Undertaker'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/js_4z_rn7-k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-2097537966088325456</id><published>2011-06-23T01:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T01:20:55.948+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tool - Sober</title><content type='html'>Hello, Everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick share of a nice song good night :)&lt;br /&gt;And to let You All know i am still around, just trying studying and writing my PhD thesis and also a newbie in a new job and..well... quite a busy social life, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I hope You are all well!&lt;br /&gt;See you sooner, i hope ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Eden fallen asleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand... enjoy one of my fave songs :) (just love Maynard ;)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GqmRDV0a_70?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-2097537966088325456?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/2097537966088325456/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=2097537966088325456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2097537966088325456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2097537966088325456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2011/06/tool-sober.html' title='Tool - Sober'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GqmRDV0a_70/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6318240793961168936</id><published>2010-12-08T15:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:20:00.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Five To One (Live Roundhouse London)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9DfG1SNydnc?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to note the day today with the Students celebration and the birthday of Jim Morrison and owuld like to greet all the former, current and future students wth their celebration and i wish you all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Jim! Will always love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6318240793961168936?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6318240793961168936/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6318240793961168936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6318240793961168936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6318240793961168936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-to-one-live-roundhouse-london.html' title='Five To One (Live Roundhouse London)'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9DfG1SNydnc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-7699974626585760472</id><published>2010-08-28T02:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T02:54:21.172+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy/lazy'/><title type='text'>Depeche Mode Dirt Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long time no see (and this turns out to be getting into a bad habit, indeed!)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis you miss me? :) I certainly did, but i started a new job (finally!) on a full time and was hardly able to reach home, fridge, shower and pillow.. you know.. i turned into those nine to fivers, and it was hard... and fun! I really love it, though sometimes i am catching myself remembering the words of a very wise friend, who once told me (and i just laughed at that time freelancerly immaculate) that the homicidal thoughts contribute to the healthy work atmosphere.. And i bet, if he reads this, would just glance with that i-told-you look, asking if my methods of dispatch were too creative :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. as a typical nine to fiver, at Friday early night i am just dying for my soft pillow, so will just leave you with one of my most favourite songs (from my early uni years), which i by accident finally succeeded to find on youtube :) Enjoy that fantastic one and have fun! O=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I-am-the-sleepy-fire-of-life-Eden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i too much miss you and my blog, so, i am hereby solemnly promising that i will keep up on much more frequently (but only in case my Boss keeps me alive ;)) &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/QjkOl67k0LM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjkOl67k0LM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjkOl67k0LM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/5032642131197543681-7699974626585760472?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/7699974626585760472/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=7699974626585760472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7699974626585760472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7699974626585760472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2010/08/depeche-mode-dirt-cover.html' title='Depeche Mode Dirt Cover'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-7831975780197670479</id><published>2010-06-29T03:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T03:46:16.416+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy/lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adrenaline'/><title type='text'>Rammstein - Du Hast - Sofia, Bulgaria, 23.06.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello, dear Friends :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are You? Hope all is well with You All!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to make a quick note here, devoted to the Sonisphere Festival in Sofia, Bulgaria (22-23. 06.2010) and to share with You the most exciting moment i witnessed there :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are much better videos from the concerts, but in this one You can actually hear the singing crowd, which was completely enchanting.. I just stopped for a second, looked around and i suddenly was filled by the magic and the incredible power of  the united voices of  50 000 singing people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(my poor LG couldn't bare the bass, but still recorded the voices of the fans..awesome :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish You could be there just at that special moment... Thanks to Rammstein for that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to write more and upload some pics, when i learn how to get them out of my phone (the problem with the smart phones is that they are smarter than us.. you know ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you and enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/dIG_HqL6kVc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIG_HqL6kVc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIG_HqL6kVc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/5032642131197543681-7831975780197670479?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/7831975780197670479/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=7831975780197670479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7831975780197670479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7831975780197670479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2010/06/rammstein-du-hast-sofia-bulgaria.html' title='Rammstein - Du Hast - Sofia, Bulgaria, 23.06.2010'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-64072198022711305</id><published>2010-03-09T11:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:28:40.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Кръговрат: или история за магарешки бодил, дъжд и фея</title><content type='html'>Hello, my dear friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily i found one very old short story i have written, while still being at high school... I am just posting it here, to be sure at least this part will survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your reading ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Посвещава се на Crying Brolly а.к.а. А.Т. Така и никога не ти казах, че те обичам.. Надявам се, че където и да си, си щастлив.. Винаги ще пазя спомена за теб и онази зимна разходка в люлинските гори в сърцето ми..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postrow"&gt;               &lt;h2 class="title icon icon0"&gt;      Кръговрат (Или една история за магарешки бодил, дъжд и фея:)&lt;/h2&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="content has_ad"&gt;      &lt;div id="post_message_81592"&gt;       &lt;blockquote class="postcontent restore "&gt;        Кацнало в цикламената сърцевина на разцъфнал магарешки бодил,  едно мъниче, подобно на приказна фея, ми се усмихна добродушно,  загадъчно и състрадателно. Тя не се учуди от стъписването ми, нито от  моето смешно и комично изражение на безкрайна изненада. А аз , аз бях  смаяна. И кой на мое място не би се смаял, ако изведнъж, както си върви ,  се просне с целия си ръст на една зелена поля с магарешки бодили, се  окажете лице в лице с живо същество, голямо, колкото Палечка! Тогава?  Най-малко всеки би си помислил, че сънува.&lt;br /&gt;Чувала бях и за вълшебните създания от страната на детелините…С  абсолютната сигурност, че сънувам, въпреки болките от натъртванията по  тялото ми, както и подутините, и ожулванията по ръцете и коленете ми, аз  бавно се изправих и с тихи охкания и ахкания, приседнах до Плачещата  върба, която така и не бях забелязала по-рано. Плахо протегнах ръка, за  да поема моя сладък сън. И сънят дойде – изящното мъниче пристъпи  лекичко по килима от пурпурните пухчета на бодила и още по-грациозно  скочи в ръката ми седна спокойно , сгъна си крачетата, обви ги с ръчички  и положи брадичка върху коленете си…Проблесна светкавица, нейде проехтя  гръм. Започнаха да падат капки, едри и бавни, но засилващи се с всяка  изминала секунда…Ние двете бяхме застанали под Върбата, която ни пазеше  от яростта на стихията. Около нас се образува водна стена, а ние сякаш  бяхме островче зеленина с няколко розовеещи се, примамващи и бодящи  растения. Беше толкова странно…Как само до преди миг беше средата на  горещо, жизнено лято; небето бе съвършено чисто, като синята хармония не  бе нарушавана дори от едно заблудено облаче. А изведнъж? Гърмеше,  присвятваше, звукът от бурята плашеше, но същевременно унасяше и  приспивно нашепваше омайна мелодия, на която от време на време  пригласяха гръмотевиците, които изскачаха изпод колесницата на  всемогъщия червенокос бог Тор… Всичко наоколо се размиваше, накъдето и  да погледнеш беше сиво, мъгливо и неопределено и изглежда всички бури по  земята се бяха скупчили над нас…А ние си седяхме под върбата, която  беше всичко друго, но не и плачеща- по скоро беше най-сухото и сигурно  място на света. Какво ставаше? Наистина беше много странно. Гледах се  отстрани. Съвсем спокойна, толкова отнесена, със замечтани, удавени  нейди в незнайното очи…, а до мен? Малката ми фея, сладка, усмихната.  Учудвах се от самата себе си. Как можех да си седя там, под Плачещата  върба, която сякаш бе херметизирана и ни закриляше…; и до мен да седи  мъничето, детенце, което беше на милиарди звездни години по- далеч от  мен в мисловно отношение? Може би ще се запитате от къде ли го знаех?  Беше достатъчно само да се взреш в погледа му. Това детенце, което между  другото имаше най-чаровните златни очи и руса, хвърчаща, къса косичка,  стигаща някъде до ушите му, беше в своята дребничка обвивка толкова  мъдро, притежаваше толкова познание и житейски опит, за каквито аз дори  не бях и чувала. Едва ли бих осъзнала, че може да съществува нещо  подобно, ако то само не се беше показало. Привлече ме с необикновеността  си и ме омагьоса с усмивката си и с онзи спокоен и същевременно питащ  поглед, толкова наивен и мъдър… Можеха ли двете неща да вървят ръка за  ръка? Е, явно да, след като при мен седеше една феичка, която бе нежна  като снежинка, момиченце на вид, а толкова умна и проницателна, сякаш  знаеше всичко… Да, каквото и да си говорим, количеството не значи  качество и пред себе си имах един необорим и неопровержим, усмихващ се,  русокос факт.&lt;br /&gt;В този миг, дълъг колкото вечността, просто си седях, прегърнала  коленете си (взех пример от моята съседка на полянката) и мислите ми се  рееха из небесата, високо над гръмоносните облаци, издигаха се над  земната сивота и обвързващо-материалното и се извисяваха към светлия  безкрай на непознатото отвъд облаците. После се завръщаха, като с мъка  си проправяха път през пороя, през дъждовните капки, които сякаш си бяха  поставили за цел да засенчат със скоростта си дори и слънчевите лъчи…  Все пак, след известно време, окаляни, умърсени от калта и нечистите  частици, които се носеха във въздуха, се добираха до спасителното  островче под купола на Плачещата върба и сякаш минали през филтър,  нахлуваха възбудено в главичката ми, която едва ги побираше, след като  те ме удавяха в безкрайна и крайно интересна информация за местата,  които са видели, посетили…и са изоставили, за да се върнат при мен!  Прекрасните ми! Моите верни приятели- мислите!&lt;br /&gt;А небето, натежало като олово , заплашваше всеки момент да смаже Земята  като смъртоносен, защитен механизъм в египетска пирамида.&lt;br /&gt;Пък аз просто си седях и изпращах мислите ми да обикалят света, а после  да ми разказват за всички онези неща, които са видели… сякаш и аз съм  била там. Значи е истина, че не съществуват граници за онова, което  желаеш? Аз се пренасях чрез мислите си по света, на всяко знайно и  незнайно кътче от творенията на Природата, без дори да ми се наложи да  изляза от моето убежище, топло, уютно, цветно… Но имах чувството, че  нещо се губи, че нещо липсва. Наблюдавах се от страни и … Седях си там,  на безопастност, защитена… Страхливка! Да, ти си седиш там и не смееш да  излезеш сама, да напуснеш хармоничния си остров на блаженство в средата  на нищото.&lt;br /&gt;И как да изляза? Отвъд водната стена… Там е студено, сиво, незнайно.  Имах чувството, че около мен светът се срутваше в някакъв сив ад… Всичко  градено хиляди години се рушеше и наводняваше пред погледа ми, а  жалките отломки потъваха на дъното на океан от сиви глъбини от … от  какво ли?&lt;br /&gt;Небето се продънваше и рушеше пред погледа ми, а аз най-спокойно си  седях в мълчаливата компания на русокосата фея и го наблюдавах съвсем  невъзмутимо. Защо ли не изпитвах никаква тъга? Дори и струничка на  съжаление? Аз всъщност никога не съм била част от този свят. Минавала  съм покрай него и той край мен, докосвали сме се, но никога не сме се  смесвали…Сблъсъкът с новоразкритата действителност бе потресаващ.&lt;br /&gt;“Жалко!…”, чух да минава през мислите ми. Това беше нещо чуждо и  тихичко, но ме стресна и разбуди от унеса.Досега не си бяхме проговаряли  с феята. Нямахме нужда от разговори… Думи! Те понякога са толкова  чужди. Какъв смисъл имаше да говорим? Просто се познавахме, не беше  нужно да си говорим, за да се разбираме… Достатъчен беше само поглед,  мимика, жест…, но преди нея? Преди това крехко и феерично момиченце с  удивителни златни очи и подкупваща усмивка да се появи изневиделица в  живота ми, с кого бях? С кого се разбирах с или без думи? След като не  съм била част от този свят, тогава от кой? Към какво принадлежа? Може ли  да съм била съвсем сама?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a little girl, who wanted to hear the scream  of the Butterfly...And the butterfly whispered her..."Remember that what  we do in life, echoes in eternity!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Декември, 2001&lt;br /&gt;Всички права запазени!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/5032642131197543681-64072198022711305?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/64072198022711305/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=64072198022711305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/64072198022711305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/64072198022711305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Кръговрат: или история за магарешки бодил, дъжд и фея'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-7085660126062125711</id><published>2010-02-16T13:06:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:21:24.074+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy/lazy'/><title type='text'>Good night, children BG show or "Лека нощ, деца" :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/S3p8Zhs-ZmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iulysvdphXM/s1600-h/19632_1077167584690_1691271251_136340_6171095_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/S3p8Zhs-ZmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iulysvdphXM/s400/19632_1077167584690_1691271251_136340_6171095_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438796277988877922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,  my dear friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after browsing around in my facebook, i found a group, called "Growing up in the 90s" :))&lt;br /&gt;And you can imaginehow for more than an hour i was reading comments and looking at pictures, uploaded by total strangers and as if uploaded and said by me, myself... it was incredible!&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the author of this facebook group, the best i have ever seen there!&lt;br /&gt;And of nostalgy or something else, i decided to share a smal particle of my childhood, my happiest moments in life, when eevryhting was so uneventful, pure, beautiful and unforgetable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children of today will never understand us, the children of yesterday, which is normal, but still.. sad.. Ii didnt have a mobile phone, or a personal laptop, or 1000 tv channels, or the knowledge of google, or skype and facbook, but i was playing outside, having fun with my friends, surrounded by the living Nature.. i had my elbows and knees always bleeding, i knew all the home numbers of my friends, i was collecting movie pics from the newspapres, i was reading tones of real paper books, i was visiting the library, i was building sand castles, i was laughing with my friends, running on the streets, climbing the trees, breathing clearer air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i loved it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, one very nostalgic Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-7085660126062125711?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/Da-izrastnes-prez-90-te-ili-istoriata-na-edno-vlsebno-detstvo/224533461965?ref=mf' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/7085660126062125711/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=7085660126062125711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7085660126062125711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7085660126062125711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-night-children-bg-show-or.html' title='Good night, children BG show or &quot;Лека нощ, деца&quot; :)'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/S3p8Zhs-ZmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iulysvdphXM/s72-c/19632_1077167584690_1691271251_136340_6171095_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-4554691358370372460</id><published>2010-01-06T02:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:06:16.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hello, my dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note to wish you all a great new year, lots of fun, great health and more and more of what you love the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/S0PT4qKl0qI/AAAAAAAAAf8/E9BXGblUZfw/s1600-h/13048_1295484395561_1483864701_816040_2533108_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/S0PT4qKl0qI/AAAAAAAAAf8/E9BXGblUZfw/s400/13048_1295484395561_1483864701_816040_2533108_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423411346629055138" 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/5032642131197543681-4554691358370372460?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/4554691358370372460/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=4554691358370372460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/4554691358370372460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/4554691358370372460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/S0PT4qKl0qI/AAAAAAAAAf8/E9BXGblUZfw/s72-c/13048_1295484395561_1483864701_816040_2533108_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-4528430621004272082</id><published>2009-11-13T03:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:40:32.710+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul trash'/><title type='text'>few hours before my birth hour...</title><content type='html'>Hello, dear friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, 3 hours before my birthday... :)&lt;br /&gt;This year it finally is on friday, 13th.. isnt it spooky? :D&lt;br /&gt;It missed it last time it was supposed to be on friday, because of the leap year..&lt;br /&gt;But now it is a fact :)&lt;br /&gt;Last time it was like this, was while i was in highschool..i remember that i had a very important maths test and we all were studying in the breaks, and my schoolmates were greeting me in between :D&lt;br /&gt;it was very exciting..&lt;br /&gt;Now.. just few hours away from getting older... i am sitting here in the darkness and the loneliness of my chamber, tears flowing down my face... no reason.. i guess i amjust overwhelmed by empotions and exhaustion...&lt;br /&gt;i had a very long day today and just wished to mention here few words before getting older :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish myself all the best as well as to you, dear friends and leaving here a smile from me, i wish you a good night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/Svy4z4-gUDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mHMvP-33JQ8/s1600-h/hp-fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/Svy4z4-gUDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mHMvP-33JQ8/s400/hp-fix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403396854545141810" 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/5032642131197543681-4528430621004272082?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/4528430621004272082/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=4528430621004272082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/4528430621004272082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/4528430621004272082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-hours-before-my-birth-hour.html' title='few hours before my birth hour...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/Svy4z4-gUDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mHMvP-33JQ8/s72-c/hp-fix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3016172170094701798</id><published>2009-11-10T02:15:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:32:51.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>REM - Everybody hurts... or the duplex meaning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;Since i was clicking too much on the send button..&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;i will use this opportunity to dedicate this song to Luca and to thank him for everything he did for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wish you well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yours,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; expersonalEden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/S2N_uvnvGbI" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/S2N_uvnvGbI" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-3016172170094701798?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3016172170094701798/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3016172170094701798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3016172170094701798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3016172170094701798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2009/11/rem-everybody-hurts-or-duplex-meaning.html' title='REM - Everybody hurts... or the duplex meaning...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-2226789687330382522</id><published>2009-11-10T02:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:30:25.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>REM - Everybody hurts... or the duplex meaning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/S2N_uvnvGbI" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/S2N_uvnvGbI" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just few minutes ago i was staying at the balcony for a cig, inaling the cols air outside, smelling lke snow,  but without the snow and a strange, old memory appeared into my mind...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realized that it's been exactly two tears after one of the saddest things that happened in my life.. I lost one friend, one incredible friend.. It was painful, because people are hardly ever meeting their soul mate, wandering the world and i have found mine, my other half, the person i didnt even need to talk with for to understand me... and i lost him... because i was silly... (yeah, even me can be silly from time to time :)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was painful, it was devastating, in addition to the other awful moments and events that joined this loss... but now, two year after the loss... i can clearly state it: I have nothing to declare!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is in the past... all burried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Through these years i began to listen to the songs of one band, which is even now so called "classic band"... R.E.M.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song i am sharing with you tonight is one of theirs..very famous and so very lovely and true..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once, while i was listening to this song, and i realize that the verb "hurt" possesses this double meaning... everybody hurts and everybody hurts..indeed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you can hurt someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it hurts when you hurt someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it hurts, when you are hurted..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;things are all connected and are we actually able to realize the whole thing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mm..i doubt..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just dont forget.. you are not alone... and just dont give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everybody hurts..and everything passes away.. just let it flow away.. and in months, in years.. only the beautiful memories will be left..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yours,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-2226789687330382522?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/2226789687330382522/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=2226789687330382522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2226789687330382522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2226789687330382522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2009/11/rem-everybody-hurts-or-duplex-meaning_10.html' title='REM - Everybody hurts... or the duplex meaning...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-7322046662008617532</id><published>2009-11-03T14:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:37:52.814+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SvAkE40ULiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/q1Xf4HIA9_c/s1600-h/snow-scene-finish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SvAkE40ULiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/q1Xf4HIA9_c/s400/snow-scene-finish1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399855619607113250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy first snowing!!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i woke up and.... what a lovely and cooool surprise..it was snowying outside my chamber window :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As You all know, i am addicted to the snow, my entire theme in FFS on facebook is based on the snow and here i have created my own Winter Wonderland, so... i just decided to share with you my happiness from the cold, but beautiful snowy beginning of my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun and stay cool ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-7322046662008617532?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/7322046662008617532/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=7322046662008617532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7322046662008617532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7322046662008617532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-snow.html' title='First Snow! :))'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SvAkE40ULiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/q1Xf4HIA9_c/s72-c/snow-scene-finish1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3203751847413579760</id><published>2009-10-27T04:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:43:33.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for 31st of october... ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SuZeTEUzvVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/f7QF5qNuYlw/s1600-h/Pumpkin_Day__by_Eireen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SuZeTEUzvVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/f7QF5qNuYlw/s400/Pumpkin_Day__by_Eireen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397104885121662290" 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/5032642131197543681-3203751847413579760?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3203751847413579760/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3203751847413579760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3203751847413579760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3203751847413579760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting-for-31st-of-october.html' title='Waiting for 31st of october... ;)'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SuZeTEUzvVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/f7QF5qNuYlw/s72-c/Pumpkin_Day__by_Eireen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-1799421664373925488</id><published>2009-10-21T02:02:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:23:45.584+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy/lazy'/><title type='text'>:) welcome, Autumn, dear sister of the Winter</title><content type='html'>Hello, dear friends... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is here (and considering the coldness outside the window, it is an autun with strong elements of Winter :D).. Summer is gone..i always miss the summer, when it gets cold and i have to change back to the heavy clothes, you know... boots, coats, jeans and such...&lt;br /&gt;But every season has its own charm..and i guess the charm of the autumn is that my bday is in the autumn :))&lt;br /&gt;Beginning with September, you can see the charm of this unique season..at the border between warm and cold weather, it is incredible what a mixture of strangest blend of clothes, shoes and accesories you can see at the streets crossing people... some..walking with bare feet in japaneses, other, in boots over the knee, some with tops, others with fur jackets... when wlse you can see such a weird combination? only now, before the cold rain to begin their mandate..&lt;br /&gt;Another charm are the colours, especially up in the mountains, tens of green nuances, yellow, orange, red, brown.... lovely :) An this with the mixtute of the climate both at the seaside (where people are still naked), and up in the mountains (where you come back fromyour summer vacation, shaking like a leaf at the wind, wondering is this a time machine or a magic, or you are just having a bad nightmare, from which you can't wake up...)&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry :) i am nit going to forget this other charm, and i mean it - the beginning of the Chrismas vacation plans :D This is the time, when you begin to make your plans (which, of course, most if the times, got quite different from what was planned at first, but...)... to choose another city, another country, another warmer country, or why not a trip tp the moon... 7 people so far did it..and if you have some extra 100 mils in cash, it will be unforgetable!!!!!!????&lt;br /&gt;For those, who have just less than those extra 100 bils for the unique trip to the outern space, comes the opportunity to visit a new and nice place with the family or with a bunch of freaky friends, and after the party, to scoot back at home and to a normal internet conection,where you will upload all the crazy moment taken pics of in your facebook, collection "mi piace" tags and spicy comments from your between 200 and 1000 friends from around the world... :)&lt;br /&gt;It becomes a strange traditions after every event to see your drunk face, exposed in facebook, but thats againa charm, and the colourful nature photos are a label only applicable for our lovely autumn, and one other charm of the beautiful sister of the Winter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting a bit late now... and speaking about this, this reminds me of one very, VERY imprtant and unique charm of the Gorgeous Autumn.. and it is? The Time change!!!!!! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;We all love it, because we all sleep one hour more in the mornings! And who doesnt like it to sleep an hour more in the cold mornings, when you are trembling under 4-5 covers in your sweet bed, postponing the sliding out of the cosy warmth of it with the thought "just one minute more" and mentioning with not so nice names the Central heating System and "when the £$^$%£"$"@" it will begin to work?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this note of the very soon coming one extra hour sleeping in the mornings i will wish you good night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-1799421664373925488?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/1799421664373925488/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=1799421664373925488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1799421664373925488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1799421664373925488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-autumn-dear-sister-of-winter.html' title=':) welcome, Autumn, dear sister of the Winter'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6350712390664091301</id><published>2009-07-10T05:37:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:44:18.389+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul trash'/><title type='text'>another fairy-tale, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello, my Friends!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;these days i thought a lot, i was returning back to the past, remembering  occasions from the past, reflecting on them....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And now my eyes are full of tears..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I annalyzed my previous relationships and the simptoms of their end... the  silence... the jealosy.... the talks about the other half in society.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am not a jealous person... i have felt so just few times in my life.. but  You know what? One is jealous, when feeling insecure... when feeling what she/he  loves is disappearing, slowly creeping away... lost for eternity.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And i feel like... You know about the box of Pandora?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do believe that jealosy wasnt there... because it was given to us by the  Gods for to alarm us.. like a part of the self preservaton instinct... it  appears to tell us - prepare, aware.. it is coming.. to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do believe in one more thing... the envy. Every person is envious. And when  someone is happy, the unhappy one, somewhere deeply inside, wishes the happy one  a bad luck.. I guess that beginning to speak about your lover in front of others  is also a simptom of sunset... They say that we think in pictures... And when we  speak .. we project our mind pictures also in the others' minds.. it help us  believe and pump up the belief... which is wretched on a desert island... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't know why, but i always make so many mistakes... with my personal  life. why i can always give so  accurate, good advices to my friends and never  being able to follow them by myself...?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;maybe because i have a too vivid imagination :) and my dreams are creating  those sandy towers... but life is not so sweet, it is not and can't be a fairy  tale.. all the things that happen to us and we consider as "like a fairy tale"  are actually illusions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am thankful for the lovely escapes from the  reality, forthe moments of care, for those little motions of so  incredible care and attention... for the fairy tales.. for the feeling of how it is to be a princess.. for being allowing   to remember how it is to love and to devote...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am thankful for helping me understand people around me better, for  being taught so many lessons.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am so thankful  for being able to prove again the laws of astrology.&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;p&gt;I am thankful for very day coming after the night and every night following the day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eden&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/5032642131197543681-6350712390664091301?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6350712390664091301/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6350712390664091301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6350712390664091301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6350712390664091301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-fairy-tale-please.html' title='another fairy-tale, please!'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5912781870531629163</id><published>2009-06-27T11:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:37:52.391+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Farеwell, MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nvWMLAWrEjU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nvWMLAWrEjU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5912781870531629163?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5912781870531629163/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5912781870531629163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5912781870531629163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5912781870531629163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2009/06/farwell-mj.html' title='Farеwell, MJ'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5899041452376572040</id><published>2009-06-21T02:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:33:50.599+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy/lazy'/><title type='text'>:) zodiacs again ;) don't laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/compatible_zodiacs" style="border: 0px solid blue;"&gt; &lt;img alt="fun quizzes for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/comp-scorpio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/"&gt;Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/"&gt;here it is..for you, boyz, you should know that i do believe in the Zodiac, so... check here before you try on me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/"&gt;xxx,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5899041452376572040?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5899041452376572040/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5899041452376572040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5899041452376572040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5899041452376572040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':) zodiacs again ;) don&apos;t laugh'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5692068282143363986</id><published>2009-06-21T02:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:31:39.020+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy/lazy'/><title type='text'>summertime :)))))))))))))))))))))</title><content type='html'>Hello, dear friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are You?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are All very, very well and having a lot of fun, despite crisys and stuff.....&lt;br /&gt;It is summer time! It is meant to be funny around us.. don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;It is true that every season comes with its celebrations and eve moments, but what can be compared with the summer vacation and the trip to the seaside? m? M? MMM?.. simple.. it is a simple "nothen" ;)&lt;br /&gt;It was so natural to wait for the summer with impatience and passion few years ago, because summer meant 3 lovely months without school, early waking up, studying and so and so on..&lt;br /&gt;But now, when i have no school... i still associate the summer with fun.. as the winter comes with snow, spring with drugging florishing trees&amp;amp;the feeling of coming soon summer and autumn with the end of the fun, rain, cold, heavy clothes, shopping tour for new boots, coats, scarves, gloves, golden leaf dance, first snow surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...what's up with me? :) where is this melancholy coming from?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;maybe because now i don't really feel the change of the seasons so distinguishly... a life of sleep-work-tv-pc-shower-coffee rutine turns it into a colourless mess of simplicity... a.k.a boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i will leave you, my dear ones, and will go to check my pets on ffs and rc on facebook and then...jumping in bed. i am too tired tonight... i was at the bday party of Ivo, a good friend of mine from the library (my second home durging the university period) and after 7 years i finally heard him playing on his electric guitar... it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours,&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5692068282143363986?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5692068282143363986/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5692068282143363986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/x2b_xcLbPE4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/x2b_xcLbPE4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, huns ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i leave for you one lovely Bulgarian song, which is one of my most favourite songs ever :)&lt;br /&gt;enjoy and have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6935954324781809581?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6935954324781809581/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for Era.. and Enae Volare... i never get tired of ERA :) enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-3470531018189753696?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3470531018189753696/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3470531018189753696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3470531018189753696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Честита Баба Марта :))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Today it is one of the most ancient and traditional celebrations for Bulgaria and the region.. :)&lt;br /&gt;We exchange a "martenica" with the wish for good luck, health and happiness :) to be white and red as a martenica and i do wish to you all, my friends the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs, red&amp;amp;white Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SaraYAkTu1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/-OlN1_Z4ELI/s1600-h/marteniza1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SaraYAkTu1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/-OlN1_Z4ELI/s400/marteniza1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308295216813554514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SaraXdUkX8I/AAAAAAAAAfE/DEBZjqQBt20/s1600-h/kokicheta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SaraXdUkX8I/AAAAAAAAAfE/DEBZjqQBt20/s400/kokicheta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308295207352295362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SaraXcA-SOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/F8u5mYLfpd0/s1600-h/martenica2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SaraXcA-SOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/F8u5mYLfpd0/s400/martenica2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308295207001671906" 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/5032642131197543681-3154697092578495290?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3154697092578495290/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3154697092578495290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3154697092578495290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3154697092578495290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-grandma-march-day-or.html' title='Happy Grandma March day! or.. 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Morrison :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-xslPtJIhv8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-xslPtJIhv8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a cue video with the song 'Riders on the storm' which is one of my most favourite songs of the Doors.. today i will go at the "Popa" and will smoke one cig with Jim.. &lt;br /&gt;as a true lizard king's follower..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-8748600577761397640?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/8748600577761397640/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' 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to me! :)))))</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6672658138001482030?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6672658138001482030/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6672658138001482030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6672658138001482030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6672658138001482030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday 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alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251389078773406754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..this is the question i ask myself every Monday morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SOCui9GOT4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/Fe-cTLtK4Yo/s1600-h/capuccino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SOCui9GOT4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/Fe-cTLtK4Yo/s400/capuccino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251389081053450114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what wakes me up indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-1423487644294247346?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SOCui0mnnCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PyTN9QxegXY/s72-c/sleeping-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-8796183522809266640</id><published>2008-09-29T01:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:16:58.397+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn is here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/551/551148dzawulwfv6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/551/551148dzawulwfv6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is here..even though tonight, when i got out at the balcony, it was smelling like a snow..&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for not coming here recently, but the after-summer-vacation-nostalgia and the looking-for-a-job depression are rushing through me and... i dont have much wake up muses around me..&lt;br /&gt;On 12th September was my exam in the Ministry of Justice, and i passed it, so, now i am fully capable jurist.. and have no excuse from now on not to begin to look for a job..So, this is what i am fighting now with...where is my childhood? where are the lazy days without any kind of personal obligations? where are the serene days spent in the library, studying Italian or drinking coffee in the small cafe, full of cigs smoke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's up with me..i feel somehow useless.. without an aim, no ambition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope You will enjoy the falling leaves pic...it makes me calm and serene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/551/551148dzawulwfv6.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-8796183522809266640?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/8796183522809266640/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=8796183522809266640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/8796183522809266640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yj5WvpkYHz0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the rainy days ...waiting for the sun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-8074716364832448765?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/8074716364832448765/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=8074716364832448765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/8074716364832448765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SKOFkeht8_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/THdZmzKT5io/s1600-h/Cartoon_Funny16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SKOFkeht8_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/THdZmzKT5io/s400/Cartoon_Funny16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234174053650920434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-9120708848758904248?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/9120708848758904248/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=9120708848758904248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/9120708848758904248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/9120708848758904248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-dddd.html' title='funny :DDDD'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SKOFkeht8_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/THdZmzKT5io/s72-c/Cartoon_Funny16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-7626939306560394850</id><published>2008-08-14T01:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:21:02.012+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ben tornata ;)</title><content type='html'>Hello, Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long time ago since the last time i was her, but obviously, after the hot, urgent stuff at the end of July, the lowered speed made me too lazy...and uneventful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i didnt have nice moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert of Metallica...&lt;br /&gt;The concert of Leni Kravitz..&lt;br /&gt;The laziness of the deputies..&lt;br /&gt;The fights with the secretary of the court..and so and so and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is fading away..but it is still summertime! And soon i will meet again my lovely sea:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see You soon, All of You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-7626939306560394850?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/7626939306560394850/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=7626939306560394850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7626939306560394850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7626939306560394850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/08/ben-tornata.html' title='ben tornata ;)'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3102593043549452601</id><published>2008-07-24T23:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:13:06.349+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Travels'/><title type='text'>A trip to Bulgaria - Part III, Plovdiv</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                               Arena di Povdiv  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkt7WlbsYI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9jmIML4KP-Y/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkt7WlbsYI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9jmIML4KP-Y/s400/DSC00190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226759340238287234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last destination was Plovdiv and mostly- its Roman part, including the arena and also the old town, with the lovely houses of the late Renaissance.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was again lovely, even though, down in the Tracian valley it was quite hot...and i was hot and we were all hot! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the beauty! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkt7u1EUZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FsaxxmLMHzE/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkt7u1EUZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FsaxxmLMHzE/s400/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226759346746315154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;part of the scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkuXI_NgZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3Du5wz8TtJ0/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkuXI_NgZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3Du5wz8TtJ0/s400/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226759817624650130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkuXTr9hoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iO9_EcjkEC8/s1600-h/DSC00205_small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkuXTr9hoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iO9_EcjkEC8/s400/DSC00205_small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226759820496701058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;curiosity killed the cat I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkuXSAmtWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nHqqLze5rVY/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkuXSAmtWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nHqqLze5rVY/s400/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226759820046415202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and Nikko at the arena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkuXn-bcrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7_s7tDlghFk/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkuXn-bcrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7_s7tDlghFk/s400/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226759825942868658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;curiosity killed the cat II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIku1XtIqHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xQpfEjuLaNQ/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIku1XtIqHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xQpfEjuLaNQ/s400/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226760336971442290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont laugh! This is a stage! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIku1c7Yd6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/31Ss1GF3-4g/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIku1c7Yd6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/31Ss1GF3-4g/s400/DSC00229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226760338373375906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, this is a stage and i am a dancer after all! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIku1ePXP_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/WjhBolIWA6E/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIku1ePXP_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/WjhBolIWA6E/s400/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226760338725617650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well... imagine..i am sitting where Romans were sitting 2000 ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIku1qOrDkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3W09wV1ibL4/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIku1qOrDkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3W09wV1ibL4/s400/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226760341943946818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkvA3YP4XI/AAAAAAAAAW4/iVETPy4nMK0/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkvA3YP4XI/AAAAAAAAAW4/iVETPy4nMK0/s400/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226760534452330866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another shot of the ruins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkvA6Ri7pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O3pbmlthWO4/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkvA6Ri7pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/O3pbmlthWO4/s400/DSC00237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226760535229525650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a shot of the old city, dated since Late Renaissance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkvA9rgiEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XRl_mqqFy20/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkvA9rgiEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XRl_mqqFy20/s400/DSC00241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226760536143726658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Mix of ancient, old and fashionable ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkvBGEFLcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vEh-SmvD5uE/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkvBGEFLcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vEh-SmvD5uE/s400/DSC00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226760538394275266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         The end of the trip at sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, very vain Eden ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-3102593043549452601?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3102593043549452601/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3102593043549452601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3102593043549452601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3102593043549452601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-bulgaria-part-iii-plovdiv.html' title='A trip to Bulgaria - Part III, Plovdiv'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkt7WlbsYI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9jmIML4KP-Y/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-244882263120325222</id><published>2008-07-24T23:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T04:15:56.939+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Travels'/><title type='text'>A trip to Bulgaria - Part II, Rila Monastery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIklK6f7LxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/h59Sk4fHUTA/s1600-h/P7200369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIklK6f7LxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/h59Sk4fHUTA/s400/P7200369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226749711972249362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Rila Mountain and Rila Monastery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkjBFyzLlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/mK_OFvdC06Q/s1600-h/P7200384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkjBFyzLlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/mK_OFvdC06Q/s400/P7200384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226747344182259282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to our quite interesting and full of adrenaline trip to the Rila monastery, which we visited this Sunday, during the celebration of Ilinden..&lt;br /&gt;This is a holy place, which was found in 9th century by the hermit and saint Ivan Rilski, after the Bulgarian Rulers accepted the Christianity... As He says in His testimony, when He came to the desert of Rila, He was the only human being there, and He lived with the beasts, the sky was His roof, the ground was His bed, the plants were His food, a small cave up in the mountain was His shelter in storms...&lt;br /&gt;As the monastery is a huge and vivid example of the traditional Bulgarian medieval monasteries from the period of the First and the Second Bulgarian Empire, the small "hole", which leads out of the cave is a place, where legends say only a person with pure soul can go through... As the very monastery, hugged between the skirts of the might Rila mountain and the strong stone walls and battle towers, impresses You with the rich and soft pictures, icons and every kind of ecclesiastic arts, the cave and the hole for pure souls just strikes You with its simplicity and... purifying powers...&lt;br /&gt;When we climbed up to the "hole" and we were quietly arguing who to be first, cause no one wanted to be first, i just turned left and began to climb up the small stairs and my friends and my family..they were behind me and i was leading them...Till the moment i entered the cave and only the single lonely flame of a tiny candle was enlightening our way deep inside and at one moment everything was so dark that i wasn't able to see anything and i felt fear...for a first time in my life i felt how it is to shiver by fear..not knowing where to go, not knowing where you are stepping, just touching around like a blind, kneeling and crawling in the low space between rocks... and not that the path is long..but the fear of your sins is big... Nikko was walking behind me and i just whispered to Him "I'm afraid", but He just pushed me forward to the light, where a piece of sky was smiling... And there, climbing through the rocks, already seeing the sky, at the end for a piece of a moment i just asked myself...do i dare? But my friends and family were behind me..i couldn't stop, i couldn't give up.. and i reached it! Oh, God, thank you for the help! And thank You for showing me what is fear and what is forgiveness, and what is peace...&lt;br /&gt;Everything there was magnificent! And enchanting! And full of that energy that only holy places emit around like a circle of pure life...something which You almost can touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some shots of the Rila mountain, the monastery and the hole.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;It is very beautiful place to visit and i recommend it in 200%&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the Second Part of the photo trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiksLDxpI/AAAAAAAAATw/TuTLUlh1XJw/s1600-h/P7200370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiksLDxpI/AAAAAAAAATw/TuTLUlh1XJw/s400/P7200370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226746856268351122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   The magical beauty of Rila mountain, the heart of Bulgaria :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiJP4nWFI/AAAAAAAAATg/lt_oPi37wQ4/s1600-h/P7200364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiJP4nWFI/AAAAAAAAATg/lt_oPi37wQ4/s400/P7200364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226746384818329682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    a pic in the restaurant we had lunch...just over the river... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkhfgSl66I/AAAAAAAAASY/1lefEuwOz3w/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkhfgSl66I/AAAAAAAAASY/1lefEuwOz3w/s400/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226745667667749794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First sight inside the courtyard of the Monastery, crowed by guests :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkhgAOE4yI/AAAAAAAAASg/X5lRtjx3MVE/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkhgAOE4yI/AAAAAAAAASg/X5lRtjx3MVE/s400/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226745676238742306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot of the Monastery and the mountain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkhgDejw2I/AAAAAAAAASo/EVzHdz5GPX0/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkhgDejw2I/AAAAAAAAASo/EVzHdz5GPX0/s400/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226745677113181026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the Left is the Church and on the right are some of the residents rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkhgXZon0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/7uhbw_GhonE/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkhgXZon0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/7uhbw_GhonE/s400/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226745682461237058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of the inside part of the Monastery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiIbOnXhI/AAAAAAAAATI/7EKjHEagjro/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiIbOnXhI/AAAAAAAAATI/7EKjHEagjro/s400/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226746370683526674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the paintings on the outside wals of the Church... the travelings of the Soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkjBvY-C1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/JZ-wIWceoW8/s1600-h/P7200386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkjBvY-C1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/JZ-wIWceoW8/s400/P7200386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226747355348208466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                 enjoying the calmness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiIEMt4ZI/AAAAAAAAATA/fIAeIu2CFb4/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiIEMt4ZI/AAAAAAAAATA/fIAeIu2CFb4/s400/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226746364501549458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and Nikko in front of a bush of roses, which are used not only for beauty, but also for preparing wonderful perfumes, liquors, sweets, rakia, etc... recommended to be tasted by a faithful fan of roses marmalade! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkilpA4KsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/LvSUWKDl7R0/s1600-h/P7200383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkilpA4KsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/LvSUWKDl7R0/s400/P7200383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226746872600210114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                               An angel and a monk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIknoYdFj8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Yp_0ubAzHQU/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIknoYdFj8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Yp_0ubAzHQU/s400/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226752417252872130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Back Door now in a reconstruction period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIknoJe66WI/AAAAAAAAAUw/32ncHVM8puk/s1600-h/DSC00104_eden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIknoJe66WI/AAAAAAAAAUw/32ncHVM8puk/s400/DSC00104_eden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226752413234030946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the bridge of the back door... behind is the fire truck.. i wished so much to be a fireirl when i was a kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkg3zU-WXI/AAAAAAAAASA/hRfSKdXVAfw/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkg3zU-WXI/AAAAAAAAASA/hRfSKdXVAfw/s400/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226744985583245682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Back Door view and the charming fire truck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiIhxwFQI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lxUZQMQC0sU/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiIhxwFQI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lxUZQMQC0sU/s400/DSC00126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226746372441511170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the small church just  in front of the  cave of St. Ivan Rilski&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkjCF2wV4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/RQaeid-AWKY/s1600-h/P7200393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkjCF2wV4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/RQaeid-AWKY/s400/P7200393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226747361378719618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a pic of the rocks of the cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiIx-APGI/AAAAAAAAATY/YhGuXtmSYMA/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkiIx-APGI/AAAAAAAAATY/YhGuXtmSYMA/s400/DSC00136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226746376787868770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, happy after coming through the hole, pure and enlightened by the flash of the camera... O:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope You liked also the photo trip of Part II - The Rila Monastery Adventure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, the pure- souled Eden ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-244882263120325222?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/244882263120325222/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=244882263120325222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/244882263120325222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/244882263120325222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-bulgaria-part-ii-rila-monastery.html' title='A trip to Bulgaria - Part II, Rila Monastery'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIklK6f7LxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/h59Sk4fHUTA/s72-c/P7200369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5120720424573296171</id><published>2008-07-24T23:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:38:04.778+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun and Travels'/><title type='text'>A trip to Bulgaria - Part I, Veliko Tarnovo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkLqO4Z1UI/AAAAAAAAARg/vAqCJMCE2GQ/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkLqO4Z1UI/AAAAAAAAARg/vAqCJMCE2GQ/s400/DSC00067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226721662717252930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 The Great Fortress of Veliko Tarnovo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here again, finally! And i missed all of You!&lt;br /&gt;The Last few days a friend of mine arrived to BG for his vacation from FR and i was pretending to be His guiding girl in our trips to different places in BG. So, we succeeded to visit in 3 days Veliko Tarnovo, the Rila Monastery and Plovdiv and it was great! I dont really remember when was the last time i traveled  so much withing 3 days in Bulgarian territories! So, as my brother said: "Thank You, Nikko, for coming to Bulgaria and through You me also to visit those wonderful paces again, after so many years!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be devoted to out trip to Veliko Tarnovo... Enjoy our photo trip! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkLqopai2I/AAAAAAAAARo/OgVFRSqqph8/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkLqopai2I/AAAAAAAAARo/OgVFRSqqph8/s400/DSC00069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226721669633706850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                this is a girl with a piece of Eden flowers in front of the front gates of the fortress in Veliko Tarnovo, which was a capital of the Second Bulgarian Empire since 1186 a. C. till 1393 a. C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKll9D8AI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Bja9rkJtAbw/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKll9D8AI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Bja9rkJtAbw/s400/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226720483499831298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the old town of Tarnovo, which You can see from the battle towers of the fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKlQCXeXI/AAAAAAAAARI/e06LzuQmMWU/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKlQCXeXI/AAAAAAAAARI/e06LzuQmMWU/s400/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226720477616503154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was used as a "Place of executions" for crimes against the Tsar, the Country, for betraying and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKla6johI/AAAAAAAAARA/OWfYU5bunec/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKla6johI/AAAAAAAAARA/OWfYU5bunec/s400/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226720480536535570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the custom says - there was a Church on the highest place of every Bulgarian medieval city....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKlBu3-OI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tK01KVwFygg/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKlBu3-OI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tK01KVwFygg/s400/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226720473776650466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous "Tower of Balduin", where the poor crusader spent the rest of His unfortunate life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKlgCTCUI/AAAAAAAAARY/M2vORPvR8Hg/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKlgCTCUI/AAAAAAAAARY/M2vORPvR8Hg/s400/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226720481911179586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a sight from the northern gates of the fortress, showing us the beautiful river Jantra, curving elegantly around the walls and also the Church, where You can find the Pillar of Khan Omurtag and its inscription, which i am here now quoting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...Even if a man lives well, he dies and another one comes into existence. Let the one who comes later upon seeing this inscription remember the one who had made it. And the name is Omurtag, Kanasubigi..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKCvWqQJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zP_4lWne_cs/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKCvWqQJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zP_4lWne_cs/s400/DSC00094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226719884727697554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and Nikko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKDDoR_DI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UzE4nyCuyhA/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKDDoR_DI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UzE4nyCuyhA/s400/DSC00092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226719890170313778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKCTUADnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i0JQYh8i6UY/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKCTUADnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i0JQYh8i6UY/s400/DSC00100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226719877200350834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a monument in old town of the Great Tarnovo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKCawv7JI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/dDNKC-dc6N4/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkKCawv7JI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/dDNKC-dc6N4/s400/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226719879199976594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a sight of the old town and the sweet houses, built up in that unique stairs like way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope You liked them.... :)&lt;br /&gt;And i wish You next time you to show me pics from there, cause it is quite a pleasing and unexplainable feeling, when You go there and step to the paths people used hundreds and thousands years ago....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5120720424573296171?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5120720424573296171/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5120720424573296171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5120720424573296171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5120720424573296171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-bulgaria-part-i-veliko-tarnovo.html' title='A trip to Bulgaria - Part I, Veliko Tarnovo'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SIkLqO4Z1UI/AAAAAAAAARg/vAqCJMCE2GQ/s72-c/DSC00067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-8945291981570372462</id><published>2008-07-16T03:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T04:13:45.185+03:00</updated><title type='text'>student no more...</title><content type='html'>yes, sadly but fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the defending of my thesis "Administration of Ministry of Justice" in my Second major, Public Administration... After my exam of italian passed on sunday, today (or yesterday) i was almost in despair.. i had a thesis, written by me for about a weekend one year ago, with not perfectly updated legislative content, with a not excellent recension, with a brain, boiled in the summer heat.... and after 3 hours waiting for the Faculty and Academic councils to fulfill their job, finally was given the opportunity to defend my thesis... ok... partially.. cause with the huge amount of pages and the last days news on the EU critics about the Juridical system in BG, all the three of the Examining Committee were asking me about that..and i defended myself, not my thesis, saying that i cant comment hypothetical EU reports or articles in newspapers..  So, they said - ok then, You are into the system- tell us.. and i just flooded them into what have seen during my internships...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the result was that i have 6 for the state exam and i am graduating with 5.81/6 my second major! Higher than my first one! Such a shame! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Examining Committee announced me their decision about my thesis, the Professors said that they had no argue about my esteem, wished me luck and with one signature my status studendi was terminated and cut off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the ending of 18 years of studying... This is all i have done in my life... this is all i know how to do... This is in what i am best...  *pouts*  weird is this feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go abroad, study more, maybe another mastership, or PhD... but how? Sometimes i wonder if i am worthy indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-8945291981570372462?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/8945291981570372462/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=8945291981570372462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/8945291981570372462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/8945291981570372462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/07/student-no-more.html' title='student no more...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-4349080927921656760</id><published>2008-07-14T00:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:51:13.494+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross fingers!!! And pray! For me!</title><content type='html'>Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;my thesis defending is on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah... i am trying to do the resume of my thesis... it is hard :(&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;I can understand that it is yes&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;I wish you strength and courage &lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;thank you :)&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;some inspiration wont be bad too &lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;the thesis muse must be around&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;hope so...&lt;br /&gt;Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe taking a nap  ;)&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;well the ideal is to rest well before&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;I've never been able to manage that though&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;i was talking about the muse...that maybe she is taking a nap at the moment&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles.. neither did i!&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe ok I see &lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;we have to make some noise to wake the muse up&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;how long does your defending last?&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;usually, when  a lot of people defend.. it takes them 4-5 minutes&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;but this time i will be the only one..&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;  ok I understand the problem&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;and what is it?&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;it will take more than 5 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's a problem for you though&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;well....&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of probs...&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;1st..the topic of my thesis is very stupid&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;2nd. my scientific adviser advised me nothing, so, my thesis has to thesis given, no aims, no final opinion..nothing.. it is like a book..&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;3. i wrote it one year ago and not only that i dont remember what i wrote about, but also 80%of my thesis is..retelling laws.. and laws are now changed..but not in my thesis..&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;4.tomorrow the recension will be ready..&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;and i hope he/she won't notice my mistakes and will be good with me and my thesis..but if not?&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;5. today was my exam in italian and i still have no ready resume, which i have to know for tuesday, and besides.... i have 100 pages for to learn the structures and function of the administration of Ministry of Justice and all the changes since 1878 till now...&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;taking a nap was not that a good advice maybe&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;6. the big problem is..what will they ask? what if i dont remember it?&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;i already took a nap &lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;you're fresh and ready now!&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;and the muse will come in the end&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;i am going for ice cream &lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;you know..... ice cream helps for everything..&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;I know! you taught me&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;thinking of it...i have to add this to the list for the ice cream cure...&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice cream- brings the thesis muse around  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;sure it does&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;*blushes..did i?&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;that's proven&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, here still not &lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;but...................... i trust the thesis for the ice cream...&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;see, it is already working... one day i could write a thesis for the ice cream as an universal cure..&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt; :)))))&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;the muse is already knocking at the door&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;i am running out for the ice cream before she is gone :P&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt; Eden says:&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;br /&gt;CliVit says:&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-4349080927921656760?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/4349080927921656760/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=4349080927921656760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/4349080927921656760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/4349080927921656760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/07/cross-fingers-and-pray-for-me.html' title='Cross fingers!!! And pray! For me!'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-624122938479282963</id><published>2008-07-07T20:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:50:32.093+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave  Canem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SHJXJj4Q2EI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uSDyHlFcUgU/s1600-h/cavecanem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SHJXJj4Q2EI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uSDyHlFcUgU/s400/cavecanem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220330739837491266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or... let's plan together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden,&lt;br /&gt;the exhausted bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-624122938479282963?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/624122938479282963/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=624122938479282963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/624122938479282963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/624122938479282963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/07/cave-canem.html' title='Cave  Canem!'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SHJXJj4Q2EI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uSDyHlFcUgU/s72-c/cavecanem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-1280349336390436419</id><published>2008-07-03T15:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:36:29.920+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/9wr_i3Y9_c4" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/9wr_i3Y9_c4" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, on 3rd July 1971 Jim Morrison was found dead in his bath tube, in a hotel room in Paris... Jim est mort...&lt;br /&gt;But years after that we, the lizard king followers, we still remember Him, listen to His music and feel His undying magic..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-1280349336390436419?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/1280349336390436419/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=1280349336390436419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1280349336390436419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1280349336390436419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/07/doors-ghost-song.html' title='Jim...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-1023695512883780155</id><published>2008-07-03T04:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:08:54.200+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frames - Falling Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/AGJ8dY_IcgE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/AGJ8dY_IcgE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song was a very important part of a nice movie i saw few monts ago thanks to Oggi and His Irish friend...&lt;br /&gt;By a chance i found it an i am sharing it with You, also recommending the movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the best choice for not famous musicians, who are inspired  and  learn to believe...   :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-1023695512883780155?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/1023695512883780155/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=1023695512883780155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1023695512883780155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1023695512883780155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/07/frames-falling-slowly.html' title='The Frames - Falling Slowly'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3456388274536950271</id><published>2008-07-01T21:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:11:31.006+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy/lazy'/><title type='text'>lazy summer thoughts over the sticking to the Law...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.3pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first thing that a girl learns when she reaches second year at the law school or university, is all is different, quite different from the sophisticated, tender and inspiring words of the spirit of law and virtues and honour…I Everything that a girl knows, everything that a girl has been taught loses its purpose, its meaning. The patient lessons of our professors fade away, replaced by the harsh new reality and the mere need of surviving by being disobedient, not quite sophisticated and pleasing not inside… And everything is changed, save for one – the general principles of law, which seem to be universal, no matter which preambule you are reading and which country you are inhabiting…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.3pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is an old wisdom said by an ancient wage – &lt;i style=""&gt;ius est ars boni et aequi&lt;/i&gt; (the law is an art of beauty and virtue).. And it is really so.. The principles of law, perfect in their aim, are really a wonder, created by ideal minds for ideal conditions. And if we were ideal, the world of the Earth would have been a better place to live…and more boring.. Because the Laws are logical and rational, but applied over irrational individuals with illogical behaviour. This is the reason that a law is just a frame of acting, but it cant stop anyone from doing better or worse, or at least to follow the limits given… And in there is hidden the charm of the surprise, the countless nuances of the gray between the two pillars of humanity – the Black and the White. And we are those, who create the variety, by making choices – how to stick to the Law.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.3pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But sticking to the Law, to a given order or to a settled restriction also needs to know it. You cant follow a law which You don’t know. It is true that &lt;i style=""&gt;ignorantia legis neminem excusat,&lt;/i&gt; but this is where forgiveness appears, and mercy. For the purposes of laws are different – not only to create a frame to be followed and thus to give a freedom that not offend someone else’s freedom, and so – all to be partially restricted in our freedom at the sake of the mutual wellbeing – but also&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- to remind people in advance – what would be happened to them if they cant respect the others – this is the general prevention that excuses no one, but also saves our heads not to be served on a plate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.3pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the fathers of the ancient greek theories of “Crime and punishment” is Aristotelis, who says that it is not wrong an ignorant to make a mistake, to break a law, but it is wrong not to be punished, for he will never learn what is the correct and by not being punished, he will never reach the calocagatia – the mixture of physical and mental beauty in one. So, it is not only a right, but even a human duty of society to punish the offender of the Law – for his own good. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.3pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ancient romans based their Law system after the idea – &lt;i style=""&gt;errare humanum est- &lt;/i&gt;and people quote it even today, but many of them forget how it continues – &lt;i style=""&gt;sed perseverare diabolicum est&lt;/i&gt;.. And it is really so true. Because everyone mistakes and only the guidance of the wiser in patience and restrictions can lead the girl to the paths of perfection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden, the hottest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.3pt;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-3456388274536950271?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3456388274536950271/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3456388274536950271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3456388274536950271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3456388274536950271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-summer-thoguhts-over-sticking-to.html' title='lazy summer thoughts over the sticking to the Law...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3920724580533814577</id><published>2008-07-01T02:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:24:59.807+03:00</updated><title type='text'>July Morning - Uriah Heep (Including Live in Japan 1973)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JhgW-u7A98g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JhgW-u7A98g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy July Morning, childern of the flowers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished i could meet the rising sun at the seaside... of this first July morning... but i will heard the sound of the first bird singing here, in the valley of Sofia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day i will !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy kisses, &lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-3920724580533814577?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3920724580533814577/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3920724580533814577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3920724580533814577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3920724580533814577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-morning-uriah-heep-including-live.html' title='July Morning - Uriah Heep (Including Live in Japan 1973)'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-8270041386188350280</id><published>2008-06-30T23:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:50:07.777+03:00</updated><title type='text'>final research</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-8270041386188350280?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/8270041386188350280/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=8270041386188350280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/8270041386188350280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/8270041386188350280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-research.html' title='final research'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-2936010994059981239</id><published>2008-06-30T03:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:27:24.302+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of 1991 or the return of the Rainbow Brite?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp13bHWMvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ryJfN_U-dac/s1600-h/rainbow_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp13bHWMvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ryJfN_U-dac/s400/rainbow_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218112713293968114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave cartoon ever! :)))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp2GI8X0YI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DMOZjeRbLKE/s1600-h/rainbowbrite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp2GI8X0YI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DMOZjeRbLKE/s400/rainbowbrite1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218112966114136450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the huge family of rainbow kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp11-9aFtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0ZBFZjw5hfU/s1600-h/rainbow5bh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp11-9aFtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0ZBFZjw5hfU/s400/rainbow5bh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218112688556218066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;traveling not on the rainbow road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp14vQbkWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NYxSbtzI5Fw/s1600-h/RainbowBriteStarlitepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp14vQbkWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NYxSbtzI5Fw/s400/RainbowBriteStarlitepic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218112735880647010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here she is - a tiny rainbow amazon on a magical rainbow pony ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp15SvKCdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zX0_Co8OuPs/s1600-h/19915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp15SvKCdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zX0_Co8OuPs/s400/19915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218112745404762578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a modern..or perv version of rainbow Brite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp16CD8kUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cKLNLdyt0e4/s1600-h/1168369556_b903430054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp16CD8kUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cKLNLdyt0e4/s400/1168369556_b903430054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218112758108426562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp2GaI0EAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mpgL0TnGER0/s1600-h/image_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp2GaI0EAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mpgL0TnGER0/s400/image_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218112970729721858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rainbow Stockings?----&gt; Wanted 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, rainbow Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-2936010994059981239?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/2936010994059981239/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=2936010994059981239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2936010994059981239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2936010994059981239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-of-1991-or-return-of-rainbow.html' title='Summer of 1991 or the return of the Rainbow Brite?'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGp13bHWMvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ryJfN_U-dac/s72-c/rainbow_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-556848537701651544</id><published>2008-06-28T23:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:51:51.655+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEx and the City - a fairy-tale for friendships and....</title><content type='html'>:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-556848537701651544?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/556848537701651544/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=556848537701651544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/556848537701651544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/556848537701651544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city-fairy-tale-for-friendships.html' title='SEx and the City - a fairy-tale for friendships and....'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-4486680417229172947</id><published>2008-06-28T23:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:52:22.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the summer of 1992</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-4486680417229172947?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/4486680417229172947/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=4486680417229172947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/4486680417229172947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/4486680417229172947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city-fairy-tale-for-friendship.html' title='the summer of 1992'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5118622360658121623</id><published>2008-06-27T21:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:13:35.405+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel you - depeche mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9tEcrq6MUjQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9tEcrq6MUjQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a wonderful song which i like since the summer of 1992...&lt;br /&gt;Among the boldest memories of my childhood is the summer of 1992..  believe me or not, this was the summer when i have been the happiest creature in world... So much memories flow along, listening to this song, watching the video...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5118622360658121623?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5118622360658121623/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5118622360658121623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5118622360658121623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5118622360658121623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-you-depeche-mode.html' title='I feel you - depeche mode'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-869438675243469291</id><published>2008-06-24T01:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:44:24.098+03:00</updated><title type='text'>a charming smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGAqz-UztEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/r0MLjtfeVNo/s1600-h/6328625994815640acdf90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGAqz-UztEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/r0MLjtfeVNo/s400/6328625994815640acdf90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215215440887002178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, after looking over the sites with charming braces info&amp;amp;stuff, i met this wonderful small indeed, but still wonderful, cute pic, exposing my radiant smile...&lt;br /&gt;am i not amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only not correct here is the blond hair...&lt;br /&gt;still green i prefer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who knows? *winking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are closing, heavy... today i finished my research for Latvia and sent it to the prof, supervising our legislative research, so...tomorrow Belgium left only... cross fingers to remember my French ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet, delicious dreams... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-869438675243469291?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/869438675243469291/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=869438675243469291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/869438675243469291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/869438675243469291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/06/charming-smile.html' title='a charming smile'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SGAqz-UztEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/r0MLjtfeVNo/s72-c/6328625994815640acdf90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5406622327858649892</id><published>2008-06-19T15:58:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:55:11.129+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election Law System'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parliament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adrenaline'/><title type='text'>Presentation at the Parliament</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are You? Hope everything is fine there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those crazy days, which fill our existence with adrenaline.. And nott hat i am complaining, but my head is aching badly, probably - from the suspension ;)&lt;br /&gt;I short... today was the presentation of our legislative project, called "Comparative Law Research over the Election Law Regulations in European Union, Switzerland and the USA", where me and 11 more guys from the Parliamentary students' internship program rushed out 29 countries and their election law systems...&lt;br /&gt;The Scientific supervisor was the famous sociologist Mira Janova and actually today, instead of us, she and her assistant made the presentation... We were only observers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strange, i admit, to hear our tables to be retell in this way... And i was strangely nervous. But also felt like a TV star, cause there were cameras, journalists, photographers, deputies... You can watch me on the TV news tonight ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were introduced to one- two deputies, who quite politely said "Thank You, guys! Great job!" and it was great! I personally printed the first edition in its 333 pages and i swear it can be used for self protection if someone tries to kidnap You in the night.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strange.. somehow the pro bono work there, the nights, spent in researching and translating.. and the words of those people, saying- it is a huge work, we really thank you for it, cause it will help us a lot! - i felt content..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides this is my second official publication :)&lt;br /&gt;The other colleagues of mine were joking that we could dig in some more into this research and use it for our PHD thesis :D Which is not that bad idea! If one could be offered a phd.... I want it :) But... i doubt i have any chance anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. my 4 countries were Bulgaria, Italy, Malta and Romania.. If ever anyone of You need any kind of information about the election law system in those four countries, you know how to find me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop showing off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the presentation i went back to the other building of the Parliament, had a huge lunch (of the "parliament kjufteta:DDD") and went up to finish my research on the Public- private partnershipin Latvia (PPP), part of the last research - PPP. I already made it for France and Romania, almost finishing Latvia and hoping to do something with Belgium :) I also had to research for Italy, but since i couldnt find much in English and my italian is still not that good for to translate from italian... this country was given to an italian speaking colleague :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Italian... Since i am attending my practice to the Prosecutor, whom i gently call "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dominus litis" &lt;/span&gt;, for He owns me these days to serev Him well, the studying over italian classes is the lastthing i am even thinking of... which is bad, i know... but i hope after internships and practices re over..i will have some lazy days at the seaside, where i would be able to devote my whole attention on collecting sunshines, tan and Italian... language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better leave now, cause my head is about to explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft kisses and gentle hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5406622327858649892?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5406622327858649892/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5406622327858649892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5406622327858649892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5406622327858649892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/06/presentation-at-parliament.html' title='Presentation at the Parliament'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5044932136049076613</id><published>2008-06-18T14:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:49:20.675+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautyland?</title><content type='html'>Hello, Everyone ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days ago a friend of mine, coming from the beautiful Sardegna, asked me if all Bulgarian beauties are looking like me ;) And, so, i answered Him that we are all different in colours and tempers, because we are mixing here, on the Balkan peninsula, for more than 1300 years...&lt;br /&gt;But today i read an article, pasted on the comments by my sweet Mish, so i am just letting You read it not only because it is coming along with my own oinion, but also because it is an inteersting point of view.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses, Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Countries With The Most Beautiful Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some of you may have read my article on cities with the most beautiful women, this however is about the countries with the most beautiful women. It's always possible to find a city with beautiful women in a land of not-so-amazingly beautiful women. These places on the other hand, are entire countries with beautiful women.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 10. &lt;a href="http://www.travelersdigest.com/denmark.htm"&gt;Denmark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I've been to Denmark many times, &amp;amp; I can say that I've not found anything  rotten there to date. And definitely not the women, the women here are as  striking as they come. A lot like their Swedish neighbours, the women of Denmark  are remarkable in their beauty &amp;amp; their charm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 9. &lt;a href="http://www.travelersdigest.com/netherlands.htm"&gt;Netherlands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Dutch girls have to be some of the world's most amazing. Sure I'm only  ranking the country as number nine, which is good when you take into account how  many nations there are on this earth. But this list is only taking beauty into  consideration, Dutch women have more than that, they're complete, they're  incredible, they're the kind of girls who hang out drinking wine in the park  with you randomly philosophizing, &amp;amp; they're also the kind of girls who will  makeout with you in that same very park. (If they like you of course, this is  not a poor country, it's about who you are, the girls here aren't impressed by  status or anything like that.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 8. &lt;a href="http://www.travelersdigest.com/estonia.htm"&gt;Estonia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ahh &amp;amp; now the Eastern European countries come into play. Estonia is a very  small country, &amp;amp; seemingly insignificant, but it's astonishing if only because  of the girls. Beautiful they are, you can find some of the world's best looking  women in any nightclub in Tallinn's Old Town, on any day of the week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 7. &lt;a href="http://www.travelersdigest.com/ukraine.htm"&gt;Ukraine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The Black Sea coast of the Ukraine is world famous for gorgeous girls in  scantily clad bathing suits. And rightly so, but more so than that the entire  country is filled to the brims with beautiful women. From Odessa to Kiev, the  Ukraine beauty.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 6. &lt;a href="http://www.travelersdigest.com/belarus.htm"&gt;Belarus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It's often been said that Eastern Europe is the valley of beautiful women, &amp;amp;  in that context Belarus is one of the more fertile spots. Sure the country may  be drab, dreary, &amp;amp; socialist architecture reigns supreme, but the women are to  die for. They manage to turn this country from extremely boring, to a place you  never want to leave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 5. &lt;a href="http://www.travelersdigest.com/latvia.htm"&gt;Latvia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Where I sit as of the time I write this article. Latvia is just wondrous.  This little Baltic nation, such a small country, with hardly no international  fame or reputation, is home to some of the world's most beautiful girls hands  down. Drop-dead beauties roam the streets, &amp;amp; they're friendly too, can't beat  that now can you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 4. &lt;a href="http://www.travelersdigest.com/bulgaria.htm"&gt;Bulgaria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Bulgaria may as well change its name to "Beautyland" as it is a proverbial  theme park of beautiful women. Everything from dark hair to light, &amp;amp; from bright  eyes to well brighter eyes. Bulgaria is filled with amazing women all the way  from the mountainous region of the capital Sofia to the beautiful beaches on the  Black Sea coast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 3. &lt;a href="http://www.travelersdigest.com/russia.htm"&gt;Russia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This list has pretty much read out as an Eastern European geography lesson,  &amp;amp; with good reason. Slavic women are the most beautiful overall in the world, &amp;amp;  Russia is the big leagues as far as Eastern Europe goes. The women here are not  only beautiful, they're seductive. With one glance they can capture your heart,  they look at you as if they know they could do anything in the world &amp;amp; you'd  like it, &amp;amp; basically that's true.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 2. &lt;a href="http://www.travelersdigest.com/argentina.htm"&gt;Argentina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Argentina is definitely the cream of the crop as far as Latin America, well  really as far as the whole Western Hemisphere goes. Argentineans, specifically  those of Buenos Aires are a people made up mostly of Italian migrants from the  19th &amp;amp; early 20th century, but I must say that they must have been migrants from  Milan all with super model genes, because the people here are stunning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1. &lt;a href="http://www.travelersdigest.com/sweden.htm"&gt;Sweden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Of course Sweden lands at the number one spot. How could it not, it's Sweden  for goodness sake! The women here are so ridiculously beautiful that it's hard  to breathe sometimes when in their presence. Blond hair, &amp;amp; bright eyes,  personalities that are beautiful to match, what more could anyone ever ask for?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt; &lt;b&gt;*Article written in whole by Dakota Smith.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5044932136049076613?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.travelersdigest.com/countries_beautiful_women.htm' title='Beautyland?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5044932136049076613/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5044932136049076613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5044932136049076613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5044932136049076613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautyland.html' title='Beautyland?'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-4656715549566971203</id><published>2008-06-17T00:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:48:38.763+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Green grass, green peace, green hair,,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SFbfpWLh5vI/AAAAAAAAANw/wbVWlZYv7bc/s1600-h/greenhaired.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SFbfpWLh5vI/AAAAAAAAANw/wbVWlZYv7bc/s400/greenhaired.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212599520149497586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of green things, here i am... how do You find me?&lt;br /&gt;Do i look like an elf? Or a genie? or a fairy? or a wood nymph or a dryad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just like Your Eden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&amp;amp;hugs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,  green haired Eden, buried in papers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-4656715549566971203?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/4656715549566971203/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=4656715549566971203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/4656715549566971203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/4656715549566971203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/06/green-grass-green-peace-green-hair.html' title='Green grass, green peace, green hair,,,,'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SFbfpWLh5vI/AAAAAAAAANw/wbVWlZYv7bc/s72-c/greenhaired.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6663726558432044282</id><published>2008-06-06T16:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:29:03.840+03:00</updated><title type='text'>##$^$%&amp;$*&amp;%$*I^%(I^%$#@@$#@^ Summer Storms...</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in safe at my home and observing the power of Nature....&lt;br /&gt;I wont even try to describe what the current summer storm is now... It is amazing, and scary! I hardly reached home, running under my umbrella through the rivers that are now the former streets and boulevards... It is fucking crazy! It is not a storm, it is a hurricane and it is beatiing the ground for about 45 minutes so far now... It wasnt a rain, but icicles falling down even, and wind, and trees dancing around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, while i was standing under the tree, holding my bag and umbrella, shivering, swimming into my shoes, with jeans, wet till my knees, trying to catch a taxi, i felt really scared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How small we are.. indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, dripping Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6663726558432044282?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6663726558432044282/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6663726558432044282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6663726558432044282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6663726558432044282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-storms.html' title='##$^$%&amp;$*&amp;%$*I^%(I^%$#@@$#@^ Summer Storms...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-2294056907637435684</id><published>2008-05-31T23:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T01:21:58.639+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Afitos in Halkidiki fun&amp;beauties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHMggRCjZI/AAAAAAAAANI/aHiyVcnS7GY/s1600-h/adicutws2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHMggRCjZI/AAAAAAAAANI/aHiyVcnS7GY/s400/adicutws2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206667503006289298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the beauties in Afitos on Halkidiki, GR :) where i spent some nice time during the long Easter vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have a chance to practice my English there, cause most of the people there were from Bulgaria, and besides there were a lot of Greeks from the Macedonian parts of GR, with whom we were speaking in.... :)  well- we in BG, they- in MC ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing- in the days between 1st and 6th May, beyond any doubt, at least North Greece was Bulgarian territory :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLRAHHFoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0OODpREwQ8I/s1600-h/P1000505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLRAHHFoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0OODpREwQ8I/s400/P1000505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206666137165043330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a nice shot, made by Oggi, and the fave palms in a secret combination with "multibluecoloured" sea ;) is this what Calomira was singing for? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLRr3DPFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/elrD63oTm38/s1600-h/P1000513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLRr3DPFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/elrD63oTm38/s400/P1000513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206666148908842066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here are some cute purple flowers and You all know how much i love purple flowers :) they just seduced me... and i didnt resist to join them into a photo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLSK1o88I/AAAAAAAAAMo/U3aPsBOBfdk/s1600-h/P1000514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLSK1o88I/AAAAAAAAAMo/U3aPsBOBfdk/s400/P1000514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206666157224424386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what about another secret combination? "Rouge et noir", mixed with the fascinating fond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLSnR6OLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fDZK_UJIS3I/s1600-h/P1000515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLSnR6OLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fDZK_UJIS3I/s400/P1000515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206666164859189426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one is even commenting my passion about the sea and how i t will always be deluring for my poor soul, which had the chance to be born under the powerful element of the water ...  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLqOloDUI/AAAAAAAAANA/eK4-CT_Vnk4/s1600-h/P1000517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLqOloDUI/AAAAAAAAANA/eK4-CT_Vnk4/s400/P1000517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206666570547858754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the result of mixing what is written upper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLQOAsB_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uWkuWSA4HTE/s1600-h/P1000494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHLQOAsB_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uWkuWSA4HTE/s400/P1000494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206666123716331506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect place for dinner, soft melody of tender waves and a dying sun, kissing gently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft smile, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-2294056907637435684?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/2294056907637435684/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=2294056907637435684&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2294056907637435684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2294056907637435684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/afitos-in-halkidiki-fun.html' title='Afitos in Halkidiki fun&amp;beauties'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHMggRCjZI/AAAAAAAAANI/aHiyVcnS7GY/s72-c/adicutws2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-7047219573128526166</id><published>2008-05-31T23:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:36:19.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cream- universal cure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHdQnSWRrI/AAAAAAAAANY/_W6s_YVBP1g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHdQnSWRrI/AAAAAAAAANY/_W6s_YVBP1g/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206685921710589618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) indeed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream is my best friend! And not only mine, but also Yours! Especially when chocolate is involved! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short list of what ice cream cures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Depressions (almost every kind)&lt;br /&gt;2. bad moods&lt;br /&gt;3. the conflict - to icecream or not to icecream&lt;br /&gt;4. bad news from doctors&lt;br /&gt;5. bad news from dentists&lt;br /&gt;6. bad news from court&lt;br /&gt;7. bad news from work&lt;br /&gt;8. bad news from boss&lt;br /&gt;9. bad news from university&lt;br /&gt;10. bad news after an exame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHdQ2oL9nI/AAAAAAAAANg/fQQeUZ_E-DY/s1600-h/cotton_ice_cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHdQ2oL9nI/AAAAAAAAANg/fQQeUZ_E-DY/s400/cotton_ice_cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206685925828720242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. He can be with You when You are alone&lt;br /&gt;12. Or to join You and Your half, being the always wanted 3rd party and even helping in building up a sweeter, much more delicious relationship&lt;br /&gt;13. Broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;14. Breaking a relationship with a bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;15. PMS&lt;br /&gt;16. AMS&lt;br /&gt;17. you dont need to wait till the morning for to see the old situation in a better light- with ice cream every situation looks to so bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;18. Ice cream is always there!&lt;br /&gt;19. In ever colour, taste and flavour!&lt;br /&gt;20. He will never hate You if You tell Him- I am breaking with You on coming Monday!&lt;br /&gt;21. He always understands!&lt;br /&gt;22. Removed wisdom teeth (for this- Thanks to Robi Caralis!)&lt;br /&gt;23. The taste of blood after removed wisdoms (for this - again thanks to Robi Caralis!)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;....and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHdRCIcS9I/AAAAAAAAANo/fp-CPxVDy9g/s1600-h/ice-cream-ck-226466-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHdRCIcS9I/AAAAAAAAANo/fp-CPxVDy9g/s400/ice-cream-ck-226466-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206685928916798418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if You know what else Ice cream cures or why Ice cream is Your best friend, please PM me or E-mail me, or just leave me a comment here and i will add Your suggestions to the list above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Your next lick! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden, licking up ice cream of yoghurt, cookies and chocolate ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-7047219573128526166?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/7047219573128526166/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=7047219573128526166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7047219573128526166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7047219573128526166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/icream-cure-for-every-prob.html' title='Ice cream- universal cure!'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SEHdQnSWRrI/AAAAAAAAANY/_W6s_YVBP1g/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-826838532625705718</id><published>2008-05-31T23:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T01:59:46.258+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalyptica - Toreador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/n7kfbs3Pkzg" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/n7kfbs3Pkzg" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Greetings with my fave song of Apocalyptica at the sake of their visit in Bulgaria and my "nonability"  to see them again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-826838532625705718?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/826838532625705718/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=826838532625705718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/826838532625705718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/826838532625705718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/apocalyptica-toreador.html' title='Apocalyptica - Toreador'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-2053136881485874902</id><published>2008-05-31T14:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:37:48.617+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal di testa</title><content type='html'>Salve! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came from my Italian classes and i am dying for just a pillow and a bed.. I dont know what is going on with me.. Is it from the drugs of the dentist, or the weather, or just a personal not quite good condition, but these days i feel like a rag, You know... Hardly stepping forward... Literary! :0 Something i did to my right hip joint and honestly i don't even remember what, but it hurts in every step:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have an awful "mal di testa", me! A person, who usually possesses a tough head,  wooden even ;), innate to every one, coming from la mia bella Sofia and the Land of S(h)op(h)ians :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it a lating "spring laziness"? who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those hundreds of tenses in Italian! Today we studied the next one... Imperfett conguintivo, which a kind of Trapassato congiuntivo... and which is something like not a tense, but a "modo" and i am realizing now, that i dont have even a tiny knowledge in the Bulgarian grammar rules! I know so much more in the grammars of the English, of the French, of the Italian even, compared with the Bulgarian one! A shame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was a lazy and slowly passing lesson... W made few quite long breaks with the guys of il mio gruppo italiano :) and we were discussing what to do on saturday evening, since we cant go to a disco, cause we have to wake up early in the morning (guess why)... and we decided to go and see the new movie of "Sex and the city", based on thefantastic series, which changed so much even my own life and point of view, the relations between my friends, the girls, the boyz, the sex........ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am going to vacuum the house and then- for a short (or not so short) nap ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will i finish my decisions of the court??? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, today is the concert of Apocalyptica in Kavarna, at the seaside, and guess who loves them and cant go and see them guess why ;) grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a la prossima...! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baci caldi, Eden O:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-2053136881485874902?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/2053136881485874902/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=2053136881485874902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2053136881485874902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2053136881485874902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/apocalyptica.html' title='Mal di testa'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6256390809898491144</id><published>2008-05-29T23:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:29:28.713+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Hello, Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Dentist Dr. Selar Fransis surprised me with the news that he is not going to remove only one of my wisdom teeth, but both of them (the 2 remaining - on my upper jaw, after two operations of the lower jaws wisdoms two years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he really did it, for about 2 minutes the last piece of wisdom was taken from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i went home, got naked, laid under the covers and fell into sleep for about 6 hours or so! I had so awful headache, as if my head was about to explode, i was spitting blood around and my jaws stiffened by the drugs... When i woke up, the first thing i saw was a pillow with blood on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time i had bruises on my cheek, coloured in every colour of the rainbow,  i hope- this time at least i wont be bruised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to go to bed, cause my head is pulsing awfully...&lt;br /&gt;Good night and cross fingers to resist my wish to drug myself with painkillers ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, wisdomless Eden ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6256390809898491144?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6256390809898491144/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6256390809898491144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6256390809898491144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6256390809898491144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-wisdom.html' title='Lost Wisdom'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-1488993716020619038</id><published>2008-05-28T23:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:50:57.781+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball Night</title><content type='html'>Today, 6 years ago, was the ball after my graduation in the high school...&lt;br /&gt;hearing the noises all around, echoing in Sofia, it is impossible not to remember one of the happiest moments in my life- the Night of My Ball, when i was the princess, owning around..&lt;br /&gt;We we screaming, we were counting, we were crazy and full of happiness, rejoicing the end of the school days and the beginning of the new life, not knowing where we will go, but full of confidence and energy, and hope, innate in youth only! I am looking at the pictures from the old albums  and i see the care-free eyes looking from the pictures... Will i ever forget this night? Impossible. It was my first and most happiest moment in life... and the memories make me smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-1488993716020619038?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/1488993716020619038/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=1488993716020619038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1488993716020619038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1488993716020619038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/ball-night.html' title='Ball Night'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6574165092253268365</id><published>2008-05-27T02:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T03:43:07.636+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem for a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/e2Ma4BvMUwU" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/e2Ma4BvMUwU" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good thing in the dreams is that not always they turn into reality and that keep us continue, step by step...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a seed, but it never felt the kisses of the sun and the embrace of the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a flower, lost its roots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a short lasting beauty...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SDtZB0HupCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oGpPtfyOUbM/s1600-h/flower_is_scorched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SDtZB0HupCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oGpPtfyOUbM/s200/flower_is_scorched.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204851682062541858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a flower, scorched...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;лека нощ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not Yours, Eden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6574165092253268365?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6574165092253268365/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6574165092253268365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6574165092253268365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6574165092253268365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/requiem-for-dream.html' title='Requiem for a dream'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SDtZB0HupCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oGpPtfyOUbM/s72-c/flower_is_scorched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6321353801580728637</id><published>2008-05-26T20:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:42:35.515+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of a Flava Coma and a Sattion</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt class="letterText"&gt; Леко залитащата фигурка, едва открояваща се сред тъмния фон с черните&lt;br /&gt;си дрехи, все повече и повече се отдалечавяше от осветената дискотека.&lt;br /&gt;Само далечният шум от музиката още достигаше до нея. Тя вървеше в&lt;br /&gt;тъмното, боса, с разрошени от вятъра коси, представляващи един вълнист,&lt;br /&gt;медно- червен облак, ограждащ бялото й лице и само леко треперещите й&lt;br /&gt;рамене подсказваха, че плаче.  Погледът й се губеше в незнайното, отвъд&lt;br /&gt;тъмносинята линия на далечния хоризонт. Жената вървеше, без да вижда,&lt;br /&gt;като мокрият пясък и нежният допир на тихите, спокойни вълни бяха&lt;br /&gt;единствените, които ставаха свидетели на нейната слабост.&lt;br /&gt;Току що се бе скарала с приятеля си и го бе оставила полупиян сред&lt;br /&gt;компанията им в дискотеката, заровил глава сред безбройните малки,&lt;br /&gt;празни чашки, представлявали някога текила. Вечерта бе толкова&lt;br /&gt;приятна…За пореден път след “мъжко” състезание по надпиване с текили тя&lt;br /&gt;бе победила всичките си съперници и съпернички на масата, които не&lt;br /&gt;издържаха на нейните 15 “лимонени целувки”, както ги наричаха. Никой не&lt;br /&gt;вярваше, че тя бе успяла. И все пак си спечели баса, който&lt;br /&gt;представляваше 15 пъти спускане по водната пързалка. След като всичките&lt;br /&gt;се бяха развеселили от алкохола и хубавата музика, кънтяща в ушите им,&lt;br /&gt;се отправиха заедно към един от дансингите, които бе в морето до&lt;br /&gt;глезените и танците в него бяха влудяващи. Тя издърпа приятеля си,&lt;br /&gt;който обаче бе с наранено самолюбие поради факта, че това момиченце,&lt;br /&gt;което едва ли достигаше 168 см и тежащо не повече от 50 килограма, го&lt;br /&gt;бе победило за пореден път в една чисто мъжка игра. Все показваше, че е&lt;br /&gt;по- добра от него. Много се дразнеше от  навика й да не обръща никакво&lt;br /&gt;внимание на неговите предложения, а все да прави, каквото тя сама реши.&lt;br /&gt;Не само не се съобразяваше с желанията му, ами и все се държеше&lt;br /&gt;покровителствено с него, като все му казваше, че й е ясно, какво има&lt;br /&gt;предвид, но в случая е по- добре да се направи иначе. И тя бе човек,&lt;br /&gt;значи и тя правеше грешки, но ето, че до сега все се оказваше права.&lt;br /&gt;Това изключително много го дразнеше, защото обичаше да се прави&lt;br /&gt;неговото. И по най- лекомислен начин я принуждаваше със сила да прави&lt;br /&gt;неща, които знаеше, че мрази. И ето сега, още един път щеше да&lt;br /&gt;демонстрира колко по- добра е с танците си.&lt;br /&gt;Развеселена, с подканваща усмивка, тя започна да танцува около него,&lt;br /&gt;като накара всички мъже наоколо да му завидят, но той не забелязваше&lt;br /&gt;това. През цялото време си мислеше, как да я накара да страда, защото&lt;br /&gt;го заслужаваше кучката! Не беше честно все тя да излиза права! Бе&lt;br /&gt;толкова прекрасна в черните, прилепнали дрехи и хвърчащата, топирана&lt;br /&gt;коса, но бе твърдоглава. Трябваше да й се покаже, че трябва да уважава&lt;br /&gt;другите! Сега, като я гледаше как извива тялото си в ритъма на танца и&lt;br /&gt;израз на блаженство се изписва по лицето й, по което играеха сенките и&lt;br /&gt;светлините, той разбра. В този момент тя бе толкова открита и&lt;br /&gt;беззащитна пред него- сега бе моментът да я накара да страда. Дръпна я&lt;br /&gt;за косата и брутално започна да я целува, като бе извил ръцете й зад&lt;br /&gt;гърба. Това я стресна и тя извика от болка. Погледна го с неразбиращи&lt;br /&gt;очи и се изплаши от това, което откри в сините късове лед,&lt;br /&gt;представляващи неговите очи. Тя се опита да се измъкне от ръцете му, а&lt;br /&gt;той, напълно подвластен на алкохола, я разтресе с всичка сила. Техните&lt;br /&gt;приятели, които танцуваха наоколо, забелязаха, какво става и се опитаха&lt;br /&gt;да ги успокоят. Но тогава той избесня и какъвто си беше висок и силен,&lt;br /&gt;с мощен удар повали най- добрия си приятел. След това я стисна за&lt;br /&gt;лакътя, изви едната й ръка и я повлече към масата. Бутна я в един от&lt;br /&gt;столовете, дръпна косата й назад и, като взе една бутлка с неизвестен&lt;br /&gt;алкохол, започна да я излива в устата й насила. Тя не можеше да&lt;br /&gt;помръдне и започна да се дави и задушава в ужаса. Усети, как всичко&lt;br /&gt;наоколо започна да се слива в едно, изгуби чувстителността си и сякаш&lt;br /&gt;се парализира. Чувстваше, как умира. В този момент приятелите им й се&lt;br /&gt;притекоха на помощ и тя остана да лежи в стола, като безпомощно се&lt;br /&gt;опитваше да си поеме въздух. Нищо не виждаше, а само отдалеч дочуваше&lt;br /&gt;незнайни гласове, но не ги разбираше.&lt;br /&gt;След известно време, някак посъвзета, тя надигна глава и отвори очи.&lt;br /&gt;Музиката продължаваше да оглушава всичко наоколо, светлините примамливо&lt;br /&gt;осветяваха танцуващите хора. Тя се огледа наоколо. Срещна загрижените&lt;br /&gt;погледи на някои от приятелите им. Той седеше на един стол, като бе&lt;br /&gt;поставил главата и ръцете си на масата.&lt;br /&gt;-Как си?- попита я някой? Но тя не обърна внимание.&lt;br /&gt;-Какво става? Как е той? Добре ли е?- Тя стана рязко и бързо, залитаща,&lt;br /&gt;отде при него, наведе се и го повика по име. Той не отговори.&lt;br /&gt;-Спи, не се безпокой-бе отговорът на питащите й, притеснени очи.-Утре&lt;br /&gt;ще е по- добре. Както и ти. Не му се сърди. Той не знаеше, какво прави.&lt;br /&gt;-Знам-съвсем тихо каза тя.-Аз ще се прибера. Нали ще се погрижите за&lt;br /&gt;него?&lt;br /&gt;-Ако искаш, ще те изпратим с някой…&lt;br /&gt;-Не-прекъсна го тя-Сама ще се прибера. Има нъжда да остана за малко&lt;br /&gt;сама със себе си. Ще се оправя, не се безпокойте.-тя стана и замаяна&lt;br /&gt;остави бляскавата дискотека и чума зад гърба си. Блуждаещият й поглед&lt;br /&gt;невиждащо се спря за миг на любопитно- втренчените в нея очи на някаква&lt;br /&gt;непозната, но дори не забеляза загрижеността им.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Седеше на хладния пясък, заслушана в тъжния припев на вълните и&lt;br /&gt;безшумно плачеше, прегърнала коленете си, зареяла невиждащи очи в&lt;br /&gt;звездната безкрайност.&lt;br /&gt;Нисък шепот зад нея сякаш я върна на земята:&lt;br /&gt;- Не бой се! Аз съм приятел. Не се страхувай от мен. – и в следващия&lt;br /&gt;момент нещо топло покри голите й рамене – предположих, че сигурно си&lt;br /&gt;измръзнала. Изхвърча от дискотеката без никаква връхна дреха. – този&lt;br /&gt;шепот, толкова тих и успокояващ..На кого ли беше. Сатион ме можеше да&lt;br /&gt;разбере дали беше мъжки или женски, но беше мек, като балсам за&lt;br /&gt;разкъсаната й душа. – Още трепериш – отново прошепна странният глас. –&lt;br /&gt;нека опитам така – и тя усети плавни движения по гърба си – Така ще се&lt;br /&gt;стоплиш – прошепна отново тайнственият глас и полека лека Сатион усети&lt;br /&gt;топлината, която нежните, но стрателни пръсти разпръскваха по&lt;br /&gt;вкочаненото й тяло.&lt;br /&gt;- Кой си…&lt;br /&gt;- …Съм аз ли? – Сатион усети весели нотки в тихия шепот зад себе си.-&lt;br /&gt;твоят Ангел – хранител, мила моя. И съм тук, за да споделиш с мен какво&lt;br /&gt;те мъчи…разкажи ми всичко, ще ти улекне. А после ще видиш и лицето ми,&lt;br /&gt;ако го желаеш…&lt;br /&gt;Пръстите по гърба й образуваха плавни кръговидни движения, толкова&lt;br /&gt;успокяващи, толкова приятни…Сатион се почувства толкова лека, така&lt;br /&gt;сигурна, макар да бе с някой непознат на безлюдния плаж, че изля&lt;br /&gt;всичката скръб и тъга, цялото отровно страдание и се прочисти от&lt;br /&gt;всичко, което тежеше на сърцето й.&lt;br /&gt;И когато всичко таено се изля, и изплака сълзите си, тя почувства това&lt;br /&gt;незнайно същество, което бе дарило тялото и душата й с топлина, толкова&lt;br /&gt;близко…&lt;br /&gt;Отново избухна в сълзи.&lt;br /&gt;Как беше възможно някой непознат да й дари толкова много, а хората, на&lt;br /&gt;които вярваше и които обичаше да се отнасяха така с нея?&lt;br /&gt;- Шшш, недей, недей… - успокояващо се обади отново призрачният глас.&lt;br /&gt;- Знаеш ли колко ми е студено…чувствам се така заледена, чувствата ми,&lt;br /&gt;добротата, сърцето…Толкова е студено…А ти..&lt;br /&gt;- Тихо, тихо… - непознатото призрачно същество обви ръцете си около&lt;br /&gt;Сатион и силно се притисна. – усети моята топлина, мила…&lt;br /&gt;Сатион прегърна нежните ръце около себе си и прошепна:&lt;br /&gt;- Колко нежна кожа имаш. Как се казваш?&lt;br /&gt;- Флавакома… - Сатион се извърна и прошепна усмихнато на Флава Кома&lt;br /&gt;- Моят ангел  хранител…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В далечината прозвуча нова мелодия, нежна и обсебваща…&lt;br /&gt;“Baby, join me in death…”&lt;br /&gt;“Join me, join  me, join me…”&lt;br /&gt;escape from this world&lt;br /&gt;we’re so anxious to be together, together in death (indeed)&lt;br /&gt;join me, baby, join me…&lt;br /&gt;would you die for me or no…&lt;br /&gt;baby join me in death…&lt;br /&gt;join me , join me…&lt;br /&gt;Сатион вдигна глава и погледна към Кома Флава. От по едната й страна се&lt;br /&gt;стече бавно и плавно една сълза, която остави солена и влажна следа по&lt;br /&gt;лицето й. Кома Флава вдигна ръка и нежно я изтри с пръстче, след това&lt;br /&gt;го облиза и каза:&lt;br /&gt;“С мен никога няма да пророниш сол”…&lt;br /&gt;Сатион бавно затвори очи.&lt;br /&gt;-Правила ли си го някога?- прошепна тя.&lt;br /&gt;-Не…-тогава Кома Флава се наведе напред и прошепна- Join me…&lt;br /&gt;Устните й се доскоснаха нежно до устните на Сатион, а после й се&lt;br /&gt;усмихна.&lt;br /&gt;Сатион я погледна изненадано. До ушите й достигна далечният глас:&lt;br /&gt;“Baby, join me in death…”&lt;br /&gt;Изведнъж всичко, което й се бе случило и бе връхлетяло замаяната й&lt;br /&gt;глава, се изпари…“Join me, join  me, join me…”&lt;br /&gt;escape from this world… Какво значение имаше всичко? Никакво. Тя не&lt;br /&gt;мислеше. Не бе способна да мисли. Алкохолът, който бе погълнал, бе&lt;br /&gt;отнел способностите й да мисли, а само изостряше сетивата и&lt;br /&gt;чувствеността й. И сега, лишена от мисли и предразсъдъци, просто се&lt;br /&gt;отдаде на момента. В главата й прозвучаха далечните думи, разбиващи се&lt;br /&gt;наоколо…Нежната мелодия напълно се сля с ума й. Тя полетя, издигна се&lt;br /&gt;високо над всичко. Чувстваше се лека като перце. Не помнеше коя е, не&lt;br /&gt;помнеше къде е. Знаеше само, че седеше на ръба на вечността и до нея&lt;br /&gt;Кома Флава клатушкаше крачета , облегнала русокосата си главица на&lt;br /&gt;гърдите й.&lt;br /&gt;Първите отблясъци на лъчите ги свариха на плажа, облегнати на една&lt;br /&gt;скала и загледани в неописуемата красота на отиващата си нощ и&lt;br /&gt;възраждащото се златисто Слънце. Изгревът бе изтъкан от най-&lt;br /&gt;разнообразни нюанси от бледо жълто до кърваво червено. Розовопръстата&lt;br /&gt;Зора обля с божествената си красота цялата земя, а Сатион и Кома Флава&lt;br /&gt;я посрещнаха в спокойствието на пясъците и напева на вълните, на които&lt;br /&gt;пригласяха чайките.&lt;br /&gt;-Не искам да свършва-прошепна Кома Флава и погали Сатион по шията. След&lt;br /&gt;това се изправи и започна бавно да целува врата й с най- влудяващата&lt;br /&gt;нежност. Тя притвори очи и се отдаде на тръпките, които започнаха да&lt;br /&gt;пробягват по цялото й тяло. След това Кома Флава зарови ръце в косите&lt;br /&gt;на Сатион и прошепна в ухото й с усмивка:&lt;br /&gt;-Знаеш ли, тази нощ сънувах…Имаше един сън. По принцип винаги сънувам&lt;br /&gt;черно-бяло, но този сън бе специален. Беше пълнолуние и сънят бе цветен&lt;br /&gt;и необятен.&lt;br /&gt;-Във всички цветове на дъгата? Тя е най-прекият път на боговете до&lt;br /&gt;Асгард, тяхната обител.-промълви Сатион, но Кома Флава поклати&lt;br /&gt;русокосата си главица и отвърна:&lt;br /&gt;-Дъгата…Дъгата е песъчинка в призмата на съня, в който се пречупва&lt;br /&gt;целия свят, когато е влюбен човек.&lt;br /&gt;Настъпи мълчание, примесено с вълшебния шепот на вълните, позлатени от&lt;br /&gt;милувките на слънцето. Кома Флава продължаваше да рови из косите на&lt;br /&gt;Сатион, които изкряха като огнени на фона на изгрева.&lt;br /&gt;-И в този сън се появи ти, като накара Луната да избяга. Протегна ръце&lt;br /&gt;към небето и свали огненото слънцето от небосвода, а след това го&lt;br /&gt;постави на главата ми и то влезе в мен. Това бе твоята обич, която ме&lt;br /&gt;изгори и изпепели…&lt;br /&gt;В този момент се появи и самото слънце. То ги заслепи с божествеността&lt;br /&gt;си и ги целуна с топлите си лъчи. За миг двете останаха загледани в&lt;br /&gt;безкрая.&lt;br /&gt;-Време е.- промълви Сатион, извърна глава към русокоската зад гърба си&lt;br /&gt;и се загледа в очите й. “So pure…”прозвуча в съзнанието й тексът на&lt;br /&gt;любима песен. Такава чистота и изкреност се четяха в топлите й, златни&lt;br /&gt;очи. Тя се усмихна, а Кома Флава леко докосна устните си до нейните. В&lt;br /&gt;това имаше такава чистота и невинност, ненакърнена от никаква плътска&lt;br /&gt;пошлост. Това бе прост миг, в който две души се намериха за момент,&lt;br /&gt;сляха се от нуждата да споделят мига и творяха спомени, които щяха да&lt;br /&gt;ги топлят по пътя… Въпросът бе не колко ще продължи мигът, а че е бил&lt;br /&gt;споделен.&lt;br /&gt;One chance, one kiss one taste of you my…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Сатион бавно се изправи и протегна ръка на Кома Флава. Пръстите им се&lt;br /&gt;преплетоха и двете тръгаха по мокрия пясък, като оставяха вълните да&lt;br /&gt;галят глезените им.&lt;br /&gt;Две малки фигурки се плъзгаха бавно и плавно в далечината. Когато&lt;br /&gt;достигнаха края на пясъчната ивица , те се прегърнаха, а след това&lt;br /&gt;ръцете им се раделиха. Всяка пое своя път, като съзнаваше, че никога&lt;br /&gt;нямаше да види другата. Но също така знаеха, че бяха станали част от&lt;br /&gt;нещо прекрасно, което бе отминало, но вечно щеше да ги топли. Не бяха&lt;br /&gt;от значение няколкото целувки, а самите чувствата, които бяха&lt;br /&gt;споделили. Бяха се извели от другата страна на тунела и всяка от тях&lt;br /&gt;представляваше горяща факла, осветяваща пътя на другата. Сега вече бе&lt;br /&gt;останала само пепелта, но спомените…те бяха топлина, от която всяко&lt;br /&gt;създание живееше. И ето, че две непознати души се намериха  и макар да&lt;br /&gt;бяха като огъня и водата, те споделиха заедно миг от самата вечност. Не&lt;br /&gt;знаеха имената си, но знаеха тайната на споделения миг.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Слънцето се издигаше от своите чертози отвъд безкрая над морската шир,&lt;br /&gt;разбудено и сънливо, а неговите вестители- лъчите, достигаха всяко&lt;br /&gt;кътче на земята, като събираха в паметта си съдбите на хиляди човешки&lt;br /&gt;същества, споделили мига…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Автор: Аделина Янкова, 2001&lt;br /&gt;Всички права запазени :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6321353801580728637?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6321353801580728637/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6321353801580728637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6321353801580728637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6321353801580728637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-of-flava-coma-and-sattion.html' title='the story of a Flava Coma and a Sattion'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-9072774257786329077</id><published>2008-05-26T20:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:40:01.930+03:00</updated><title type='text'>an old short story from my youth</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before a minute i was digging in my oldest e-mail box and for my surprise i found there an oooold short story, which i wrote somewhen in 2001.. I have forgotten about it and i considered it as lost, since i thought it disappeared along with all the stuff that died when my old hard disc died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! It is still alive :) I believe this was without redaction and correction :) But i am going to post it here just for to let You see what Your Eden wrote in an cold winter night in the past 2001...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-9072774257786329077?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/9072774257786329077/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=9072774257786329077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/9072774257786329077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/9072774257786329077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-short-story-from-my-youth.html' title='an old short story from my youth'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3584806779914409831</id><published>2008-05-23T02:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T02:11:21.269+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eurovision 2008 Bulgaria WINNER song - DJ, Take Me Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/gfssZeb-Ejo" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/gfssZeb-Ejo" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is better not to comment tonight what are my feelings after this so unfair semi-final of Eurovision 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laziness of the countries of western Europe caused the fact that the countries of Eastern Europe in the last years just reign the first places... And why not? This is one of the rare opportunities for the eastern European countries to show what they create on big stages...&lt;br /&gt;The top of everything was last year,when the songs, coming from easter Europe just kicked asses both on semifinals and finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the result was that the reglements, after 52 years, were changed and here come the bad luck for the Bulgarian song- last year the BG song of Stoyan and Elitza was placed as the 5th song and they won the right of the next years BG song to go directly to the final, but the reglements were changed and besides, the voting was limited inside the groups, as the motive was- not neighbourers to vote for each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was really one of the ebst and as people on the sites say- Deep Zone Project&amp;amp;Baltazar are th informal winners of Eurovision 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-3584806779914409831?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3584806779914409831/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3584806779914409831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3584806779914409831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3584806779914409831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/eurovision-2008-bulgaria-winner-song-dj.html' title='Eurovision 2008 Bulgaria WINNER song - DJ, Take Me Away'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-8515810782798438604</id><published>2008-05-19T19:10:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:25:10.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Jack's broken heart</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the cradle of civilization people were led by the power of their feelings. Feelings are what extinguish us from the animals and what made us to do the next step in evolution, turning us into human beings, still ruled by instincts, but covered with the soft touch of emotions, strong enough for to change masks and create societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite French author - Honoré de Balzac says that “suffering leads to the greatest inspiration” and no one here is about to object this stated fact- suffering is the form of a feeling that may be consisted by not one only reasons, to be caused, but there is one that is constantly there – love. And the off-spring of them – the broken heart. These and others are the reasons for Your Eden to hope to meet her revelation somewhere on this long and hard road (in or out of Hell ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love? Not one and two people on this planet tried to express in every kind of form what the love is.. And they were all right, because what is love if not what make us continue the fight as mighty warriors in shining harnesses, love is that shows the light paths through darkness and our inner soul landscapes, and the shelters, and the calm wharfs, where You can hide from the storms and wait Your wounds and scars to be cured. And this is what this Eden was searching for, wandering through unknown places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now in safe. And a soul is in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ancient greeks used to believe in the “calocagatia” – the mixture of inner and outer beauty in the honourable citizens. It wasn’t enough just to be noble inside, or to be beautiful in appearance, but to be both noble inside and with beauty and grace, given by the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping quietly in her shivering white silks, Your Eden feels that her direction is right and if she follows her heart, it will bring her to the perfection of the ancient world – calocagatia, when wounds and scars will be gone, and the thorn heart will beat again with the heart of the one that possesses her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, as the flying snow, a we can also fly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-8515810782798438604?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/8515810782798438604/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=8515810782798438604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/8515810782798438604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/8515810782798438604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-jacks-broken-heart.html' title='I am Jack&apos;s broken heart'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5543684286058236836</id><published>2008-05-01T01:22:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:52:22.360+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May flowers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy4EoOxII/AAAAAAAAAKo/LHArOHDxIf8/s1600-h/fiore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy4EoOxII/AAAAAAAAAKo/LHArOHDxIf8/s400/fiore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195169215300945026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the beginning of this wonderful month, created by God and Nature just for weddings and great time, i would like to share with You some more pics of my Graduation ceremony and smiling, to wish You a good night ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sogni d'oro! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiore di campo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy4UoOxJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gtn7h0_i9LA/s1600-h/diplomata.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy4UoOxJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gtn7h0_i9LA/s400/diplomata.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195169219595912338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Head of the Law Faculty gives me the diploma and the award for excellent esteems ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy4koOxKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tYIn2tL6RY4/s1600-h/mi6-rumen-me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy4koOxKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tYIn2tL6RY4/s400/mi6-rumen-me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195169223890879650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mish, Rumen and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy7UoOxLI/AAAAAAAAALA/IZscz8hc-1U/s1600-h/4etvyrtykCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy7UoOxLI/AAAAAAAAALA/IZscz8hc-1U/s400/4etvyrtykCO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195169271135519922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Thursday 4 at the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy7koOxMI/AAAAAAAAALI/FRbVAcjEKhk/s1600-h/prof%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy7koOxMI/AAAAAAAAALI/FRbVAcjEKhk/s400/prof%26me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195169275430487234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and one of my professors in Penal Procedures Law (Prof. Smolichki - he is really great!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBj0fkoOxRI/AAAAAAAAALw/LMq0YOSTx_0/s1600-h/IMG_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBj0fkoOxRI/AAAAAAAAALw/LMq0YOSTx_0/s400/IMG_0647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195170993417405714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no comment ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjzyEoOxNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/y2y1quTXD5E/s1600-h/mi6%26me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjzyEoOxNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/y2y1quTXD5E/s400/mi6%26me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195170211733357778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mish and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjzyEoOxOI/AAAAAAAAALY/URRa4dQCuCM/s1600-h/drunkones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjzyEoOxOI/AAAAAAAAALY/URRa4dQCuCM/s400/drunkones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195170211733357794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no comment 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjzyUoOxPI/AAAAAAAAALg/OVOhCuRR1hM/s1600-h/mi6_i_az.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjzyUoOxPI/AAAAAAAAALg/OVOhCuRR1hM/s400/mi6_i_az.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195170216028325106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some  more of Mish and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjzyUoOxQI/AAAAAAAAALo/V1zWhh7VGh8/s1600-h/everoxxxxx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjzyUoOxQI/AAAAAAAAALo/V1zWhh7VGh8/s400/everoxxxxx.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195170216028325122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eve roxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5543684286058236836?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5543684286058236836/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5543684286058236836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5543684286058236836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5543684286058236836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-flowers.html' title='May flowers...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBjy4EoOxII/AAAAAAAAAKo/LHArOHDxIf8/s72-c/fiore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-7284527737946581256</id><published>2008-04-30T23:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:56:11.832+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Me Down - The Beatles  (1969)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-O7PnvVgQvA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-O7PnvVgQvA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank You for all You have been to me, my friends.. and for the fact that You never let me go down alone, but always being beside me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You! With all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours forever, Eden!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-7284527737946581256?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/7284527737946581256/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=7284527737946581256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7284527737946581256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7284527737946581256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/04/don-let-me-down-beatles-1969.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t Let Me Down - The Beatles  (1969)'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-95083500724082993</id><published>2008-04-27T15:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:10:02.347+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBSHHEoOxHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-MkrYsEZ8HQ/s1600-h/EasterEggsGetty460.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBSHHEoOxHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-MkrYsEZ8HQ/s400/EasterEggsGetty460.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193924825836340338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Христос воскресе!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Бъдете здрави и щастливи! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-95083500724082993?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/95083500724082993/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=95083500724082993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/95083500724082993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/95083500724082993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/SBSHHEoOxHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-MkrYsEZ8HQ/s72-c/EasterEggsGetty460.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-1104062676657500917</id><published>2008-04-26T23:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:27:00.539+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Feedback - R.E.M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8IxT6nUVxF0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8IxT6nUVxF0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This flower is scorched&lt;br /&gt;This film is on&lt;br /&gt;On a maddening loop.&lt;br /&gt;These clothes,&lt;br /&gt;These clothes don't fit us right&lt;br /&gt;I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come to me with a bone in your hand&lt;br /&gt;You come to me with your hair curled tight&lt;br /&gt;You come to me with positions&lt;br /&gt;You come to me with excuses&lt;br /&gt;Ducked out in a row&lt;br /&gt;You wear me out&lt;br /&gt;You wear me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through fake-a-breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Self hurt&lt;br /&gt;Plastics, collections&lt;br /&gt;Self help, self pain,&lt;br /&gt;EST, psychics, fuck all&lt;br /&gt;I was central&lt;br /&gt;I had control&lt;br /&gt;I lost my head&lt;br /&gt;I need this&lt;br /&gt;I need this&lt;br /&gt;A paper weight, junk garage&lt;br /&gt;Winter rain, a honey pot&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;A hotline, a wanted ad&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy what you could've had&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy what you could've had&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy what you could've had&lt;br /&gt;I need this&lt;br /&gt;I need this &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-1104062676657500917?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/1104062676657500917/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=1104062676657500917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1104062676657500917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/1104062676657500917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/04/country-feedback-rem.html' title='Country Feedback - R.E.M.'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3504747740068816202</id><published>2008-04-26T20:49:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:16:39.456+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The long Sabbath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time when i am coming here with such a mess inside my head, running thoughts, feelings.. I have so much to say. But i am not even sure it is worthy to mention them..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i have to begin from somewhere after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today here it is 26th of April 2008 and the East - Orthodox Church's Long Sabbath, the day before Easter..&lt;br /&gt;I was waken up by my mobile alarm, because it was time for my Italian classes.. And i was so-so-lazily-an-sleepily, that i just crawled toward the bathroom and half-unconscious i took a shower and brought my sleepy ass to the first taxi, which brought it at the faculty and guess what! Today i was a student with private lesson.. none of the other of my course mates woke up... So, after 3 bottles of coca kola light (see, how with the aspartam i am satisfying my needs for caffee and sugar!), and an awful new Grammar Tense - Passato remoto"(!!!!), we finished the lesson with my teacher, we wished each other "Buona Pasqua" and i fled away for home, but on my way i received a call from a friend of mine :) She lives in Varna with her bf/D and they have arrived here for the Easter Eve. So, i had a late lunch with them and saw my collar for a first time since August. It was a strange feeling. It wasnt pure anger, cause it reminded me also nice memories, but also for sadness and disappointment. After the lunch we searched for Easter cakes with fruits, but, sadly or not, the shop was closed.. So, we  both had eggs waiting for to be paint at home, so, we  said good bye and i came back home, exhausted, sleepy, with the heavy bags of the shop..&lt;br /&gt;The eggs werent still boiled, so, i laid in front of the TV with a piece of Brie and a tomato and..what to see? A movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie i saw months ago.. A movie i watched with a person, that made me the saddest and the most lonely person on this planet.. "Unhook the stars".. She was his sister's fave actress as well as his.. I watched it..i remembered it and i heard a song there.. for which song i was sure it was of his fave band, no matter i havent head it before or so on... So, i came online and searched for the actress, then for the movie,then for the soundtrack and finally.. i saw a song, performed by REM, his fave band.. tell me, isnt it a f***ing mixture of coincidences! Because today is 26th April! The 4th month of silence! The end of the Lent! The movie! The song! The "scorched flower" from the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;Who is this scorched flower? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiore bruciato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After finding the song,  me and my mother, we painted the eggs for easter.. it was really so nice :) My hands are all coloured :D and the eggs are a masterpiece :D sadly i cant make a pic of them, but a week ago our camera was stolen, so.. :) it wasnt meant the eggs to be shown to You :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the song is really a nice one... i will add it from Youtube :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time for Church... we are going to go to the Seminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lent is about to end after an hour or so.... I was surprised by myself that i kept so long without meat, alcohol, sweets... and other things :0 of the pleasure of life :)&lt;br /&gt;Not that my wish turned into reality, but... My hope is long time ago back, closed into the Pandora's box and.. i wont open it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutto è perduto! :)&lt;br /&gt;And every bad thing comes for a better one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave now for the Church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&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/5032642131197543681-3504747740068816202?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3504747740068816202/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3504747740068816202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3504747740068816202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3504747740068816202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-sabbath.html' title='The long Sabbath'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3523442540179946528</id><published>2008-04-25T02:36:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T03:43:14.444+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheers with a Virgin Mary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You ever tasted it? A wonderful Bloody Mary, but without the sinful ingredient. That is alcohol ;) And yes, sinful! Because we are still in Lent for Easter and alcohol is also forbidden.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And since Your Eden wishes throughly to whiten her soul :) She follows some of the rules of the Lent :) And dont ask why tonight i had a dream of sinning with a bar of chocolate!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... few days left.. Tomorrow..or today even (cause it is quite late and i was supposed to be already in bed, cause tomorrow morning i have to be at the notary house, because i have a practice to do there) Christ was crucified and bleeding, suffering, He sacrificed Himself for the goodness of all humans.. and the purity of our souls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a play i saw few years ago on @lma @lter scene. Its name was "Is Jesus a suicide?". Sadly, really sadly that they had probs with the Church and not play it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;As far as i remember, the author was a young boy, at my age. When i was watvhing the play,listening to the text of the actors, feeling their emotions, i was thinking- this is me, this is me! those thoughts are my thoughts! I was about to cry! And at  the end (not the original one, because the director stopped the play before the original end even two time.. the reason we were told, was that they stopped being actors. he changed 2 different crews that evening and none of them finished the play.. ), when i saw that the author was a boy of my age, i just understood why i felt his thoughts as mine.. i still remember them... I will try to translate it, but please, dont kill me for the coming translation. I am just a girl, not a poetess.&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;Колко смирени хора има!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;How submissive people come into being!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;И все още се раждат такива!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;And they persevere to come into being!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;И все още се раждат!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Still come into being!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;Не знаят ли, че след миговете на непокорство&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Aren't they aware of it, that after the moments of  disobedience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;и гордост не следва смирение, а безразличие…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;and pride not submission comes, but indifference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;безразличие към самия себе си, към собствената&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;indifference for your own self, for your own destiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;ти съдба, нежелание да бъдеш повече,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;the wish for not to be anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;оголван, вътрешно разсъблечен чак до необикновено&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;naked, stripped inside till the incredibly delicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;тънките нишки на инстинктите за самосъхранение&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  fibre of the self preservation instincts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;Е, моли се, хайде, моли се!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Well.. beg me! Come on! Beg me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;Да видиш колко е лесно да се молиш!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;let's see how easy it is to beg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;И се смей! Тогава, когато аз ти кажа!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;And laugh! laugh just at the moment when i tell you to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;Признанието, че си слаб е много&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The acceptance that you are weak  is so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;Повече от усещането, че си силен.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;more than the feeling of being strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;Слабостта се превръща в сила,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;weakness turns into strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;Когато я осъзнаеш, когато я признаеш.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;when you realize it, when you accept it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="BG"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the quotations arent 100% correct, but i was just a visitor there.. And i hope the author is not gonna kill, if one they he could see my midnight translations and quotations.. *blushing*&lt;br /&gt;My confession that  am just in love with him and his play, i hope, will help me and make him merciful towards this one O;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a conclusion.. i would like to say that we never know if, when, how, by whom a 2nd chance could be given to us!&lt;br /&gt;As the Virgin Mary to sin into a Blooding Mary;&lt;br /&gt;as the white silk kajira to become a red silk with the fascinating ritual of the goreans;&lt;br /&gt;as the son of God sacrificing His mortal body for others' immortal souls&lt;br /&gt;as the doc, looking up at your face, saying - congrats! A 2nd chance!;&lt;br /&gt;as God and Mother Nature giving you an unique feminine protection for a new beginning, a second chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would You do if You had a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;Would You waste it with the first one? or to wait for the aliens of hypothetical planets and galaxies, of imaginative realms?&lt;br /&gt;Will You sin?&lt;br /&gt;And aren't the sins just our own excuses?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a most severe punishment than the lack of punishment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i can say for my second chance is... Thank You, God! And be with me! Let me be what You want me to be!&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-3523442540179946528?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3523442540179946528/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3523442540179946528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3523442540179946528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3523442540179946528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheers-with-virgin-mary-have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3673272506810879735</id><published>2008-04-23T13:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:21:11.094+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Belgian Laws..</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eden is now again working over her practice at the Parliament. Today was another meeting of the group, working on the legislative research on the topic "Election systems in EU and US", of which one i am a part, considering the legislations of Bulgaria, Italy and Romania. But You know that , because i was complaining enough about my probs in finding info in English ;) And that i had to use also my "italian" language too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new research has already begun. This time i have more countries to research and more over- i have to use my French! :D Which..apparently i havent used since ..July??? when i was researching about the Administration of the French &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assemblée nationale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Senate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...That is because i have to research about France, Belgium, Italy and Romania (again)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since the long vacation for Our Easter, 1st May, 6th May, when the entire Sofia and half Bulgaria will be emptied by her citizens from 26th of April till 6th of May, i am here and researching... (see, how ambitious i am..but dont be confused! This is so, because Yor Eden was proclaimed for a coordinator of the PPPLR {Public- Private Partnership Legislative research - if You have info- call me! pleaseeeee} and i have to be perfect, You know... how then to manage and push up the others?!;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i found first (in English, because, opposing the general opinion, that almost everything in Belgium is in French, most of the stuff, till now, is in Flemish!!!!!!!!!!See- i will be happy to find what i need in French even! ;D) was a Belgian law.&lt;br /&gt;This particular law is not so important, but what impressed me so much was the beginning of the provision! (btw, i need a Juridical English language course ;) any volunteers for donating or sponsoring me? *angelsmile*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me show You how a Belgian Law begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"King Albert II of Belgium, &lt;br /&gt;extends his greetings to all citizens, present and future.&lt;br /&gt;The Parliament has  adopted and we have approved the following:.............."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Isnt it amazing? Maybe it is normal way for a beginning of a Law in monarchies, but.... this is my first time, i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to the research!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/5032642131197543681-3673272506810879735?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3673272506810879735/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3673272506810879735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3673272506810879735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3673272506810879735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/04/belgian-laws.html' title='Belgian Laws..'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6134248617960157999</id><published>2008-04-21T23:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:55:15.388+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Your name in Ancient Egyptian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/egypt/glyphCertificate.html?hpylg=656869767378653269686978"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/egypt/glyphCertificate.html?hpylg=656869767378653269686978" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming here just to say  hi and to show You this link, where You can see how it could be written Your name in Ancient Egyptian ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link: &lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/egypt/translator.html"&gt;http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/egypt/translator.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my name: ;) &lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/egypt/glyphCertificate.html?hpylg=656869767378653269686978"&gt;http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/egypt/glyphCertificate.html?hpylg=656869767378653269686978&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish You All a nice evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Yoanna for those links ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/egypt/glyphCertificate.html?hpylg=656869767378653269686978"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/egypt/glyphCertificate.html?hpylg=656869767378653269686978" 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/5032642131197543681-6134248617960157999?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/egypt/translator.html' title='Your name in Ancient Egyptian'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6134248617960157999/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6134248617960157999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6134248617960157999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6134248617960157999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-name-in-ancient-egyptian.html' title='Your name in Ancient Egyptian'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6239032214113791835</id><published>2008-04-16T00:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:38:12.569+03:00</updated><title type='text'>a wink!</title><content type='html'>hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will come back soon!&lt;br /&gt;these days i had some personal probs and i am still not able to write in the appropriate way, but soon i will return :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6239032214113791835?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6239032214113791835/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6239032214113791835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6239032214113791835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6239032214113791835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/04/wink.html' title='a wink!'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6308804656440706400</id><published>2008-04-02T01:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T01:29:22.861+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Masters</title><content type='html'>Good evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i won't flood You with hundreds of pics, just few - from the official ceremony of our graduation... We are now even on paper Masters in law sciences :D&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun, but now i have stomachaches, so, please, let me tell You about the ceremony and the parties after that tomorrow. Enjoy the pics ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K1O6AQ3EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JUXDQ7WvPn8/s1600-h/IMG_1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K1O6AQ3EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JUXDQ7WvPn8/s400/IMG_1501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184405388750019650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     me and iluminada with one of our favourite professors&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K0u6AQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h5e33O7hyZQ/s1600-h/IMG_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K0u6AQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h5e33O7hyZQ/s400/IMG_1508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184404838994205698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     a "masters-and-doctors" mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K0vaAQ3BI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VX-FV0moo6g/s1600-h/IMG_1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K0vaAQ3BI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VX-FV0moo6g/s400/IMG_1514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184404847584140306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       no toga :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K0vqAQ3CI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4gOx3XipyR4/s1600-h/IMG_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K0vqAQ3CI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4gOx3XipyR4/s400/IMG_1540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184404851879107618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        "Правото отидоха в Кривото" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K0wKAQ3DI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rTrKnLTOKI8/s1600-h/IMG_1561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K0wKAQ3DI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rTrKnLTOKI8/s400/IMG_1561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184404860469042226" 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/5032642131197543681-6308804656440706400?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6308804656440706400/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6308804656440706400&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6308804656440706400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6308804656440706400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/04/officially-masters.html' title='Officially Masters'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_K1O6AQ3EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JUXDQ7WvPn8/s72-c/IMG_1501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-573970929173024964</id><published>2008-03-30T23:25:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:41:08.344+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa, baby! ;)</title><content type='html'>Good evening! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are few of the pics we made at the salsa parties and the carnivals in Greece during our trip to our southern neighbourers... On Tuesday i will try to put some comments, but now i just cant have even a drop of energy to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Today i passed the exam of 1st level Italian and whole day i didnt find time to have a nap..and i am just exhausted..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my official graduation at the University.. After the ceremony we will go to a restaurant and then to a night club.. It's Lents here, so i dont even drink, and forget about the cigarettes.. What am i going to do? I am supposed to have fun, right? ;) And i will do my best ;) I believe, my colleagues will do the same! Cross fingers for me ;) and send me positive energy out here ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baci e abbracci :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_AB36AQ28I/AAAAAAAAAJU/q-BdH8mfZbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_AB36AQ28I/AAAAAAAAAJU/q-BdH8mfZbQ/s400/IMG_1415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183645231078235074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_AB4aAQ29I/AAAAAAAAAJc/XVPhWfAVoCE/s1600-h/IMG_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_AB4aAQ29I/AAAAAAAAAJc/XVPhWfAVoCE/s400/IMG_1419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183645239668169682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_AB4qAQ2-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1J648pVALp0/s1600-h/IMG_1421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R-_4TKAQ2OI/AAAAAAAAADk/p8AVunss1fM/s400/IMG_1187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183634704113391842" 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/5032642131197543681-573970929173024964?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/573970929173024964/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=573970929173024964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/573970929173024964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/573970929173024964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/03/salsa-baby.html' title='Salsa, baby! ;)'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R_AB36AQ28I/AAAAAAAAAJU/q-BdH8mfZbQ/s72-c/IMG_1415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-7318846776763523215</id><published>2008-03-29T15:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:21:15.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>isnt it delicious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R-5B-qAQ2JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aupTUG_GO1Q/s1600-h/delicious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R-5B-qAQ2JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aupTUG_GO1Q/s320/delicious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183152765833107602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still with the probs of my pc, but here i am posting a pic  with my fave cherry stockings and wave to You!&lt;br /&gt;I am going back now to my studies in italian, cause tomorrow is my exam for 1st level.. But if this evening, when coming back from the library, the pc is still working, i will post some pics of the Carnival in Volus ;) Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope You like them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-7318846776763523215?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/7318846776763523215/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=7318846776763523215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7318846776763523215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7318846776763523215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/03/isnt-it-delicious.html' title='isnt it delicious?'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R-5B-qAQ2JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aupTUG_GO1Q/s72-c/delicious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-8996464806574382273</id><published>2008-03-21T16:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:44:45.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Parliament</title><content type='html'>Hello, Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to apologize for missing fo so long in here, but what can i say fro my defence is that my poor, old, lovely pc totally dies and i cant even start it on.. :( *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss You much, but i just have no opportunity of writing. I am now writing from my pc at the Parliament, but i am hardly working over my research over Romanian election system and it is a though stuff since few weeks ago the Senate voted a new Election law, but i cant find almost any information about it. So, i am working on the old election law and also over few articles on the net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had problems with the info about Italy, since it is not a large practice there to publish online English versions of the law provisions... But Your Eden is quite good in surfing the net, so, finally i found an English version of the Election Law of Italy too... ;) Dont ask how and where ;) All the italians i spoke about this, however, told me- dont do this! Our law sucks, politicians are all jerks... ;) But, i guess, this is the lag opinion of people everywhere around the world. Where is now the principle "Vox populi, vox Dei"?  Somewhere out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now continuing with my mind raptures and hopre to see You soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i received a lettre from my judge, who told me that i did my court decisions excellent and he announced them almost with no corrections in there;) i know, i know, this is a "show off", but Youknow... the venity of women knows no limits ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, *surfing on the net * Eden! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-8996464806574382273?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/8996464806574382273/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=8996464806574382273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/8996464806574382273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/8996464806574382273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-parliament.html' title='From the Parliament'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5887156264811563321</id><published>2008-03-14T00:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:16:44.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the rainbow - Tradução Versão Thomas Newman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/sCaBGx4Py3c' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/sCaBGx4Py3c'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to share this wonderful song :)&lt;br /&gt;come back here , to the garden of Eden and listen to it when in need for some uneventful minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5887156264811563321?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5887156264811563321/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5887156264811563321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5887156264811563321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5887156264811563321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/03/somewhere-over-rainbow-traduo-verso.html' title='Somewhere over the rainbow - Tradução Versão Thomas Newman'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5786620768030139079</id><published>2008-03-11T00:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:25:51.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses of the past...</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i am coming here just for a while - just for sharing with You an old piece of painting i used to make in highschool. I found it at an old forum account on the net and just remembered the past... here it is..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where the original is?! *rollingeyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.street.bg/users/hotrod8/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.street.bg/users/hotrod8/logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden, the *painter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5786620768030139079?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5786620768030139079/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5786620768030139079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5786620768030139079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5786620768030139079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/03/kisses-of-past.html' title='Kisses of the past...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3796131077247649475</id><published>2008-03-10T00:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:35:38.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First Sunday before Lent</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it has been the First Sunday before Lent... I don't know where else this day is also connected with the tradition to ask forgiveness from friends and family, but for sure we have it... And we followed the tradition again and again.... as we were always doing so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say it also here, because there are so many people i need to beg for forgiveness... Forgive me and may God forgive us all too!.. Amen! Kisses!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing... miracles- they don't exist! They don't happen! Not with little Eden ;) for sure ;)&lt;br /&gt;I tried! i really tried! i prayed, i hoped, i wished, i restricted myself, i hold the lines and gave up pleasures of life... What else? What else could be done? When something is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; to happen.. maybe no kind of emitted positive energy does help... And i am tired. And disappointed, you know... Disappointed.. I thought i was communicating with a human being.. Actually- just a wall made by stones.. Infatti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th, 6th, 7th and 8th of March  2007 were ones of the happiest days in my life. It was a period of time when we changed  a lot of things around us and i was so extremely devoted to my heart and loving, so happy of not pretending and of not wearing masks... I was flying with brand new wings of a perverted freedom. I don't feel sorry for those great moments. I know now how a lady deserves to be treated, how a real gentleman may act with her, how communication between male and female human beings can be in a so different level, so large, so perspective!...A male and a female can use one and the same language!!! They may even speak just the language of the gestures! Just a smile or a kiss, or a simple touch of a breath.. And hours of plenty topics discussed!  And all with heads in mountain clouds... I had those static moments of a fairy tale.. I really had them! Sometimes i doubt it happened. You know, when something is so beautiful, Your eyes cant bear the vision and close.. When time goes, beautiful memories get pale and fragile, but even more precious than before, cause... with the time passing You begin to wonder- did it really happened? or it was just a dream? But the feeling inside warms You up and tiny traces reminds You of it..as a smell of a deo or a melody of a song, a picture or a t-shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago Iluminada wrote me (cause we were chatting on our phones for months...) - "i deleted almost all of my phone messages..I kept only 10 of them.." Smile, my beautiful one! She was keeping her messages for to remind her her fairy love story really happened, even though covered with the ashes of time... And so do i. But still have no strength to delete the memories. And why should i?What are we without our memories? They build us as persons, they keep us trying, they hold us alive! i cant deny my happiness, my sadness,my failures, my games.. They are part of me. I forgive, but never forget.. And once a friend, i am a friend forever..&lt;br /&gt;A For everything i am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 9th March my lovely friend Iluminada has a birthday:) I wish to greet her again from here and to wish her eternal use of love drugs, cause everybody deserves that masochistic addiction ;) and to say i love her so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden {in love drug abstinence}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-3796131077247649475?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3796131077247649475/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3796131077247649475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3796131077247649475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3796131077247649475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/03/forgiveness.html' title='First Sunday before Lent'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-2792232054582957022</id><published>2008-03-08T16:10:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:12:22.879+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Our Place in Europe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rosa-online.de/bilder/brauch/marteniza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.rosa-online.de/bilder/brauch/marteniza.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Честита Баба Марта!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                          Our Place in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                     Written By Me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the dawn of civilization peoples fought for larger lands, wealth and power, but they fought for survival, too. Some of the greatest empires rose and disappeared. They sank in the abyss of eternity and infinity. And goddess Letha covered them with her waves deeply into oblivion, however, all of them had left more or less deep traces in the history of humanity. The four empires Persian, Babylonian, Alexander Macedonian’s empire and the Roman one came into being, flourished and died and together with them thousand other little and not so little kingdoms and cultures appeared and disappeared, but also many survived. One of the most ancient cultures in Europe is the Bulgarian one, which defines its significant place on the scene of the Old Continent and in the world as one of the pillars of the human progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a matter of fact the Balkan Peninsula was a place, where a lot of peoples passed and left something from their habits, customs and crafts. It was a cross- road for many nations and races and finally it was a border between two totally different worlds- the Orient and Europe, as it is nowadays. So, we possess something from both of them. Consequently our nation is a blend, a mixture of representatives from most European peoples- Thracians, Slavs, Protobulgarians, Romans, Hellenics, Celts…Our roots are so far away in the Past that very few people remember them and only the experts can explain them. That’s unique, because we unite Europe in a whole. A lot of different Barbarian, Pagan and Christian habits, traditions and customs are preserved in our style of life, our point of view and our consciousness. We’re the connection with the Past, with the ancestors, the thin, but existing thread of our destiny and life on the path towards the future. Our nation combines features, memories, the spirit of the Old. We’re the heritage of the ancestors of the Old Continent. So, our place in modern Europe should be as great as our roots are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, some people say that the life in Bulgaria is rubbish, the standard of living is so low that nobody knows how we survive and there is no future here. A lot of people ask themselves “Should I stay or should I go? What is my fate and where is my realization at home? Will I be a man or just a poor creature in the middle of nowhere?” And most choose to leave and earn their lives anywhere else but out of Bulgaria. They know it won’t be easier, but hope to have a kind of chance and go on all over the unknown world, leaving families, friends, relationships and roots in the quest for Luck. Just like lost souls. It’s naturally for people to have pursuit of success, but you sacrifice everything you have in the sake of the aim. But, if there is another way, here, in Bulgaria? Maybe it would be harder, but didn’t our forefathers do the same thousands of years before us? And they created a glittering history. Now it is our turn to do it. If we stay here and shape our own country, based on the ancient antique virtues- fortitude, temperance, wisdom and justice, mixed with the modern way of life and the aim of mutual success, we’ll find our important place in Europe, together with the others, but mainly here, in our country, where we and our children will live in our self- made better world. But this dream will become a true only if we, ourselves are ruled by the moral principles and united by the wisdom, inherited from the mighty khan Koubrat, who had said that the strength is in the union. In that way won’t only survived, but the time will come of our rebirth from the bottom of the disappointment like a real, magic phoenix. We’ll resurrect from the ashes stronger and ready for a new conquest, a march against the Evil. So, hundreds of years ago one of our founders advised us to unite our vividness and energy for creating our state, but we should do it here, in our homeland, where the roots of the beginning are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now-a-days people think that the only way of surviving and achieving success and fortune is by looking after yourself at the expense of the others, because there is a competition. But there is an other, more precious than all the treasures all over the world and it’s the clear conscience and the spirit’s beauty, the inner pureness and wealth, because we shouldn’t forget what a man of wisdom said “What we do in life, echoes in eternity”. We should be lead by the soldiers of God – honour and sympathy, not by the egoistic and hideous ambitions of surviving alone- everybody saving himself from the sinking boat called Balkan manners. If we’re led by quintessence :It’s not so important my fortune, the most important is my neighbour’s misfortune”, we’re not going to find Bulgaria’s place in Europe. Yes, not yours, hers or mine, but Bulgaria’s one. Each one of us is the face of Bulgaria and its place is our place. It depends on us only and if we understand that, we’ll reach the Promised Land, because it’s said: “Help yourself, for God help you”. The most important is to be human beings and to help each other, to care about the others, to save our souls from the filth of the cruelty and pragmatism and not to be ashamed calling us Bulgarians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact, what we give Europe? The Slavonic Alphabet, the Golden Age, the Bogomil’s movement, the first elements of Renaissance- the masterpiece of Bojana church...Either we being a barrier that stopped the Turkish hordes and not in the last place we were those, who saved our Jews during the World War ІІ. We are in Europe and we have our significant place there, even if there are so many people who don’t agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This essay is property of the owner of this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following link is the original topic where we were discussing the alternatives for the yourng Bulgarians, graduating school and choosing where to go and continue their education:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://p201.ezboard.com/fworkshopsabodefrm1.showMessageRange?topicID=1586.topic"&gt;http://p201.ezboard.com/fworkshopsabodefrm1.showMessageRange?topicID=1586.topic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-2792232054582957022?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/2792232054582957022/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=2792232054582957022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2792232054582957022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2792232054582957022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-place-in-europe.html' title='&quot;Our Place in Europe&quot;'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6008552446424635498</id><published>2008-03-08T15:34:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:03:46.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baba Marta, 3rd March, 8th March......</title><content type='html'>Hello, Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from Greece and whole week i am running here and there... So, i dont have much time, for which i excuse myself now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to greet You for Baba Marta, for 3rd March and also, the female part of You- for 8th of March! Be happy and loved! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to tell You about the carnivals in Thessaloniki and Volos, but i will do it when i put the pics on my pc... Till then i will put just one pic, for which i thank so much to Max and Galia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also posting an old essay i wrote years ago, still being at school, for a local olimpiada;) I will post it in a different post!&lt;br /&gt;The essay is on the topic "Out Place in Europe", dates since 2000 and i put it here at the sake of our national celebrations for 3rd March, the day of our gained freedom!Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R9Ko3kJZ-yI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bHaX3fcrFWA/s1600-h/Greece+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R9Ko3kJZ-yI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bHaX3fcrFWA/s320/Greece+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175384594351520546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Here Your Eden is with her best friend from the primary school at the last salsa party in Volos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Eden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6008552446424635498?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6008552446424635498/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6008552446424635498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6008552446424635498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6008552446424635498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/03/baba-marta-3rd-march-8th-march.html' title='Baba Marta, 3rd March, 8th March......'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R9Ko3kJZ-yI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bHaX3fcrFWA/s72-c/Greece+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-916718496842219169</id><published>2008-02-28T23:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:14:21.571+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa carnival in Thessaloniki ;)</title><content type='html'>Hello, Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day is coming! Tomorrow we, with the salsa club, we are going to Greece at the salsa carnivals at Thessaloniki and Volos! Los Pambos organizes everything and we hope we will have a great fun there! The rumors say it is always like that at Pambos' parties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was in a big rush.. It was an urgent shopping tour in a search for  shoes, clothes and so on.. I was on high heels and then i had also a salsa class...so.. as a result, now i hardly feel my feet... I don't know how i will survive the next four days in constant dances on high heels :D But i have to! I must! And in between i have to have fun:d for this is the purpose of the trip after all! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the weather will be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of this Greece trip, i delayed the stuff in the Parliament and i actually don't really know when i will do the stuff for there..i have to do it for Tuesday evening... the meeting is on Wednesday morning... I also have cases in court... Such a mess! And who even mentions the Italian? The exam is coming and i am so sooooooooo lating with studying... But! i will arrange thing when in return..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to prepare the luggage now! So, i leave You! But please, don't forget Your little Eden of the graden.. She will think about You even in Greece ;) while dancing in the salsa sounds! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-916718496842219169?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/916718496842219169/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=916718496842219169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/916718496842219169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/916718496842219169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/02/salsa-carnival-in-tessaloniki.html' title='Salsa carnival in Thessaloniki ;)'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-7973033271935257229</id><published>2008-02-26T12:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:33:14.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You remember the 26th of January?</title><content type='html'>Hello, All! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Are You? I hope everything there is well! I am just about to go for the court.. But before that i wanted to mention the day today- 26th of February.. The reason is simple :) Today it gets a whole month since i began my fight with pleasures of life... It's been a hard work to resist my quitting... especially with the caffee. Believe me or not, but of all 4 point, the caffee was the hardest to resist and to survive without.. Don't laugh at me :) But i really fell asleep in the very court chamber, and not even once, but much more! Then comes the 4th point.. But It was hard just at one particular moment of the period and then... i understood that i am  actually able to resist :) The cigs are next... Third position- it's not bad, is it?! ;) For people, who know me, perfectly well understand the achievement of this 3rd place.. :) The last, 4th position comes for the sweets...I quited them...all successfully.. I didn't miss them much, maybe just a little ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common result- i didn't save money from the cigs.. just because i was spending much more for food:) I am hungry the whole day long :D And i am not sure if it is because of the lack of the cigs or of the lack of the sweets... i should ask a Doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a future result i can say that i am planning to continue this experiment with myself and to see if during a longer period of time I will be able to achieve more results, more success and... constant even..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as an award for well resisted quits, i will skip this week and use it as a "rest" of the angel-like-appearance of mine ;) At the end of the week i am going to Greece and just want to taste the pleasures of life without restraints, just till next week.. After a week i am going to begin again- till next 26th... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go for the court, palls! So, see You soon and wish You a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un Bacio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my friend back!...&lt;br /&gt;La prego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-7973033271935257229?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/7973033271935257229/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=7973033271935257229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7973033271935257229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/7973033271935257229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-remember-26th-of-january.html' title='Do You remember the 26th of January?'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6719084847726472059</id><published>2008-02-22T11:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:54:31.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>researching again!</title><content type='html'>Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! It's 11am and i am still at home! :) These last weeks were so busy for me that i was getting out home every and each morning at 7-8 am in the MMMornings... Not that i wasn't supposed to go out early in the morning today too... It will be a big day- for a first time i will help my Civil Law judge for writing court orders and motives... which is a bit scary, isn't it?! I wanted to go early in the morning for in the afternoon to go at library and study words.. But i was too exhausted to wake up after the alarm..Impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was such a long day! In the morning i had a working meeting at the Parliament. A new legislative research is beginning and i will be a part of it. The titular will be Mira Yanova, who is a sociologist, one of the most famous in Bulgaria.. And the research is about the Electoral Systems of EU countries and US.. We had a long meeting, almost a  lecture. I knew most of the stuff, because i have attended such courses with my Second Major, and also from the Constitutional Law... But i have two books to read.  And also i was given to research for the legislations of Italy and Romania.. I shouldn't mention the fact that i am attending an Italian language course in the weekends! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the so long meeting at the Parliament, i went tot he library, i studied some, but then i had a meeting with my colleagues and we ate so much! So filled i went to the dance class and we had an exhausting rehearsal! But the salsa carnival is coming and we should be quite good... I have to go also on Sunday for a rehearsal, cause i have to know the choreography... and i am so poor there1 I missed a lot of rehearsals last month and... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... now i leave You and wish You a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6719084847726472059?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6719084847726472059/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6719084847726472059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6719084847726472059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6719084847726472059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/02/researching-again.html' title='researching again!'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-2946585373917043690</id><published>2008-02-20T11:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:10:30.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Magna Pecatrix</title><content type='html'>The last one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, divine Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-2946585373917043690?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/2946585373917043690/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=2946585373917043690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2946585373917043690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2946585373917043690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/02/magna-pecatrix.html' title='Magna Pecatrix'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-7183458706979921242</id><published>2008-02-18T13:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:09:49.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//section_image/2007/12/12/208005/sad2.jpg"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=208005N" target="_blank"&gt;Emotion, which one are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;You are way too sad...cheer up dude..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dude, being sad isn't everything. 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A la votre! Наздраве! It is a nice occasion for a glass of vino rosso ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5331803881499925013?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5331803881499925013/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5331803881499925013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5331803881499925013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5331803881499925013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s day! :)'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6755885680713045807</id><published>2008-02-06T23:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:28:24.528+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible You, Impossible Me...</title><content type='html'>Bonsoir, mes amis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems with my monitor are just getting more and more complicating.. i don't know when and if i am going to be able to use the pc on the next day.. But, as people say, the essence of life is in the unknown situations... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last days i am completely ruined from the early kicking-out-of-the-bed, the lack of caffee and the tones of new words, rules, grammar  and etc... Finally the practice in the court has begun! And obviously those of You , who know me well, know that i am a night person and i usually never wake up early in the morning.. Well.. now i have to do it cause if i want to have time for studying italian and also fulfilling the practice at the court, i have to go in the mornings there and in the afternoons- in the library.. bad thing is that i quited the cigs and also the caffee, and the sweets... The result is that today Your Eden just laid her head on the desk and fell asleep.. for some minues, indeed, but!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as an official report of my own experiment, data is: 2nd week- missing caffee the most, then the 4th pleasure, then the cigs, and at last- the sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an award  i went by my own at a the theatre and again i watched the play of @lma@lter, called "Impossible You, impossible Me".. The two actresses are Snejka and Petia. I am watching this play for a 5th time i believe and i still like it.. :) It is a nice one and i really recommend it by all my heart! It is a nice place to forget about your problems, to "touch" other people's positive energy, to mix up with joyful souls... And i don't understand the principle that we always have to go at the theatre in couples! Why? Last months i used to go and watch plays by my own... Do i need someone else for to have pleasure of the play? Of course no! As if to say that the only place to talk with God is the Chirch.. No, of course.  So, i enjoy the plays alone, and i feel even better.. For when i go there with someone else, i am always thinking- if He/She is gonna like the play which i chose, and so and so... When i choose it by my own, the only obligation is with me only;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the lonely life of a single girl turns me into an egoist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the previous week at home, with a book, brought by Oggi, whom i thank so much. The book is one of the novels of John Norman. Obviously this author is widely famous out of Bulgaria. He is the author f the Gorean saga, fantasy genre of literature, of which saga i have 4 books :) The first one was even translated in Bulgarian and it is called "Tarnsman of Gor". The one i rad 2-3 times during the last week was completely different from the first one.. The book i am talking about is called "Slave girl of Gor" and even though it is an awkward story with a weird elations in there, i may say that this is THE ultimative love story! The most painful and hurting love story i have ever read about.. It made me even cry at some pages, which is a lot...for a fantasy genre! After reading it i felt devastated.. I don't know why.. Maybe i saw a piece of me there.. It's always like this- the things we love and hate the most are just those in which we recognize ourselves and nothing more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book also made me remember the bitter sweet lesson.. That if something doesnt work, no matter how strongly You try, it is just not meant to work.. The same with the people we meet. If a relationship with someone didn't work, no matter how much You tried to save it, how much You sacrificed, evidently he wasn't the right guy ;) Or maybe He was the right guy but not in the right moment and the right time, the right life even! As the heroine of the book - Dina and her lover- Clitus Vitellius (i won't comment the names;))  He felt he began to care of her, to love her and He left her at the mercy of Destiny... Just because he was afraid that the love for a girl would make the Strong Warrior too submissive, i guess... After years, after tones of accidents they met again and he again left her helpless... Just when She got used to that :D He appeared and accepting His feelings, let them be together, accepting the fears... I guess.. men are much more into tkaing rational decisions than are women..  Just compare the levels of emotions, the content of hormones of stress,  and You will understand that We, the ladies, we are just unable to listen the mind when the heart is talking.. And maybe this is our charm and our virtue at all! Who can say for sure?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end - Dina and her Warrior stopped running away from the fears and faced them... They were meant to be together.. And maybe we all are meant to be together with those we broke with.. just not here, not now, not in this life and century... But one day, on this or on the other side, we'll be together again, happy  together, as one whole.. :) And there will be no secrets between us, just two hearts beating as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buonanotte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6755885680713045807?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6755885680713045807/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6755885680713045807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6755885680713045807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6755885680713045807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/02/impossible-yuo-impossible-me.html' title='Impossible You, Impossible Me...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-5283920806182420623</id><published>2008-02-01T00:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:47:31.419+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, remember the 26th of January...</title><content type='html'>Zdraveite! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are You? I hope everything there is alright! As friends usually do, i do care about You, my friends, and i wish You all well! :)&lt;br /&gt;i am again begging humbly for an apology for i haven't been here for so long! But as You know- my lovely monitor jokes all the time with me and i can hardly use the pc... Monitor is begging for a rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened since i wrote You for a last time.. but most important- on 26th of January it got an entire month from the last word i "heard" from my best friend of the time.. I wrote Him - He gave no sign.. Anyway, i didn't expect it. But i miss the friend.. indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same date i took a very important decision - 3 in 1... well.. 4 in 1, but the 4th one will be a secret;) *blush* Everybody has tiny secrets;) For those, who know me well, the coming news will be interesting,  bet, and at least a few of raised brows ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont know how to begin.. well... i'll make an experiment till the 26th day of the next month and will also report the obvious, first hand results.. See now in no order of appearance;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i quit the cigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i quit the caffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.i quit the sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.i quit another pleasure of life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will report the results over the first three point :)&lt;br /&gt;Cross fingers to succeed:)&lt;br /&gt;And with God's help, i hope my wish to come true by quitting the pleasures of life as a sacrifice at the sake of a dream to turn into reality.. Please, God, help! Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my friend back... Nothing else. Just the friend. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i haven't drunk caffee and smoked cigarettes since 27th of January, what i have to report now is that i dont miss the cigarettes at all! But i terribly miss the caffee, especially in the library, when i am going in the library to study for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;il corso d'italiano&lt;/span&gt; after the court practice (which has begun 2 days ago)... I am just falling asleep!!! can You imagine? It's impossible to believe it! But a pure fact! I dont miss the cigs, but the caffee! A result: i am conjugating verbs and hardly keeping my eyes open... As it is now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sogni d'oro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-5283920806182420623?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/5283920806182420623/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=5283920806182420623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5283920806182420623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/5283920806182420623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/02/remember-remember-26th-of-january.html' title='Remember, remember the 26th of January...'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-3006760693589446489</id><published>2008-01-25T02:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T03:13:03.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Euridice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R5k3koCLLUI/AAAAAAAAACk/m_sykpt4z7Y/s1600-h/Cervelli_Orfeo_ed_Euridice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R5k3koCLLUI/AAAAAAAAACk/m_sykpt4z7Y/s320/Cervelli_Orfeo_ed_Euridice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159215950490971458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forget! don't call! don't write! don't humiliate yourself anymore! He doesnt deserve you! if You give Him even one more sign of your love, He would just tell to Himself - "again this irritating slut!"! Do you want someone to think about you like this? To treat you like this? More of this humiliation?!!&lt;br /&gt;He betrayed you at your birthday! Only this is enough for never to return to this page! Do you like to be humiliated?!! Are you sane? Dig out just a piece of dignity, if you please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is "humiliation"? What is "offence"? "Insult"? &lt;/span&gt;NOTHING! Noone can humiliate me or to insult me  if not me to accept it and allow it, only! And why? As my favourite philosopher and writer Berdiaev says - i can never be insulted or humiliated, just because everything good in me is given to me by God, and everything bad is my own mistake, my own false... The only one that can offend me indeed is me only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You know the legend about Orpheus and Euridice? Nice one... For those of You who don't remember it, i promise i will retell it soon, so, take a look over here from time to time, cause You could miss it;) And it is maybe the best fairy tale for the real love, the devoted one..when you are forgetting yourself, but he/she is also forgetting him/herself too for one another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is said- a woman doesn't need any other name, just one- to be named by Him "Euridice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot of kisses, Eden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-3006760693589446489?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/3006760693589446489/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=3006760693589446489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3006760693589446489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/3006760693589446489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/01/euridice.html' title='Euridice'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R5k3koCLLUI/AAAAAAAAACk/m_sykpt4z7Y/s72-c/Cervelli_Orfeo_ed_Euridice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-497189865948325966</id><published>2008-01-22T01:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:53:52.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a fragile stock, take care of it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This  message i received today along with the  cappuccino. It was written by Edith Worton.. I dont know who she is, but the "cliche" she wrote is, as most of the clishes - correct with the whole absurdity in it... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one of the happiest moments in my life... it was at the beginning of March, when the winter is still not going away and the spring is still not arriving.. When You feel the smell of the burned wood, coming from the chimneys, mixed with the frosty fresh mountain air... I was on the balcony, smelling the nature, staring at the white snowy peaks of Vitosha, hugging the small village where we are at.. It's night, about midnight, and i am staying there, hearing the wind feeling the cold on my bare skin... Then He called me inside and i entered the apartment, where it was warm and cosy, the sprigs in our private fireplace are burning... i was able to hear the cracks, coming from the dancing flames.. It was also dark in the rooms, only the lights from the fire.. but i saw Him, i was feeling Him, no matter it was dark... He was the other half of my heart... how is it possible not to feel where the other half of your heart is?&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at Him in the darkness and slowly approached Him. He touched the couch just next to the place he was sitting and i followed the gesture.. I lied there, putting my head on His lap, feeling His strokes and caresses...&lt;br /&gt;At that uneventful, calm  moment i was felt so happy, i was just pouring with it, i was shining, we were shining together..just the two of us, warming our naked bodies at the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything is so fragile..&lt;br /&gt;And none of us can live in an imaginative world..&lt;br /&gt;Life is there and the only thing we can afford for sometimes is just to escape it for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, a fragile stock&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5032642131197543681-497189865948325966?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/497189865948325966/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=497189865948325966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/497189865948325966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/497189865948325966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/01/happiness-is-fragile-stock-take-care-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-2973572763907441207</id><published>2008-01-17T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:53:35.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a long, long day :)</title><content type='html'>Good evening! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day today! Really! i woke up early in the morning, went to the ministry of Justice for to apply for the state practice in the Court. There i accidentally met a good friend of mine - Mila and it was so nice to see her - i haven't seen her for maybe 2 months.. but we all had a business to do;) After few tiny probs there, in the administration,  i applied finally and then i was on my way to made photos for the diploma...&lt;br /&gt;You know that we all are supposed to look nice and well, personable, worldly at those photos for personal documents, but it's a hard work and You never know if You're gonna look nice indeed at them.. So, i decided to spare my time somewhere else and to use old negatives for those so needed pics.. Ok, a great idea;) But it was made 3-4 years ago and the photographer actually made a pic 9/13 and then cut the facial part.. And now people were just canceling my order, cause the machineries are now different.. After walking up and down here and there, i found a professional, who finally did what i was asking.. at last! And it was all worthy! :) So, tomorrow Your Eden is about to go to the university and apply for The Juridical Diploma! :)&lt;br /&gt;After the lovely searching i met Mishe, another lovely friend of mine, had a cup of caffee for few minutes and i went to the Parliament, where, after 6 months, i met the Boss :)&lt;br /&gt;She was quite surprised to see me, cause she was thinking i gave up with the pro bono law researches, but i just needed to remind her about the state exams and she, with a soft smile informed me immediately about the new projects. She also told me that there was an awesome interest over the project i was working during the summer in the Parliament. For those, who are interested- the law research was mainly about the administrations, organization, budgets and PR relationships in Parliaments of the countries-members  of the EU. i was researching about France and her Assamblee National and Senat.&lt;br /&gt;So, Jeni (the Boss), told me, that they were especially interested in my own research and the stuff i found and published and also they put pieces of my work in the new law... Well... it might be pro bono work in the hot summer, but i felt really content with the fact that at my age my work was built up in a working law! :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's go back on Earth;)&lt;br /&gt;I asked about new projects and soon i'll be a participant in at least one of the new projects... Cross fingers to pick up countries with cool sites in English;) cause with the Italian language course i am so confused with my French, that i am really forgetting it.. Sadly and badly!&lt;br /&gt;After the Parliament i went straight to the Library, where i didn't studied, but i finished the strange book i was reading. The name of this book is "Histoire d'O" and it's not really recommended by me.. It's a strange book and i need some day for to be able to talk about it, cause is till don't know what i could comment and what i actually understood of it, and even what my opinion is. But a really strange book, that makes You blush all the time, even though it is supposed to be a classic.. But "Decameron" is also supposed to be classic and also makes us all to blush :D&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the book and a glance over the new words, i went out of the library, because i had an appointment with Mishe for a fast shopping tour! And we did it! I have few so sweet things;) clothes, of course;)  But i know that girls' talks about clothes are boring, so, i wont torture You with dissection of the new toys ;) One more think- i am up-down satisfied;)&lt;br /&gt;Well...it was a so long day and i feel so sleepy. And tomorrow i have to wake up early, so, please, excuse me, but it's time to leave You now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Лека нощ, деца! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-2973572763907441207?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/2973572763907441207/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=2973572763907441207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2973572763907441207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2973572763907441207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-long-day.html' title='a long, long day :)'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-6980421812289288846</id><published>2008-01-15T00:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:08:30.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Broadway, Broadway!</title><content type='html'>Salve! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i had a wonderful evening in the theater @lma@lter! I saw the musical play , called "Ah, Broadway, Broadway"! My brother was also participating in it as an actor. So, the excitement was double, cause i was given the role of the video and photo maker... Well... it was really nice, but i officially swore not to tell what i saw there, so... just accept the recommendations, and if You have opportunity- go and see it :) it's a lot of fun there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, sweet dreams! Take my hand and we'll meet in a place that's only ours! Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your, Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the inner collars - those collars we wear inside us... Is the feeling of loving someone a kind of a collar, of a sign of belonging to someone? As a possession? Or a reserved table in a restaurant? And which is the best way to get rid of the inner collars? One day i'll think about it.. if You have any suggestions, please, share :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-6980421812289288846?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/6980421812289288846/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=6980421812289288846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6980421812289288846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/6980421812289288846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/01/ah-boadway-broadway.html' title='Ah, Broadway, Broadway!'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032642131197543681.post-2657029826887252250</id><published>2008-01-13T00:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:44:57.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>am i a legend?</title><content type='html'>Buonasera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life going?&lt;br /&gt;I am trying for two days to put on a video, but no success:(&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it takes too much time, which i usually don't have, even though i am in a constant day off.. I'll try tomorrow again, and if not, i'll find another way to do it;0 But i realy want to share them with You, cause they are really funny and full with the expressions.. and emotions :) An i was so happy at that moment that wish everyone to see my happiness... cause, strangely or not, even now, after all that happened, i still have my moments of happiness and the wish to share it with You..cause...what is happiness without anyone to share it with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it enough just to share it with someone? Anyone? What about someone, who doesnt love you, who doesnt care, who even hate You? Who makes You cry and hearing your sobs, just says-" ah, you, bimbo, you just make me feel so low!" and then, You, the victim, feel bad, cause all the guilt is now recognized as your own burden?! What kind of a human being would You be to hate someone, cause he/she  just loves You? And will accuse him/her for the tears, the hopes, the humiliation even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one friend of mine told me recently, answer means giving a hope. And when a person takes a rational decision, nothing is possible to turn him/her back to you.. Nothen. Nothing?..but... when your body needs that person, when your heart beats with his, when your soul reaches out and touches faith.. Brain is there as a super hero - Xena and Hercules in an union... just to save you and to supply your mental and physical needs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An, o, God, thank You for the Brain! cause Brain is a gorgeous and precious thing, so particular, so, incredible! even divine! It gives us everything- just to give us calmness and peace, cause everyone need a shelter from the storms. And Brain is the great architect of every and each shelter- just make a wish and the good genie inside your skull will provide you all you need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is another topic i will tell You some other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow again i have to wake up early because of the lezione...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really sleepy, but just wanted to come here and be with You for a while, just because i was feeling a lil sad... i watched the movie "I am legend". as all these movies when mankind is coming to its end, You always go out of the hall with heavy heart, salted face and red eyes..pretending to be sleepy or bored..  It's not my way, i never hide;0 and maybe that's the general mistake in my life :) as a friend of mine once told me- never show your heart.. but how not to cry when poor Samantha died in the hug of her master and companion? It happens so all the time. I know. And i knew that even before. But the tears just poured out and began to fall down my face in the anonymous darkness of the cinema... But stop! no tears anymore! i am holding my Puh , sweet pet and lil kid, and feel his warmth and happiness, being in a secure place with people who care about him... And it gives such strength..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i asked a man- which pet You would choose if You have to choose - the cat pet or the woman pet? And i felt his struggle... He chose the woman, but now the cat (by the name of Spillo) is still there, and the woman(by the name of "part of the statistics") is gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's really time for bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to greet from here Mih-Mih, a lovely friend of mine, who had a birthday yesterday.. and just want to tell her, that i really love her and will always be her friend indeed :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buonanotte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032642131197543681-2657029826887252250?l=adellina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/feeds/2657029826887252250/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5032642131197543681&amp;postID=2657029826887252250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2657029826887252250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5032642131197543681/posts/default/2657029826887252250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adellina.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-i-legend.html' title='am i a legend?'/><author><name>Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261934795230942553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__e-DTTdhB3Q/R1hy4-u92GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1uTRJ-9Wfg4/S220/AV6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
