<?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-242634377728235683</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:42:22.861-07:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='love story'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='loving'/><category term='happy'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Share a Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankof.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/242634377728235683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankof.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687410968993627211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242634377728235683.post-4396305819818000703</id><published>2008-04-13T03:01:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:51:40.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream</title><content type='html'>I was walking on a beautiful island in the middle of the ocean. From the place I was standing at I saw a flash. I went closer and for my big surprise I found a bottle. It didn't look like ordinary one. The round thing in my hands was made of gold. It felt heavy when I picked it up. I was really interested what is it inside. So I opened it.&lt;br /&gt;And all of the sudden a spirit stepped next to me. I felt on the ground. Many thing went through my mind. The worst one was that I opened Pandora's box. Fear took over my mind. Adrenaline flood through my blood. As I was preparing to run away the spirit said: "Thank you! You set me free! My name is Zizu!" I turned around. A smile came on my face. Moving toward him I looked at his deep black eyes. " My name is Johnny! I am happy I helped you find your freedom."- I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I waked up. This morning was a bit different. After drinking my morning coffee I was still feeling everything- the ocean, the spirit, the conversation... My dream made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said to myself: " If this was just a dream my unconscious is doing real good job. And if my unconscious was making this whole thing up, my conscious was supposed to be asleep." This my beloved readers means that I have found peace. Internal balance if you call it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/242634377728235683-4396305819818000703?l=yankof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankof.blogspot.com/feeds/4396305819818000703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=242634377728235683&amp;postID=4396305819818000703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/242634377728235683/posts/default/4396305819818000703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/242634377728235683/posts/default/4396305819818000703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankof.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-walking-on-beautiful-island-in.html' title='A dream'/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687410968993627211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242634377728235683.post-516197270029718820</id><published>2008-04-10T23:51:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:06:37.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do if you win the lottery?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME_ei-p_7fs/R_8oy2aDDLI/AAAAAAAAABI/U4levsAhgcs/s1600-h/lens1343712_wealthone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME_ei-p_7fs/R_8oy2aDDLI/AAAAAAAAABI/U4levsAhgcs/s320/lens1343712_wealthone.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187910149817437362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a point in life where everybody needs just a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself in front of the TV, holding a lottery ticket in your hands and watching the numbers going one by one by one, until you realize that you just won the lottery. What would you do next (if you don't get a strike, of course)? Jump, scream, dance, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about it makes me feel good, knowing some day I might be reading my own article and laughing... holding the winning ticket... can you feel it?!&lt;br /&gt;So what I am going to do with so much money?&lt;br /&gt;First of all I am going to spare big part to my family and my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;   buy a nice house&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME_ei-p_7fs/R_8pz2aDDNI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQXuWC-htGI/s1600-h/butler+carrying+drink+to+gues+of+sandy+lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME_ei-p_7fs/R_8pz2aDDNI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQXuWC-htGI/s320/butler+carrying+drink+to+gues+of+sandy+lane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187911266508934354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   buy a really pretty car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; travel around the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   open a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study at really good university&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat healthy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   donate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are so many. Especially when it comes to spending, we can be very creative.&lt;br /&gt;The times we are living in gives us many opportunities. Nothing can stop us from achieving our dreams. It is just harder. There is always a price we pay. It's something like the joke about the man who asked God to help him win the lottery and God answered him: "If you want to win, You have to buy a ticket first".&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding a lottery ticket in your wallet and asking yourself 'what am I going to do if I win the lottery?', spare a minute and share your thoughts; comments or opinion. Thank you and good luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/242634377728235683-516197270029718820?l=yankof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankof.blogspot.com/feeds/516197270029718820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=242634377728235683&amp;postID=516197270029718820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/242634377728235683/posts/default/516197270029718820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/242634377728235683/posts/default/516197270029718820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankof.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-would-you-do-if-you-win-lottery.html' title='What would you do if you win the lottery?'/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687410968993627211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME_ei-p_7fs/R_8oy2aDDLI/AAAAAAAAABI/U4levsAhgcs/s72-c/lens1343712_wealthone.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242634377728235683.post-5224152988873886889</id><published>2008-04-09T21:30:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:48:59.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>Love in our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ME_ei-p_7fs/R_2kxGaDDFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P8gGavBQBZ0/s1600-h/World_happiness.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ME_ei-p_7fs/R_2kxGaDDFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P8gGavBQBZ0/s320/World_happiness.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187483509241089106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first story is about how love affects our life. Is this feeling just a momentary, is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chemistry&lt;/span&gt; or is it something real? The whole world is ruled by money and sex, but everybody keeps talking and searching for love. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs something to be happy. For some of us 'happy' means going away for a couple a days with our family; for another happiness is loving and being loved by somebody; and even for many other 'happy' means driving a nice car, getting rich  etc.  What makes you happy? Share your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see on the picture the world happiness. The green are the most happy people followed by the blue, purple, orange and the least happy people are shown in red. The sections with gray has no data&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  But what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is lust, attraction, and attachment. Lust exposes people to others, romantic attraction encourages people to focus their energy on mating, and attachment involves tolerating the spouse long enough to rear a child into infancy.&lt;br /&gt;There is still one big BUT! Love is not an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we want when we are in love is just to stay on this cloud forever.&lt;br /&gt;Love gives meaning to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is the right person for me?" Many of you have asked yourselves this question. I'm sure not once. I'll be happy if you post an answer. Anyway I have asked myself many times. Everybody has a certain principles, a certain view of the person they are searching for, a roll-model. But the thing is that we don't find love. Love finds us.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it finds us not at the "right" time or the "right" place, but what exactly right means? Nobody has an answer for that because nobody can predict the feature. Right can be a point of view, good for one and bad for another. For some right is to go with a bomb on your wrist and detonate it so you take your and probably other people's lives. For other right is to follow the unwritten laws of life; the morale laws. For most, right is to be in love. You never know if it's gonna end and when. Because every moment in life comes only once. It's up to you if you are gonna see it and grab it. And so is love. There might be next love, previous love but never the same.  So, there is only one thing left. If somebody has taken a piece of your heart give them your whole. They might be doing the same thing for you. We have a saying: " There is a passenger for every train" So keep smiling ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon with a continue. If you have any comments, thought or stories you would like to share you are very welcome. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/242634377728235683-5224152988873886889?l=yankof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankof.blogspot.com/feeds/5224152988873886889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=242634377728235683&amp;postID=5224152988873886889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/242634377728235683/posts/default/5224152988873886889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/242634377728235683/posts/default/5224152988873886889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankof.blogspot.com/2008/04/share-story.html' title='Love in our lives'/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687410968993627211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ME_ei-p_7fs/R_2kxGaDDFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P8gGavBQBZ0/s72-c/World_happiness.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
