<?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-5856107984217496971</id><updated>2012-01-27T08:17:22.461-08:00</updated><category term='the path'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Peter Petrelli'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='woman and man'/><category term='Cairo'/><category term='planets'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='forgetfullness'/><category term='magic'/><category term='Heroes'/><category term='sufi'/><category term='einstein'/><category term='gift'/><category term='archangels'/><category term='real stuff'/><category term='Castaneda'/><category term='angels'/><category term='summer'/><category term='sex'/><category term='shaman'/><category term='angel'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='aim'/><category term='personal power'/><category term='another world'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='warior&apos;s way'/><category term='E.D.L. Luton racism nazi'/><category term='healing'/><category term='mindreader'/><category term='hunter'/><category term='wizard'/><category term='economy'/><category term='sacred dance'/><category term='man are from mars and women from venus'/><category term='quote of the day'/><category term='wife'/><category term='Master'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='warlock'/><category term='passion'/><category term='read a book'/><category term='Astrology'/><category term='battle'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='search'/><category term='lucid dream'/><category term='men'/><category term='tip of the day'/><category term='dance of seven veils'/><category term='How to find the perfect girlfriend'/><category term='soulmate'/><category term='love'/><category term='witch'/><category term='money online fast'/><category term='mistery'/><title type='text'>Urban Fairytale</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-3647816149362228577</id><published>2012-01-27T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:17:22.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gli Angeli esistono eccome! The angels are real!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NWqvJKyJnoY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-3647816149362228577?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3647816149362228577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2012/01/gli-angeli-esistono-eccome-angels-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/3647816149362228577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/3647816149362228577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2012/01/gli-angeli-esistono-eccome-angels-are.html' title='Gli Angeli esistono eccome! The angels are real!'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NWqvJKyJnoY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-3896514757883174632</id><published>2012-01-27T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:13:00.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NStyRt19flA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-3896514757883174632?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3896514757883174632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-to-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/3896514757883174632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/3896514757883174632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NStyRt19flA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-4011718644401245339</id><published>2012-01-08T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:46:01.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i feel now?</title><content type='html'>Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita&lt;br /&gt;mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,&lt;br /&gt;ché la diritta via era smarrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dante Alighieri)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-4011718644401245339?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/4011718644401245339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-i-feel-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/4011718644401245339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/4011718644401245339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-i-feel-now.html' title='What i feel now?'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-7175122159180923332</id><published>2011-12-19T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:48:03.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another world'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>If i find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, then only logical explanation is that i was made for another world.&lt;br /&gt;C.S.Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-7175122159180923332?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7175122159180923332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/7175122159180923332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/7175122159180923332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-8302521717272972966</id><published>2011-12-19T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:04:22.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the path'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>The breeze</title><content type='html'>Long long time ago, maybe in another life, I was walking on the streets of Cairo. It was a hot summer afternoon, and everything was still, no wind, nothing moving around. But all at once, I started to feel a refreshing soft breeze. I was looking around and to my surprise, I've seen an young man, and behind him a wonderful angel, his wings moving softly. &lt;br /&gt;Later I ask my teacher why an angel spent his precious time just to take care to not be hot around that person. My master said:&lt;br /&gt;- You know, an angelic gift, no matter how small, come when is needed the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLIxUsbtVIE/Tu9R3EKMGAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6elkRUd8CaE/s1600/angel_smiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLIxUsbtVIE/Tu9R3EKMGAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6elkRUd8CaE/s320/angel_smiling.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-8302521717272972966?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8302521717272972966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/breeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/8302521717272972966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/8302521717272972966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/breeze.html' title='The breeze'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLIxUsbtVIE/Tu9R3EKMGAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6elkRUd8CaE/s72-c/angel_smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-4607061105248242049</id><published>2011-12-06T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:37:57.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man are from mars and women from venus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Stars and signs</title><content type='html'>Something to remember.&lt;br /&gt;When we look to find more about a men, we need to check Sun, Mars and Saturn in houses and signs.When we look to find more about a women, we need to check the Moon, Venus and Neptune. Easy to understand why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-4607061105248242049?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/4607061105248242049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/stars-and-signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/4607061105248242049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/4607061105248242049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/stars-and-signs.html' title='Stars and signs'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-3713579399532113415</id><published>2011-11-27T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T10:29:48.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucid dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archangels'/><title type='text'>The dream</title><content type='html'>"Was it worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;This was his final thought. One entire life fighting with the demons. The real one, hiding amongst the ordinary people. He was one of the few warrior monks left behind to defend the entire mankind. And this was his last thought. And then the light coming around him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was you, not so long ago!" I look around and I see a tall man, blond hair, kindness emanating around him. I knew in that moment, without any doubt, that I am dreaming, and that he is one of the archangels. I knew even his name, but i forget it when i wake up. &lt;br /&gt;"This was you, not so long ago!In another life.That was a time for fighting. Now it is a time for enjoying the life. For happiness. This is my message."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream was fading away. A new day will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-3713579399532113415?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3713579399532113415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/11/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/3713579399532113415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/3713579399532113415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/11/dream.html' title='The dream'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-521194317264962268</id><published>2011-09-30T04:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T04:29:56.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castaneda'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter what one reveals or what one keeps to oneself. Everything we do, everything we are, rests on our personal power. If we don't have enough personal power the most magnificent piece of wisdom can be revealed to us and it won't make a damn bit of difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-521194317264962268?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/521194317264962268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/09/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/521194317264962268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/521194317264962268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-7461540594079584072</id><published>2011-08-22T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T06:58:21.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to find the perfect girlfriend - day 8</title><content type='html'>Nothing happen until now. Everybody agree that I will need to find one. But i still don't know how. Just get a prize for my blog activity (poetry and other stuff like this). Maybe i am too soft for this world. Maybe i need to have more friends, more contacts, a social life? But how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-7461540594079584072?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7461540594079584072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-find-perfect-girlfriend-day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/7461540594079584072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/7461540594079584072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-find-perfect-girlfriend-day-8.html' title='How to find the perfect girlfriend - day 8'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-1344109611420125205</id><published>2011-08-17T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:39:48.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to find the perfect girlfriend'/><title type='text'>How to find the perfect girlfriend - day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3&lt;br /&gt;I finish de work in the morning. Toilet. Shower. Sleep. A call from solicitor about some documents. No time for any little thing. How i will meet Her, if i am not even going out from the house. This is a problem. I do not have any social life for the moment. Playing World of Warcraft in my spare time. Hmmm, god idea, may be she must to know about the game, she played before but she quit now to have more time. For me.  I hope something interesting will happen soon. Shall i start to look on facebook? Advertising? I don't know. See you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-1344109611420125205?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1344109611420125205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-find-perfect-girlfriend-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/1344109611420125205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/1344109611420125205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-find-perfect-girlfriend-day-3.html' title='How to find the perfect girlfriend - day 3'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-6346558982707923219</id><published>2011-08-16T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:40:54.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to find the perfect girlfriend - day 2</title><content type='html'>Today was an ordinary day. Nothing happen. I was with some friend to have a coffee. The coffee shop owner advice me to shave in a different was in order to have a lot of girls looking for me. If it will be so easy. I said to him that i am ready. But after that...i go home, eat, rest a little and go to work. Night shift. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-6346558982707923219?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6346558982707923219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-find-perfect-girlfriend-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/6346558982707923219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/6346558982707923219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-find-perfect-girlfriend-day-2.html' title='How to find the perfect girlfriend - day 2'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-5539549137145741499</id><published>2011-08-15T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:52:28.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to find the perfect girlfriend'/><title type='text'>How to find the perfect girlfriend - day 1</title><content type='html'>What to say, for some this is only a myth. But I will try. She must to know how to drive (because i am such a bad driver), and she must to be awesome at least at 3 things: sex, cooking and bedtime stories. Right now, after finishing to get over few of my past relationships,i am ready. This is day one. I will try different ways to accomplish this task. Am i ready? I don't know. I know what to do? No, of course. And the story begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQyoguBKRM/Tkl463zvERI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jq9M38um0Sw/s1600/amabilitate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" width="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQyoguBKRM/Tkl463zvERI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jq9M38um0Sw/s320/amabilitate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-5539549137145741499?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5539549137145741499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-find-perfect-girlfriend-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/5539549137145741499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/5539549137145741499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-find-perfect-girlfriend-day-1.html' title='How to find the perfect girlfriend - day 1'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQyoguBKRM/Tkl463zvERI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jq9M38um0Sw/s72-c/amabilitate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-5923706553540605653</id><published>2011-07-04T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:28:26.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='einstein'/><title type='text'>Today quote</title><content type='html'>A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-5923706553540605653?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5923706553540605653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/5923706553540605653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/5923706553540605653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-quote.html' title='Today quote'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-6292483906767765979</id><published>2011-06-09T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:19:27.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money online fast'/><title type='text'>Money online</title><content type='html'>I usually like to play a lot of silly games Facebook like. But what i find lately is better than anything. One game in which you can turn your virtual money in real ones. Is easy and a lot of people started to make money with it. If you want to try it, click &lt;a href="http://www.anno1777.com/index.php?i=152299"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-6292483906767765979?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6292483906767765979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/06/money-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/6292483906767765979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/6292483906767765979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/06/money-online.html' title='Money online'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-2627797337000826200</id><published>2011-06-03T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T06:29:57.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman and man'/><title type='text'>Words...</title><content type='html'>A man is a neccessary evil who cut your wings, or the one who give u the power to continue even if tomorow will be like today, and today was the same like yesterday. But most of the times u are not so wise when u must to make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is like a journey, who start again right after we think we are close to finish, and every crossroad bring more questions instead of answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is a mystery, and sometimes, in order to discover her, we discover first ourselves, as men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-2627797337000826200?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2627797337000826200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/06/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/2627797337000826200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/2627797337000826200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/06/words.html' title='Words...'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-2813422877440455035</id><published>2011-05-21T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T00:17:03.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunter'/><title type='text'>Thinking about</title><content type='html'>I still miss my girlfriend. But my aim start to improve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-2813422877440455035?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2813422877440455035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/05/thinking-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/2813422877440455035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/2813422877440455035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/05/thinking-about.html' title='Thinking about'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-1016214663392447368</id><published>2011-02-06T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T03:10:48.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.D.L. Luton racism nazi'/><title type='text'>Under siege</title><content type='html'>What happen to me yesterday? I wake up, i go out to buy something to eat, and...surprise, 4 police cars where at door of my house. Plenty of police man and a lot of guys screaming " E.D.L.! E.D.L.!" . Everywhere around closed, no shop, no bank, nothing was open. Like a city under siege. Huh, It was not really nice, not even trains and buses working as ussualy. And for what reason. More hatred, more tension. Nothing else. This is not England i want to show to my children. Really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-1016214663392447368?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/1016214663392447368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/1016214663392447368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2011/02/under-siege.html' title='Under siege'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-2073643662841310184</id><published>2010-12-14T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T02:12:15.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tip of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Tip of the day - Rent or buy?</title><content type='html'>Is better to pay mortgage than to rent a house. Recent researchers find that cost you 10% less to own your house than to rent one. So, on long term, you can have more money and finish with one own house, instead of keep renting. 8 from 10 persons can afford a house, if you are one of them, better to choose to sit in your own house, in front of your favourite computer, typing facebook login in Google or find more about Lady GaGa or Ke$ha. Nice image, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-2073643662841310184?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2073643662841310184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2010/12/tip-of-day-rent-or-buy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/2073643662841310184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/2073643662841310184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2010/12/tip-of-day-rent-or-buy.html' title='Tip of the day - Rent or buy?'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-8181055859678868703</id><published>2010-11-23T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T03:44:07.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warior&apos;s way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same. &lt;br /&gt;(Castaneda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-8181055859678868703?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8181055859678868703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2010/11/quote-of-day_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/8181055859678868703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/8181055859678868703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2010/11/quote-of-day_23.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-6881288505061796289</id><published>2010-11-23T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T03:38:48.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Three steps to be alright</title><content type='html'>Step one = DONE&lt;br /&gt;Step two = waiting&lt;br /&gt;Step three = waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus step = waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna bet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-6881288505061796289?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6881288505061796289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2010/11/three-steps-to-be-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/6881288505061796289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/6881288505061796289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2010/11/three-steps-to-be-alright.html' title='Three steps to be alright'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-4695123031666161815</id><published>2010-11-22T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:48:49.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgetfullness'/><title type='text'>I'll be back...</title><content type='html'>I forget to write. I forget how to write. But this is not so bad. Very often, we forget to see the world with a child eyes. And is our lost. But i'll be back. Soon enough. The magic is already in the air, enveloping me in a soft breeze, whispering to me to remember everything. I must only keep my eyes wide open. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be back...&lt;br /&gt;...to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-4695123031666161815?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/4695123031666161815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-be-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/4695123031666161815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/4695123031666161815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back...'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-5170830175563977092</id><published>2010-11-22T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:43:46.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Add life to days, not days to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-5170830175563977092?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5170830175563977092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2010/11/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/5170830175563977092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/5170830175563977092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2010/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-7154527153621209034</id><published>2009-11-30T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:43:03.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warior&apos;s way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>Lazy way of thinking</title><content type='html'>If i'm still fighting, the battle is not over yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-7154527153621209034?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7154527153621209034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazy-way-of-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/7154527153621209034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/7154527153621209034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazy-way-of-thinking.html' title='Lazy way of thinking'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-1496265225993137384</id><published>2009-11-19T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:15:15.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phasing out</title><content type='html'>Why we are here? Until when? Is this a trip who last only a moment, one second light in the darkness, one blink of the eye? Where is the beauty, if not in the eye of beholder? Questions without answers. Answers without questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;What are you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you live here?&lt;br /&gt;Do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;Do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-1496265225993137384?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1496265225993137384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/11/phasing-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/1496265225993137384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/1496265225993137384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/11/phasing-out.html' title='Phasing out'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-1401391874548732740</id><published>2009-10-30T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:32:46.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-1401391874548732740?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1401391874548732740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/1401391874548732740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/1401391874548732740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-6124789822218339093</id><published>2009-10-26T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:52:15.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance of seven veils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred dance'/><title type='text'>I always remember...</title><content type='html'>...the day when i meet her once more. It was strange. And funny.&lt;br /&gt;1 mile away it was a concert, i don't remember now who was singing on that beach. The sand was moved in curious shapes only by the wind, and the sea was blue. And quiet. The sun was just a pale light, at the far end of the world. Few moments until he vanished in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she started to dance. But in those moments, she was not a girl dancing, she was the Dance himself. Her moves, and if i looked far away, i  was just seeing the light gattering and glimmering near her. She was dancing in large circles, and each move of her hand was something so intense, like an act of will, capable to make or to destroy worlds made from dream and imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first and last time when i have seen the Dance of Seven Veils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still remember, like a whisper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First for the earth...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked like a tribal dance for me, who bring my memories of a far Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two for the water..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i never has seen such passion and fascination in any dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three for the fire..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything around as was covered by flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four for the air..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wind was around us, teasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Five for the void..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she stopped, but all the nature near us was still dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Six for the wisdom..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really could feel the shockwaves of pure white "something" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seven for the soul. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for a second, i was just her, and she was me. I can't really explain what happen. I forgot to tell that, with every count, some of her clothes was dropped. And after she said "seven..", she just stop, and my mind too. The most beautiful women was in front of me, perfect from any point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If is not possible to meet you in this life, see you in next one!" she said, and gave me an innocent smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the wind blur my vision, and she just disapear. Even now, after 7 years, i still thinking sometimes at that day, and i wish i could say: "Maybe it was just a dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two soft hands cover my eyes, and a familiar voice whisper me:&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-6972834276881475048&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-6124789822218339093?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6124789822218339093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-always-remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/6124789822218339093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/6124789822218339093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-always-remember.html' title='I always remember...'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-9194881382274886627</id><published>2009-10-20T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:42:31.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read a book'/><title type='text'>Pellinor Books</title><content type='html'>One for the singer, hidden in sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;two is the seeker, fleeing from shadows&lt;br /&gt;three is the journey, taken in danger&lt;br /&gt;four are the riddles, answered in Treesong:&lt;br /&gt;earth, fire, water, air&lt;br /&gt;spells you OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fascinating univers from 4000 years ago, from the time when magic still was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/173693"&gt;first&lt;/a&gt; of the 4 books of Pellinor. Try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-9194881382274886627?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/9194881382274886627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/pellinor-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/9194881382274886627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/9194881382274886627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/pellinor-books.html' title='Pellinor Books'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-2500562451830462751</id><published>2009-10-16T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:57:50.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man are from mars and women from venus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Modern wife way of thinking</title><content type='html'>The efficiency expert concluded his lecture with a note of caution. "You don't want to try these techniques at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" asked someone from the back of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I watched my wife's routine at breakfast for years," the expert explained, "She made lots of trips to the refrigerator, stove, table and cabinets, often carrying just a single item at a time. 'Hon,' I suggested, 'Why don't you try carrying several things at once?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice from the back asked, "Did it save time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expert replied, "Actually, yes. It used to take her 20 minutes to get breakfast ready. Now I do it in seven."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-2500562451830462751?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2500562451830462751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/modern-wife-way-of-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/2500562451830462751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/2500562451830462751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/modern-wife-way-of-thinking.html' title='Modern wife way of thinking'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-7803397517166611612</id><published>2009-10-07T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:43:29.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wizard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warlock'/><title type='text'>Powered by PixieDust</title><content type='html'>I was just looking in her deep blue eyes. Late, after that, i just noticed what was so strange. Not her eyes, not her blonde long hair, not even her perfect body. I just released the focus of my view, when i've seen her beautiful colours. It was a intense blood red with short explosions of blue and magenta. I was just thinking: What are you?&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, she start smiling and said to me:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a witch.&lt;br /&gt;I was smiling too.&lt;br /&gt;- If you are a witch, then i'm a wizard.&lt;br /&gt;- Come on! You look more like a russian warlock.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, sorry! I'm so rude. I am Gabriel, one of the last Cloudwalkers. And i'm from Maramures, Romania.&lt;br /&gt;- Trish, wicca aprendice. Maramures you said? Is better than Transilvania. I don't like to see vampires.&lt;br /&gt;-Vampires, there is not such a thing. Is only some fiction in Bram Stoker style.&lt;br /&gt;-There are not vampires like we used to think they are. But you know this very well. I've seen you few time ago. Gathering the force of life from earth and even from tree.&lt;br /&gt;-Lets not talk about this, allright?&lt;br /&gt;-Sure, i have no problem with this.&lt;br /&gt;-Can i offer you a drink, Trish?&lt;br /&gt;-Of course, let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They was chatting along, drinking tea after tea. It was something so familiar, so good, even if they talk about weather, women, men and other not so boring subjects. Two magic hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I must go now, she said.&lt;br /&gt;- I must go too.&lt;br /&gt;- Bye. If you want to meet again, come to the second solstice, at Stonehege.&lt;br /&gt;- May be i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left, after she turn her head only for a moment, and was looking one more time at him. What i can say? Two different wolds colliding, or maybe only one, the same? No one will know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-7803397517166611612?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7803397517166611612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/powered-by-pixiedust.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/7803397517166611612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/7803397517166611612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/powered-by-pixiedust.html' title='Powered by PixieDust'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-8724551627066923508</id><published>2009-10-06T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:19:27.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Petrelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindreader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><title type='text'>Peter</title><content type='html'>-Hello, Peter!&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not Peter.&lt;br /&gt;-You're not? But you look like a Peter. You know anything about Peter Petrelli?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes. I watch Heroes too.&lt;br /&gt;-You are like him. You are care asisstent. You hide some deep secret. I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;-Ok, Mary, i admit, i'm a mind-reader.&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, only that?&lt;br /&gt;-And i can heal, but not so much.&lt;br /&gt;-Damned, i expected more form you.&lt;br /&gt;-That's it. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;-Whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856107984217496971-8724551627066923508?l=oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8724551627066923508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/peter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/8724551627066923508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856107984217496971/posts/default/8724551627066923508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneurbanfairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/peter.html' title='Peter'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542925995423578060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLP1gZKrPos/Ssvap7DaH6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9qv6ARpT2b8/S220/one_tear-707x556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856107984217496971.post-1864526062069255801</id><published>2009-10-06T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:59:50.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>Hello...</title><content type='html'>...To everybody. 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