<?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-9287898</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:18:39.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Vision</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-116812217182710294</id><published>2007-01-06T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:48:28.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>مرخصي طولآني و يلدا بازي که دير شده</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;امديم البته بچه ها فعلن يه چند روزه ديگه اضآفه موندن رفتيم و بد نبود ديد و بآزديد ساله نو شو هاي آيروني و دعواهايه لات بازي هموطنها شنيدن موزيک هاي قديمييه داريوش با رهبره ارکستره جديدش که يه پسره ايروني بزرگ شديه اينجاست رو به همه توصيه ميکنم عجب حالي کردم با اين صدا يه تصادف هم کرديم که خسارته جاني نداشت ولي دو تا ماشين داغون شدن باز اين نسله سه يا چهار ايروني رو من ديدم و حالم گرفته شد اين بچه ها همه از دست رفتن کمتر آدمه موفق توشون ميبيني شايد هم من بدببختا شونو هميشه ميبينم چقدر خوب که بيشتر بچه کوچولوها فارسي حرف ميزنن ما که با اين دو تا فارسي حرف ميزنيم نميدنم چرا سختشونه فارسي جواب بدن هوا تو زمستون گرم شده و فعلن حالي مي كنيم کلي بيل اومده که بايد بپردازم مسافرته گروني شد ها بعد از اين دو روز سر کار رفتم هنوز باز جا نيفتدم و رييسه اومده ميگه باز رفتي خوب حاللا باز دو هفته طول ميکشه سر حال شي بيچاره رييسه &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;عجب گزارشه پرت و پلايي شد ولي هنوز زندايم و قدره هوايه خوب رو ميدنيم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;چون اوات و هيوا از من خواستن مينويسم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; وقتي واسه اولين بلر رفتم استرليا و المان به محض ورود گفتم همين بود اين همه سالها تو دلم ميخواست اينجا باشم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;  دو: تو زندگيم هميشه دل رحم و مهربون بودم و هر کمکي از دستم برومده واسه همه کردم هيچ چشمداشتي هم از هيچ کس نداشتم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; سه: از موزيک خوشم مياد مخصوصن خوانندهايه داخل&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; چهار: اسم وطنمو در چندين دانشگاهه اينجا زنده کردم و واسه اين به خودم ميبالم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; 5 :عاشقه خوانودم و پدر مادرم هستم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; 6 :از آدمايه پزي بدم مياد و به اصالت احترام ميذارم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-116812217182710294?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/116812217182710294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/116812217182710294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='مرخصي طولآني و يلدا بازي که دير شده'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-116535081578789894</id><published>2006-12-05T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:36:30.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Covered truth of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6180/563/1600/839522/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6180/563/400/376406/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6180/563/1600/972540/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems,&lt;br /&gt;but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-116535081578789894?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/116535081578789894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/116535081578789894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2006/12/covered-truth-of-life.html' title='Covered truth of life'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-116042734926250141</id><published>2006-10-09T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:55:49.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>مدتي اين مثنوي تنبل شد</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ما همسايه هاي عجيب و غريبي داريم اولن که امدتن از هر مليتي باشن جدا زندگي ميکنن حالا يا آقاه با چند تا بچه تنها زندگي ميکنه خانمه گذاشته رفته صفا يا خانمه تنها هست و آقاه رفته دنباله يکي ديگه يا ول کرده رفته  از شانسه بد ما يه همسايه ايراني هست که دو تا پسر هم دارن که هي تو گوش اين پسر ما ميخونن که ايران اصلاً به درد نميخوره بزرگه بهش گفته اونجا هلوون پارتي نميگيرن و به بچه ها اصلاً شکلات نميدن پسر ديگشون هم گفته اگه اونجا بري سرما بخوري به جاي قرص ميخ به آدم ميزنن  حالا بيا و توضيح بده به اين آقا که نه بابا اينجورييا هم نيست هست?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-116042734926250141?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/116042734926250141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/116042734926250141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='مدتي اين مثنوي تنبل شد'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-115084015801261331</id><published>2006-06-20T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:57:49.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>رفت</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;نه مدتي هست که مهمون نداريم در واقع همه رفتن و من مدتي هست که تنها هستم ولي به زودي يه مرخصي دبش دارم و بقوله انوريها صفا سيتي البته تو اين مدت هم بيكار نبودم ها چند بار اين ايالت اون ايالت واسه کار رفتم ماموريت اما اين دوست ما رفت هم اون باخت هم من يعني بحثه ما برنده نداشت هيچ کس نتونست اين حسو پيدا کنه که حرفش اثري آن چناني داشته البته حالا که رفته ميبينم نه يه جوراي بي حساب و كتاب هم نبوده مثل اينکه دوست من خيلي زود فهميد که اون دنياي خيالي که هميشه تو جونيها ميساختيم اشتباه بوده و هميشه تو زندگي چيزايه با ارزش تري هست که خيلي دير ميفهميم ادما هميشه خوشبختي رو در مقايسه وضع خودشون با ديگران تعريف ميکنن بعد احساس بدبختي يا خوشبختي بهشون دست ميده گاهي چيزايه کوچيکي دور بر هست که چشما نميبينه و خدا ميدونه چقدر با ارزش هست ولي چون هميشه واسه ما چيزه خوب و بعد از قبل تعريف ميشه چشم مون نميبينه تا يه روز ميفهميم که معمولن هم خيلي ديره از قديم به ما تو بازار مي گفتن اين شلور خارجيه و ما هم ميگفتيم  اين همون جيني هست که من دنبالش بودم ما تو زندگي ها مون هميشه مقايسه ميکنيم هيچ وقت نميفهميم چي ما رو خوشحال ميکنه و ما خودمون از چي لذت ميبريم ما لذت رو تعريف شده از دهنه ديگران ميگيريم و بعد ما هم معتقد ميشيم آره اين خوشبختيه حالا اگه به اون تعريف نرسيم هميشه احساس کمبود و بدبختي مي كنيم يه نگاهي دورو برمون ممکنه نشون بده چقدر چيزايه قشنگ داريم که لذت بخشه و ما رو شاد ميکنه و مگه همين مفهومه خوشبختي نيست من ممکنه نتونستم دوستمو قانع کنم در خيلي چيزا ولي سعي کردم واسش باز تعريفي از خوشبختي بکنم سعي کردم نشون بهش بدم که شماها چه چيزا داريد که دلمشغولي هاي يه زندگي خوشبخت ميتونه باشه اون هم موفق شد منو تو بهت و ناباوري بزاره از چيزه که هنوز هم باورش نميکنم من هنوز هم نميتونم باور کنم که خيلي چيزا تو مملکتمون مرده خوب حالا باز بقيش تا دفيه بعد فلن خانم بچه ها رفتن سفر و بايد برم يه فکري واسه شام بکنم خسته شدم از بس سابوي خوردم امشب يه شامه سالادي يا نه امشب نون و پنير ايراني و خيار شايد هم يه کمي هندونه&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-115084015801261331?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/115084015801261331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/115084015801261331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='رفت'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-114807272174650659</id><published>2006-05-19T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:05:21.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>مهماني از شرق در غرب</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اين روزا مهمآنهايي دارم از خونه که سال ها خودش و خانمش در اينه داشتنه زندگي خوب حسرته زندگي در غرب رو داشتن دارم ميچرخونمشون اينور اون ور و با واقعياته&lt;/span&gt; زندگ&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ي در غرب آشناشون ميکنم يواش يواش حضور واقعيات رو در چهرها شون ميبينم بعدن سعي ميکنم بيشتر بنويسم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-114807272174650659?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114807272174650659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114807272174650659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='مهماني از شرق در غرب'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-114417959667756957</id><published>2006-04-04T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:39:56.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 بدر</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;عجب 13 بدري 60 دلار داديم واسه چلوکباب سوخته کلي گرما خورديم و عرق کرديم بعد هم کلي پز عالي شنيديم و خلاصه خسته رسيديم خونه بجاش هم رسيديم بچه ها خوابيدن اينش خيلي خوب بود&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-114417959667756957?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114417959667756957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114417959667756957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2006/04/13.html' title='13 بدر'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-114357824263360238</id><published>2006-03-28T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:44:30.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>خوبي و بدي ميمونه يادگار</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;تو صحنه غريبه زندگي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;هممون در نقش يک بازيگريم &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;هممون پشت نگاه سورتک &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;هميشه از صبح تا شب قايم ميشيم &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;واسه پنهون کردن گريه هامون &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;روي قلبو روحمون خط ميکشيم &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;تويه پشت صحنه دنياي ما &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;خوبي و بدي ميمونه يادگار&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;زندگي براي ما يه خاطره هست از تمام قصه هاي روزگار&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-114357824263360238?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114357824263360238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114357824263360238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_28.html' title='خوبي و بدي ميمونه يادگار'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-114323085007805066</id><published>2006-03-24T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:10:54.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ساله نو همه مبارک باشه</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ساله نو همه مبارک باشه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مرسي &lt;a href="http://azkhod-bakhish.blogspot.com/"&gt;شهره&lt;/a&gt; جان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-114323085007805066?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114323085007805066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114323085007805066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='ساله نو همه مبارک باشه'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-114303874163489448</id><published>2006-03-22T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T06:55:36.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sale Nou Mobarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was going to type that my dear "Readers" happy new year but then I laughed and found that I do have almost a very very few readers but then again I said well that is enough and quality is better than quantity (hahahahahah) anyway, leave it, happy new year, look out, see the sunshine, life goes on, let we move too and feel alive, lets start another brand new day, who knows things may change in any minute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zende bashid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-114303874163489448?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114303874163489448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114303874163489448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2006/03/sale-nou-mobarak.html' title='Sale Nou Mobarak'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-114182997021210462</id><published>2006-03-08T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T07:04:44.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today that I read about ladys day in weblogs, I noticed that there are few ladies around me in where I work and I never saw them as a woman!!!! but just a colleage!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new teacher of my son is bothering him a lot, everyday he comes home he says he got time-out which is very bad though he is very polite kid. Last night his grandma called me and worried about him and asked me talk to his teacher, it is very interesting about his grandma way of thinking, she told me tell them who you are!!!! and what you do!!!! that would affect them!!!! she thinks based on her experience in California this works I am a bit confused but maybe I write a letter to his teacher and indirectly prominate this that how we spend time for him and how considering boy he is and things work by encouraging than punishing, still confused what to do. Though I know he is in his highest age of being naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife found that if we want our little second kid stop breast feeding (she is about 2 years now but hates dummy and make mum as dummy, so they say Dad should start feed him at night by bottle then she will start to get used to it so yesterday evening I show her my breast and said to her that ok from now on it is you and me no mum any more she looked at me by quite understandable surprise and confused look like go to hell or as we used to say back home, "Boro tou in kare nisti". Gee I smiled and went to bed and leave her to her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask my kids who do you want or like more between your mum and dad, typical question ask usually from kids in Iran, my son always say both though we never said anything to him at all. what kind of question is this anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-114182997021210462?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114182997021210462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/114182997021210462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-and-there.html' title='Here and there'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-113761460849124799</id><published>2006-01-18T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:08:13.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weather and us</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Indeed weather has close relationship with our mood. Out there it is sunny but feels quite cold, even smoking a cigarette does not feel right. Today in fact these days I do not feel that much working even my boss got it cause he said you still have jet leg and he is right my mind is still cold and I donot get into mood to work and innovation it requires after the new year holidays. Even this last weekend CHELOKABAB in "all you can eat" did not do the job.&lt;br /&gt;I need one of those tea my mum used to bring for me, call me mumy boy it is ok if that makes you feel ok, I missed those tea and secret look of my father on me as when I look at him he tries not to look at me and when I am immersed by something else he watch me again.&lt;br /&gt;I want tea, those tea with cube sugar around it no matter what they say about sugar at all, I want that nap under sunshine in corridor of house when mum tries to keep kids away not to make me awake.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not have them, I just have a coffee right on my desk here now and bunch of people who thinks very realistic in life and try to see how to make more money which they never be able to do and whatever they do they think is the latest finding in science and same time scare of sharing their thought with anybody, have you noticed here people scare to share their thoughts with each other however if you ask them soemthing they try to show off and say how much they know about life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-113761460849124799?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/113761460849124799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/113761460849124799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2006/01/weather-and-us.html' title='weather and us'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-113327525467430634</id><published>2005-11-29T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T06:47:43.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sociable man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These days every where I drive around, especially early in the morning, I see a man waving to all cars in the neighbourhood and flashing his shop bilboard, that is first time I see somebody advertise his shop like this to people and was not just pleasant to me but for any car pasing I noticed, this weekend I was passing from his shop and I saw loads of cars parking there trying to buy their stuff from him.&lt;br /&gt;I juse remembered that old depressed frowning man in my home town grocery and then tried to find why such a difference!!. Though I missed that scary frowning man too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-113327525467430634?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/113327525467430634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/113327525467430634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/11/sociable-man.html' title='A sociable man'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-113140085491177720</id><published>2005-11-07T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T06:48:41.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Has it happened to you&lt;br /&gt;You are insisting that your country is good, people are nice, food is good, you can still have a decent life in there, there still many values back there to stick to them and make the life with more colors, there are still many nice people live there and then they keep saying you are wrong even those close friends!!&lt;br /&gt;And you do not know that you are right or you just fooling yourself, you do not know that it is you who have been away from home long time and got lost or them!&lt;br /&gt;I am in this world at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-113140085491177720?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/113140085491177720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/113140085491177720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/11/breaking.html' title='breaking'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-112664568870299374</id><published>2005-09-13T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T14:08:08.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckle up man buckle up</title><content type='html'>From now on in our area cars would be stopped to check by police make sure that your kids are safe in the car. See we are stopped here too, anyway, I was asked to change the way I use the seat belt as I used to do it for the kids, but the funny part was my son who keep asking them Why I should use seat belt? and for every explanation from the officer, he again asked "but Why", the guy was kind of 100 degree hot and could not answer any more to this little rat of mine, and finally gave up and said is not it your bed time by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Now he do it quickly as he jump to the car cause he thinks otherwise they charge me and Dady would not have enough money then to buy his favorite choclate.&lt;br /&gt;So you see we are stopped too!!! &lt;br /&gt;take care, I 'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-112664568870299374?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/112664568870299374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/112664568870299374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/09/buckle-up-man-buckle-up.html' title='Buckle up man buckle up'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-112343827722910565</id><published>2005-08-07T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T11:11:17.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>You have a tv connected to cable or dish, you get hundreds of channels, but you just keep cliking on it, some good, some bad, but you just keep wandering around, you never follow a movie, hardly you do it. Then again remember you had 3 or 5 channels and each night you follow some soap or movies. Which one you like more?&lt;br /&gt;You can go to Iran and say we have a TV with 200 channels, though you know that you never enjoy as they enjoy with few channels. This is a simplest possible difference between out and in, the art is to know how to enjoy, if you do no matter where you live you can use it, if not again no matter where you live even with loads of channels you cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Still want to come here?! Do not believe most of them who what they only know is POZ to people back home, they are already lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-112343827722910565?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/112343827722910565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/112343827722910565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-112320233692711067</id><published>2005-08-04T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T17:38:56.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And life still goes on</title><content type='html'>Sallam&lt;br /&gt;how u doing, I am terrible in selling things when I buy it, but I managed to sell my car and get another car and this wasted a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;I like this new song of Mohsen Chavoshi(load it here in the blog), I am more up to singers of inside the country than outside but I am afraid the quality of their music record is not very good most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I am still alive and challenge with life, though I needed to change my eyeglass, I am no more able to read anything anymore without glass, and now whenever I put them on my son tell me, Dad are you old? what I am supposed to say to him! I only know that women see their age in the mirror and men feel it, do I feel it? is your question ey? well I still have apetite for many things, I still like to travel more to publish more and everywhere proudly say that I am from Iran, no, I feel it for many things but feeling very young to do more for my kids and my country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-112320233692711067?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/112320233692711067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/112320233692711067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-life-still-goes-on.html' title='And life still goes on'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-111970104994932462</id><published>2005-06-25T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T06:00:21.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you no matter what</title><content type='html'>Through many years I learned not to talk about what I do not know, I do not rely on feeling of knowledge, I need to understand every details to claim that I know and I can talk about it, but this time I skip and talk about something that I might be wrong and that is the election in our country.&lt;br /&gt;Last 20 years I have gone every other year to visit my family sometimes alone and sometimes with my family. My wife hardly goes out when we go there, she rathers to enjoy company of my family around, as I cannot be away from job for long so we stay for a very limited time. When we go, there are many occasions to invite us, among them young family members try to take us to their parties. I hardly get convinced to go but once I did accompanied with my wife. As soon as we went there, I was shocked, quite shocked, am I really in Iran or in a show!! almost none of them knew us at all, and their first glance gave this idea to me and my wife that they telling themselves who the hell are these people, kind of pif pif, look at their clothes!!! we were wearing a very very simple clothes as we always do, to them we did not belong to there!! We were a little be uncomfortable but we understood them later, very soon when they got who we are, attitudes changed as simple as this!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I noticed from my trips back home that there is an increasing difference trend in terms of economy between various group of people, I noticed how they do everything to gain more, how spoiled youngs fool around and many other youngs thought that they need to be like those spoiled ones to be happy. To be fortune has lost its meaning there and one could do nothing about it, there are somethings that one should experience by himself to accept it, I am afraid. I felt lots of hate and bad words against each other among my fellow country people. Why should they have this or that and we donot was many times I heard there. &lt;br /&gt;Its about time to start again to love each other no matter who we are, what we believe, no matter what has happened, whats happening and what would happen, as long as we keep coutesy for each other, as long as we love each other as orginally from same country, if we learn this I DO believe we ALL 70 million would be winner, that is not my rule but the Nature mechanism and rule. We should support each other, we should teach to those who try to steal that they just need to ask, we should teach each other that I love you no matter what, lets help each other if I can or if you can.&lt;br /&gt;By the way couple of days ago somebody here told me what is the favorite beer in your country!!!! (I was telling to myself who the hell are you that still donot know nothing about iran) anyway I told him, well they call it "DOUG", he said, after few challenges to correctly pronounce it, Wowww how can we get couple of them, (hala bia dorostesh kon) I said well as there is no good relation between the countries they do not sell it to here!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zende Bashid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-111970104994932462?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/111970104994932462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/111970104994932462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-you-no-matter-what.html' title='I love you no matter what'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-111736876789770964</id><published>2005-05-29T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T05:12:47.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how U doing?</title><content type='html'>sallam&lt;br /&gt;1- I should have started from scratch, I mean I should read last 20 years published papers to find out what is going on, I have this ambition that I am the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I traveled two times while I was away, first London, never liked its weather, but I should to visit a company there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I also went to Vietnam, very very beautiful, amazing trip, I should do some research cooperation, interesting while I was there, I was asked to be escorted with a policeman and and his exepenses like hotel and food should be paid by me!!! very funny, but it was so cheap a fair hotel is about 5$ per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- One night I went on yahoo messanger, chatted with 2 people, first an inside country iranian lady, who thinks Iranians girls outside are doing too much (Make-up etc)!!! and I convinced her that she is quite wrong, then a guy from Thailand who wanted to go to Iran asked me various questions, and keep telling me that he is a young first hand!! guy!! you may guess the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still carrying the jet leg and hopefully soon my sleep timing would be ok again&lt;br /&gt;I tried off and on read your weblog and would keep doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-111736876789770964?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/111736876789770964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/111736876789770964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-u-doing.html' title='how U doing?'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-111369098538383540</id><published>2005-04-16T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T15:44:28.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizzy Bizzy</title><content type='html'>I am quite busy and would be tight for few weeks or even monthes, difficult to catch up but I DO read your scripts and try to write down some comments off and on for you.&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me for a while then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-111369098538383540?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/111369098538383540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/111369098538383540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/04/bizzy-bizzy.html' title='Bizzy Bizzy'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-111112056470613691</id><published>2005-03-17T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:36:04.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowruz</title><content type='html'>Happy NOWRUZ to everybody. Best wishes for all of you and your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-111112056470613691?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/111112056470613691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/111112056470613691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/03/nowruz.html' title='Nowruz'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-111066413591708310</id><published>2005-03-12T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T13:51:11.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>It is not much difficult to be and feel happy, but problem start when you want to be more happy than others you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it whoever said this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-111066413591708310?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/111066413591708310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/111066413591708310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/03/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110949324437428755</id><published>2005-02-27T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:34:04.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still nothing we know</title><content type='html'>They say &lt;br /&gt;when you get your first degree, you think you know everything&lt;br /&gt;when you get your master, you find you know nothing&lt;br /&gt;when you get your phd, you find nobody know anything&lt;br /&gt;when you do couple of postdocs, you think you know one thing&lt;br /&gt;when you established yourself, then you find that half age of science is just 17 years, so what you learned is already dead!!&lt;br /&gt;how depressing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But end of the day when you see your kids around, you feel are doing something for them and a very very very tiny miny improvement to science. Thats enough then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110949324437428755?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110949324437428755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110949324437428755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/02/still-nothing-we-know.html' title='Still nothing we know'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110874917400237769</id><published>2005-02-18T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T09:52:54.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>these days</title><content type='html'>I am writing a proposal for a big grant, as I was asked, it should be as much international and involving many diciplines as possible, at least 5 years job for all who would get involved, on my desk there are about 170 papers which I am half through, every sentence should be written with lots of fuss cause I should defend every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This valentine my son got loads of chock and cards, hope everybody realize that it is not just for love in what everybody think, but to teach how to love each other, family, neighbours, friends, anybody we know and start it at even my son age. Why should we Iranize it, this is a global day, and nice, so everybody should enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard that cancer can be transfered? they found such a thing in animals in Australia!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110874917400237769?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110874917400237769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110874917400237769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/02/these-days.html' title='these days'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110824091456643308</id><published>2005-02-12T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:56:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali MolayeMan</title><content type='html'>Listen to Farmana    ------------------------&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110824091456643308?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110824091456643308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110824091456643308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/02/ali-molayeman_12.html' title='Ali MolayeMan'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110759972551256879</id><published>2005-02-05T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T02:35:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Business</title><content type='html'>My father used to be a surgeon, he does not practice anymore because of his shakey hands as he is quite old now, the second generation of family also are bloody except me with clean hands, all these makes them not to come and give us a visit so often otherwise they lose MONEY!!! especially my sister is very "KERMAKY" and she stops my parents too cause she needs them there, today I had a call from one of 3rd generation of family that her younger son has f... up her lovely car and just banged to a light post near their house, to show my sister how I am sad for her, I send this file to her, you may watch it too, sometimes you have to act like evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iranswiss.com/media/iranswiss2.wmv"&gt;Watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110759972551256879?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110759972551256879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110759972551256879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/02/bloody-business.html' title='Bloody Business'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110714126068560701</id><published>2005-01-30T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T19:14:20.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>Once a month all kids in my son pre-school set a day named "Hair Day" this day they should color their hairs or make it as strange as possible, (like once upon a time,... when we were kid!!!!!!!) this past friday, his mum was busy and not home so I should have do the job and take him to school, anyway, based on my top beauty experience in my school (!!!!) I got jel, wax, and all those stuff for this little "Fingili", after spending sometime, he just said no, take me to my mum you do not know how to do it!!!, I found one of those pictures on Net and showed him that Ok how about this style, he said ok, the again, ..., and again he said Nope, and get tired and angry that I am late for school and ask for his mum, anyway you may see me calling his mum, got an address taking this little one to one of those beauty girls (obviously his favourite!!) then his "Nags" changed to grins on his lips and all "Ger o Gamze" for this girl who made his hair, and he was so happy, when he finally got to school.&lt;br /&gt;Then this remind me of those days that we should shave our hairs, and put "YAGANI" do you remmeber such a thing folks? and now... which one is wrong? that one was wrong or this one is wrong? or nothing is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Time to say for me "once upon a time.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110714126068560701?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110714126068560701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110714126068560701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/01/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110706587827386523</id><published>2005-01-29T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:26:23.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photolog.rootooshbashi.com/axblog/pool-500t.jpg"&gt;Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110706587827386523?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110706587827386523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110706587827386523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/01/secret-love.html' title='Secret Love'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110686389047594362</id><published>2005-01-27T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:17:23.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is coming again</title><content type='html'>Spring is coming again&lt;br /&gt;shall we put smile on every lips&lt;br /&gt;Smiling lips bring spring anywhere anytime&lt;br /&gt;lets put smile on every lips&lt;br /&gt;you even do not need to pay anything for that&lt;br /&gt;Spring is coming again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I loaded new song of dariush here too, enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110686389047594362?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110686389047594362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110686389047594362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/01/spring-is-coming-again.html' title='Spring is coming again'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110658326325158904</id><published>2005-01-24T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T08:14:23.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>She: what's most important in life to you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: My life&lt;br /&gt;She: smiles and disappear&lt;br /&gt;Me: she knows she and my kids are my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you from those people who look back to your life, what you done? what and when something went wrong? what I did right? where am I standing in life from now within next 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;Is not this the best book to read? best friend to help? But with one condition never get depressed, fight for what you want, you will get it, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110658326325158904?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110658326325158904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110658326325158904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110644249462454752</id><published>2005-01-22T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:26:17.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those colds!</title><content type='html'>Sallam&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying I have got old and you say no. Well I got a very bad cold last couple of days and first things kick at people like me is chest infection, (how to quit smoking!! when I get ready?) and all you need to do is just fighting with it and of course haveing loads of turnip (Shalgam). Anyway I could not accompany a group from here to Sydney university, but one of my PhD students did the job and she knows what to do, in fact she was more than happy that I pay for her and she will go, and I was more than happy that I am not going, of course I didnot pay it from my pocket but from our project. So up to now, 1-nil to my son. But these days that I hardly was able even to go to univ. I did a good thing I called several of my friends back from my highschool time, so happy that most of them doing well. One thing which amazed me was how different we are now, the thing is that sex is a serious isssue in iran, well I am not against it but ... come on when you settled down, got kids around, still need to pull up your face and see who is passing right in front of you??, there should be a day in your life that you pass, and no notice, then that is the day to settle down for you with love of your life, the other thing was that they do have good life but they are still demanding more, hmmmm but generally all of them sounded happy to me, except they do not know where they heading!! even some of highly educated ones.&lt;br /&gt;you see guys, one day comes to see that you are not one of them, either here or there, and then you feel you lost. Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110644249462454752?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110644249462454752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110644249462454752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-of-those-colds.html' title='One of those colds!'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110499341293593580</id><published>2005-01-05T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:36:52.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sliding doors" a movie</title><content type='html'>Have you seen this movie? let me tell you about this movie a little bit, though not a new movie at all. But there is something in it nice to think!!!&lt;br /&gt;In this movie a lady get ready to go for a job interview, she rush to metro (or undrground or subway or anything you may call it) but at the last moment she is pushed by a gentleman, her bag dropps down and while she tries to get her bag, the sliding doors close and train goes off and she has to wait for next one.&lt;br /&gt;In this movie, two movies showing at same time, so stop here with first episode, in the next episode this lady can catch the train on time same time as that gentleman get on the train, now here the lady and that gentleman sit close and finally talk and etc etc and she not only get on time to job interview but also get married finllay to that man and very good life.&lt;br /&gt;Now lets get back to the first one: after she lost the interview and job, she could not meet that gentleman, she finally get a job in a resturant and she lives in not a very good situation.&lt;br /&gt;Now the difference between these two fates are just few seconds of a slidning doors but a huge impact on her life.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that few seconds can have such a grate impact in our life?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that life and fate is like this?&lt;br /&gt;I agree that the life can simple change within few seconds delay or rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110499341293593580?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110499341293593580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110499341293593580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/01/sliding-doors-movie.html' title='&quot;Sliding doors&quot; a movie'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110467464715702810</id><published>2005-01-02T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T06:04:07.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sallam</title><content type='html'>Jaye hamatun khali Las vegas budim, khosh gozasht&lt;br /&gt;the hotles were indeed expensive but my father-in-law had the honor!!! to pay. The most exciting part for me was when my shy son who never ever dance, shake it up with one music, I put it on my blog to listen and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;looks like I have a lot to read in your blogs, then let me read.&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110467464715702810?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110467464715702810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110467464715702810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2005/01/sallam.html' title='Sallam'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110396957368905043</id><published>2004-12-25T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T02:12:53.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what??</title><content type='html'>I am a little bit tight these holidays, but I believe it would be very helpfull to all of us, all singles and married ones to follow up my last mail subject not just here but in your blogs too, I will write about it more later.&lt;br /&gt;but as I wrote: Guess what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/attitude2/showletter2_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110396957368905043?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110396957368905043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110396957368905043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2004/12/guess-what_25.html' title='Guess what??'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110331329540826196</id><published>2004-12-17T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T11:54:55.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She and Me</title><content type='html'>She is vegetarian, I eat meat&lt;br /&gt;She hates greasy food, I love greasy Makarouni and Kabab&lt;br /&gt;She loves shopping, I hate it&lt;br /&gt;She is white and fair, I am, ammm, dark, typical Irani&lt;br /&gt;She loves changing pampers and nappies, I hate doing that&lt;br /&gt;She believes this is one of those things make you close to your kid, I say no way, excuse me honey&lt;br /&gt;She is more American, I am more Irani&lt;br /&gt;She listens mostly English songs, I listen mostly Irani&lt;br /&gt;She sits long hours reading books, I sit long hours in front of PC&lt;br /&gt;She hardly talks about others, I talk a lot&lt;br /&gt;She loves movies form 16th century, I love scifi. movies&lt;br /&gt;She tries to match her clothes when she goes out, I just take the cleanest one&lt;br /&gt;She is here with all her family, and I am not&lt;br /&gt;She grew up here, I grew up there&lt;br /&gt;She is very calm, I am always in rush&lt;br /&gt;She is very good in finding addresses, I am always lost if she is not around&lt;br /&gt;She thinks before any talk, I !!! also try to do the same&lt;br /&gt;BUT:&lt;br /&gt;She loves me, and I love her&lt;br /&gt;She is my wife, and I am her husband&lt;br /&gt;when I am down she comes with phone pass it to me and says it's your Mum on the phone&lt;br /&gt;she gives me space when I want to be alone and I let her too when she needs it&lt;br /&gt;She never asks me why? but if you like to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;she is always there if I need, and I am always away from home somewhere else on this planet&lt;br /&gt;We talk if there is a problem and we think what is the best for the whole family (3+1) when we discuss things&lt;br /&gt;She is a brave lady, much more than me!!&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the best, and I always think whatever I do for her is not enough&lt;br /&gt;She thinks I am a good father and husband and devoted to my family&lt;br /&gt;She and Me try to do our best for people who knows and understand "Love"&lt;br /&gt;She and Me try to be helpfull to others&lt;br /&gt;She and Me wish to provide education opportunities for all kids of our origin country&lt;br /&gt;She and Me believe that if we consider others rights, they do the same to us, if not we leave them alone&lt;br /&gt;We think if our family says something to any of us, that would be fair and good as long as it benefits all our small family&lt;br /&gt;We think we should respect our past, do our best at present and enjoy it and think nice about future   &lt;br /&gt;Before anything we try to be a good friend for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to music of &lt;a href="http://lonely-tree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arash&lt;/a&gt; blog while writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110331329540826196?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110331329540826196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110331329540826196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2004/12/she-and-me.html' title='She and Me'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110292286862767250</id><published>2004-12-12T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T23:27:48.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of "MIKH"</title><content type='html'>My son has just once and all visited Iran. When we took him home, he got a flu, my wife could not manage him at home and asked me to take him to hospital due to high fever. They gave him a shot there which made him cry for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Now if anybody ask him&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in Iran? he says "yes"&lt;br /&gt;and if you ask him "did you like it?" he would say:&lt;br /&gt;(he points his finger towards his BASSANE MOBARAK and says:&lt;br /&gt;Injaye adam mikh mizanan!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting how in any aspect of life, at any age, the first impression is very very important, be careful about that. In your new job, meeting people for first time, or etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110292286862767250?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110292286862767250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110292286862767250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2004/12/story-of-mikh.html' title='Story of &quot;MIKH&quot;'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110266084654797541</id><published>2004-12-09T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:40:46.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey be more responsible </title><content type='html'>You are what you say&lt;br /&gt;you are what you write&lt;br /&gt;you are what you eat&lt;br /&gt;you are how you eat&lt;br /&gt;you are how you talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you say something you have to consider that everything has a consquence which you should accept it, are you ready for that? if not why did you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time I was in Iran I noticed many just say something for the sake of saying it, they do not think about what they gonna say, a little bit taste it in their mouth and then spit it out!! and then they do not accept the consquence of what they said. Why they are like this I do not understand. People! either dont say anything and if you say then consider its consquences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110266084654797541?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110266084654797541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110266084654797541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2004/12/hey-be-more-responsible.html' title='hey be more responsible '/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110231093952448107</id><published>2004-12-05T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T23:01:31.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more to support</title><content type='html'>Conrad is a colleague of mine joined me on our way from Florida to Georgia. Lots of reports and talks and presentations these days. Busy busy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Conrad: Did you go to love hotels in tokyo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: no, of course not you know me&lt;br /&gt;Conrad: you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: why should I? I see them but never used them as it supposed&lt;br /&gt;Conrad: So what the hell did you do all these times in there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I set up a blog? and I put some add in it so people click and I make money and I send them to few kids back in Iran for their education.&lt;br /&gt;Conrad: How much money did you make up to now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 2.30 $&lt;br /&gt;Conrad: laugh laugh laugh (made me carzy)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shut up, well and I laugh laugh laugh&lt;br /&gt;Conrad: explain me about these kids support&lt;br /&gt;Me: blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Conrad: Hmmmm, My wife and I may join you for 2 more kids, how nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, now 2 + 2 = 4&lt;br /&gt;can I build few school one day in my life in Iran? or support 10000 kids!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me calling home:&lt;br /&gt;Son: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sallam&lt;br /&gt;Son: Hi&lt;br /&gt;Me: I canot hear you&lt;br /&gt;Son: Sillam&lt;br /&gt;Inahm ba in lahjeye dehatish marou koshte&lt;br /&gt;Me: put your mum on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Son: Tu Koojaiee? (ba lahjeye fogoalde dehati bekhunid)&lt;br /&gt;Son: Bia pishe man, man strong shudam, bia Bijangim!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BANG, (he JINGID ba telephone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110231093952448107?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110231093952448107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110231093952448107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2004/12/2-more-to-support.html' title='2 more to support'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110175104465190990</id><published>2004-11-29T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T10:11:59.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is so obssesed with animals in cartoons</title><content type='html'>His mum says he finally choose "zoo doorman" as his job. He keep asking me take him to Africa, he wants to play with elephants!!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;These days I try to spend most of my time with him, we both enjoy a lot and of course the lady of the house is busy, soon we gonna have the second one, somehow I feel like old families with loads of kids, we heading that way!!!, but I LOVE KIDS, though 2 is enough. These days kids are very expensive, all money goes to them and sometimes you wish and scratch like pregnant ladies you just have one free hour to read a paper. However, end of the day, sometimes they make you laugh that with no rate of money you are able to re-produce it. take it from me as father.&lt;br /&gt;By the way I draw an eyeglas on his eyes, looks like I am a good painter is not it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/attitude2/1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110175104465190990?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110175104465190990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110175104465190990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2004/11/he-is-so-obssesed-with-animals-in.html' title='He is so obssesed with animals in cartoons'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110144513754769846</id><published>2004-11-25T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:58:57.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks...</title><content type='html'>Roasted turkey, Cranberry sauce, electric cutter in father-in-law hand, MASHTI-potato, Sun on your knee, your beloved with a bumpy-tommy who blinks at you every few minutes walking aorund, young girls and boys who are still happy with their gifted Japanese electronic toys and mother and sisters-in law take care of you and brother in-law who still nagging your son crashed my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;And I am thinking that soon I should fly towards east coast. But lets enjoy NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110144513754769846?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110144513754769846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110144513754769846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanks_25.html' title='Thanks...'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110119486903704804</id><published>2004-11-22T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T01:12:10.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SUN is happy then all family are happy</title><content type='html'>Ok back to family after a while which was kind of new experience in fact first time to be away from family, when you still donot have any kid around well you manage to be away!! you are not worry that much as your beloved one is a grown up and mostly with her family and she is more amused than when you are there and expecting ready meal most of the days!! but when kids come then it is kind of different, the more they get dependent to you the more ... you and you try to convince yourself that you need to make money and blah blah blah but then a day comes that you cannot go on any more and you get back, it is very beautifull to love family both your next generation and your old generation as your mum and dad, now I understand that after all these years and though every couple of years I go back home and visit them, still Mum says are you coming back one day home and live here, and this burns my heart but ...&lt;br /&gt;Ok see how my son is happy now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myvision2.mypicgallery.com/attitude2/picture-009_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myvision2.mypicgallery.com/attitude2/picture-003_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110119486903704804?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110119486903704804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110119486903704804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2004/11/sun-is-happy-then-all-family-are-happy.html' title='The SUN is happy then all family are happy'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110119398163960700</id><published>2004-11-22T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:13:01.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brand new day</title><content type='html'>Hi there again, somehow I lost everything of my blog, thanks to Blogger support I got most things back but not all. Anyway ou may change a little bit as the address of this blog as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attitude2.blogspot.com"&gt;http://attitude2.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (Old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attitude3.blogspot.com"&gt;http://attitude3.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (new)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a back up is what I always suggest but forgot to say it to mself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110119398163960700?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110119398163960700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110119398163960700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2004/11/brand-new-day.html' title='A brand new day'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287898.post-110119314304543408</id><published>2004-11-22T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:59:03.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9287898-110119314304543408?l=attitude3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110119314304543408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9287898/posts/default/110119314304543408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attitude3.blogspot.com/2004/11/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Another Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374192563883186394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.prolithic.com/graphics/out_acc/ptech/attitude.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
