<?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-14059890</id><updated>2012-02-19T13:32:21.557+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Мушкато</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Par</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112710714573233874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1948875534027268875</id><published>2012-02-17T22:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T22:00:17.948+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of the life: Who am I, darling for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;And meet me there, bundles of flowers, we wait through the hours of cold&lt;br /&gt;Winter shall howl at the walls, tearing down doors of time&lt;br /&gt;Shelter as we go&lt;br /&gt;And promise me this; you'll wait for me only, scared of the lonely arms&lt;br /&gt;Surface, far below these words&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe I'll come home&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, darling to you?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Going to tell you stories of mine&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, darling for you?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Could be a burden in time, lonely&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, to you?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, darling for you?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Going to be a burden&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, darling to you?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I come alone here&lt;br /&gt;I come alone here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1948875534027268875?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1948875534027268875/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1948875534027268875' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1948875534027268875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1948875534027268875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2012/02/ost-of-life-who-am-i-darling-for-you.html' title='OST of the life: Who am I, darling for you?'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-89029746884371421</id><published>2012-02-14T20:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:32:26.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>turning 27 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Close enough to start a war&lt;br /&gt;All that I have is on the floor&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;All that I say, you always say more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up with your turning tables&lt;br /&gt;Under your thumb I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't rescue you to just desert me&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you the heart you think you gave me&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye to turning tables&lt;br /&gt;To turning tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under haunted skies I see you (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Where love is lost your ghost is found&lt;br /&gt;I braved a hundred storms to leave you&lt;br /&gt;As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up with your turning tables&lt;br /&gt;Under your thumb I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't rescue you to just desert me&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you the heart you think you gave me&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye to turning tables&lt;br /&gt;Turning tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll be braver&lt;br /&gt;I'll be my own savior&lt;br /&gt;When the thunder calls for me&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll be braver&lt;br /&gt;I'll be my own savior&lt;br /&gt;Standing on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you close enough to hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't rescue you to just desert me&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you the heart you think you gave me&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye to turning tables&lt;br /&gt;To turning tables&lt;br /&gt;Turning tables, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Turning, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-89029746884371421?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/89029746884371421/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=89029746884371421' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/89029746884371421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/89029746884371421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2012/02/turning-27.html' title='turning 27 ...'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-9038299934371408102</id><published>2012-01-27T23:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:40:12.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready</title><content type='html'>Ние не сме готови да остареем.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-9038299934371408102?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/9038299934371408102/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=9038299934371408102' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/9038299934371408102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/9038299934371408102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-ready.html' title='Not ready'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7633570387936382892</id><published>2012-01-12T22:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:42:44.992+02:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Довери се на този, който може да види три неща в теб:Тъгата зад усмивката ти! Любовта зад гнева ти! И смисъла зад мълчанието ти!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7633570387936382892?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7633570387936382892/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7633570387936382892' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7633570387936382892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7633570387936382892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-2165780477118991420</id><published>2011-12-19T20:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:15:54.061+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of the life: Para-para-prardise dreams</title><content type='html'>When she was just a girl&lt;br /&gt;She expected the world&lt;br /&gt;But it flew away from her reach so&lt;br /&gt;She ran away in her sleep &lt;br /&gt;and dreamed of &lt;br /&gt;Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise&lt;br /&gt;Every time she closed her eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-2165780477118991420?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/2165780477118991420/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=2165780477118991420' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2165780477118991420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2165780477118991420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/12/ost-of-life-para-para-prardise-dreams.html' title='OST of the life: Para-para-prardise dreams'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4379413911606238800</id><published>2011-12-11T01:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:15:23.054+02:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"“Everything is so complicated. I get angry for no reason and I feel like I’m going crazy. It hurts so much that I feel like I’m getting sea sick. My head hurts so much that I start to tear. I was becoming a slave of my temper. I thought that I was losing myself, losing my identity..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4379413911606238800?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4379413911606238800/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4379413911606238800' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4379413911606238800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4379413911606238800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-455288141180281845</id><published>2011-12-10T21:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:42:30.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of the life: I don't love you</title><content type='html'>I was going to do that&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go back&lt;br /&gt;Yea, your coldness did have a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your touch was gone&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my heart had left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of a lingering attachment that asked "what if.."&lt;br /&gt;I comforted myself&lt;br /&gt;Now I am more pitiful for doing this to myself&lt;br /&gt;Now I will really erase you&lt;br /&gt;All the memories too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;And myself saying that is the same as you&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't meet anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't love again&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool, I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;And you who is saying that, are the one I love&lt;br /&gt;I hope you forget me, please erase me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know about you two&lt;br /&gt;Trying to remember us--&lt;br /&gt;That was all a part of my greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I promised myself,&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes every morning&lt;br /&gt;and pray for you who passed by&lt;br /&gt;for you not to forget me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, the one thing I am hoping for right now&lt;br /&gt;Is for you not to speak about me so easily&lt;br /&gt;Instead just say that you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;You will know after time, about the value of my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;And myself saying that is the same as you&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't meet anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't love again&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool, I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;And you who is saying that, are the one I love&lt;br /&gt;I hope you forget me, please erase me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seat without me, the seat that is not me&lt;br /&gt;Don't fill it with love&lt;br /&gt;If we can meet again&lt;br /&gt;If we can love again&lt;br /&gt;It'll hurt but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I will watch over you and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Because I couldn't say these words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-455288141180281845?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/455288141180281845/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=455288141180281845' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/455288141180281845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/455288141180281845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/12/ost-of-life-i-dont-love-you.html' title='OST of the life: I don&apos;t love you'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7767176731847178909</id><published>2011-11-30T21:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:03:41.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Драма</title><content type='html'>За близките ми не е тайна, че си падам по &lt;b&gt;далеко-източни драми&lt;/b&gt;. Най-вероятно напоследък прекалявам с тях, тъй като някои раздели и сътресения в живота ми ги визуализирам като герой от мело-драматичен сериал.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Нали знаете как като двама приятели се разделят започва въртене на едни &lt;b&gt;ретроспективни кадри&lt;/b&gt; с най-добрите спомени, които са имали помежду си с цел засилване на драматизма и запълване на екранно време. До сега винаги съм знаела колко нереално е това, аз лично не съм въртяла кадри за когото и да било реално. Но след промивката на мозъка, която си правя с далеко-източни (най-вече корейски) драми, това ми се случи не отдавна съвсем наистина.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Подсказка&lt;/i&gt;: За да излезете от този филм - трябва да поклатите рязко глава два пъти (тип изтърсване на мокра коса).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Инак, както обикновено, когато пиша в мушкато, в момента съм в&lt;b&gt; изключително тъжно&lt;/b&gt; и ревливо настроение. Иска ми се да си изплача душата и да я сменя с нова. Но няма как да се случи, защото не мога да пролея нито една сълза, основно защото съм много изморена и на тялото ми не му се напряга допълнително.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ще ви се стори странно, но основната причина да съм тъжна тази вечер е именно факта, че се чувствам много изморена и &lt;b&gt;не мога да си науча&lt;/b&gt; и да си напиша домашното за курса, който доброволно посещавам всеки уикенд.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И това всеки ден...&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/14059890-7767176731847178909?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7767176731847178909/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7767176731847178909' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7767176731847178909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7767176731847178909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='Драма'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-167519881602672804</id><published>2011-11-09T22:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:53:23.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet November</title><content type='html'>и докато уловя октомврийската си мъка, заплетена пайжина между пожълтелите листа на лозата... БУУУМ! вече е ноември, а ноември всичко се случва на веднъж.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;почти всеки ден има поне 4 събития, които се случват едновременно, на които искам да присъствам, но в същност не ходя на никое от тях...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;днес си купих 4 кг бадеми, не белени, намерих си занимание за дългото търсене на събития в главата ми!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-167519881602672804?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/167519881602672804/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=167519881602672804' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/167519881602672804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/167519881602672804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/11/sweet-november.html' title='Sweet November'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7358841249084502483</id><published>2011-10-23T21:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:25:26.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of the life: I hate you so much right now</title><content type='html'>(yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,)&lt;br /&gt;(Yo this song yo, this song is for all the women out there,&lt;br /&gt;that have been lied to by their men,&lt;br /&gt;and I know ya'll been lied to over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;This is for ya'll, &lt;br /&gt;yo maybe you didn't break the way you should 'a broke yo,&lt;br /&gt;but I break!) &lt;br /&gt;(Ye know what I'm sayin' so, this is how it goes yo,&lt;br /&gt;Psch....!  Damn!,    yo,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year Valentines Day,&lt;br /&gt;You would swarm and say,&lt;br /&gt;Babe I love you, love you, (yeah well he's lyin') babe I ,swear,&lt;br /&gt;Held you when you were sick,&lt;br /&gt;Even, sucked your dick,&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I think to myself this isn't fair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this I see, (No)&lt;br /&gt;You don't come home to me, ( oh no)&lt;br /&gt;When you don't come home to me, (man)&lt;br /&gt;I can't deal, can't bear,&lt;br /&gt;You keep tellin' me lies, But to your surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Look I found her red coat and your (Bitch) caught out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate, you so much right now,&lt;br /&gt;I hate, you so much right now,&lt;br /&gt;AAAaahhhhhhhhrrrrrr......&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much right now,&lt;br /&gt;I hate, you so much right now,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much right now,&lt;br /&gt;AAAaahhhhhhhhrrrrrr......&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick of your games, &lt;br /&gt;I'll set your truck to flames,&lt;br /&gt;And watch it blow up, blow up, (ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me: How you go'n see her now,&lt;br /&gt;So far from sincere, ( I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Fabrications in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;Drive me so far up the wall, I come standing down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this I see, ( Idon't believe this)&lt;br /&gt;You don't come home to me,&lt;br /&gt;when you don't come home to me,&lt;br /&gt;can't deal, can't bear, (I won't)&lt;br /&gt;you keep tellin' me lies but to your surprise,&lt;br /&gt;I found her red coat and you and your bitch,&lt;br /&gt;Caught Out There,  (yeah you been caught)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She's so) Ranchy, so vugar,&lt;br /&gt;Not me, why the hell her,&lt;br /&gt;Look she dresses a mess,&lt;br /&gt;What do you see,&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about cash, (hell no)&lt;br /&gt;Nor how much you flash,&lt;br /&gt;How I dress is a reflection of me,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7358841249084502483?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7358841249084502483/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7358841249084502483' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7358841249084502483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7358841249084502483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/10/ost-of-life-i-hate-you-so-much-right.html' title='OST of the life: I hate you so much right now'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-5947646004759596918</id><published>2011-10-22T23:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:08:51.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Съмнения</title><content type='html'>Най-трудния октомври, ever! Не знам защо, но винаги ми е ужасно трудно през този месец! Има толкова трудни избори и толкова много съмнения. Всеки ден си мисля лоши неща. Понякога на човек му е много трудно, друг път много весело. Добре би било да има по-интензивна смяна между тях и по-дълга амплитуда на веселия момент....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-5947646004759596918?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/5947646004759596918/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=5947646004759596918' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/5947646004759596918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/5947646004759596918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_22.html' title='Съмнения'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7562292993710874197</id><published>2011-10-07T19:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T20:05:15.799+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Октомври</title><content type='html'>Дъжд, дъжд, дъжд... от очите и сърцето.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7562292993710874197?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7562292993710874197/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7562292993710874197' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7562292993710874197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7562292993710874197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='Октомври'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-3639057556523942064</id><published>2011-09-22T11:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:35:26.497+03:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>Спомням си хладния септември... Значими и маловажни спомени се вихрят покрай чашата ми за размисли. Пътят напред и този зад мен, съчетани в точката на сега, дълбоко сред мрак и мъгла.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-3639057556523942064?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/3639057556523942064/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=3639057556523942064' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3639057556523942064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3639057556523942064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4935655696770007645</id><published>2011-08-27T01:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T01:13:57.495+03:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the story</title><content type='html'>Колкото и страхотно да е написана дадена книга, все пак предпочитам да има и край.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4935655696770007645?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4935655696770007645/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4935655696770007645' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4935655696770007645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4935655696770007645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-of-sotry.html' title='End of the story'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1609703452002384138</id><published>2011-08-09T15:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:08:06.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'>водолей</title><content type='html'>колкото и тежко да е ежедневието ни, винаги има поне една красива мечта, в която да се скрием, за да имаме сили ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1609703452002384138?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1609703452002384138/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1609703452002384138' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1609703452002384138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1609703452002384138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='водолей'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7645290755029071577</id><published>2011-08-05T11:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:28:30.764+03:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday toughts:</title><content type='html'>лошото на това да си приятел на момчетата е че момичетата им очакват да се включиш в женските им занимания...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7645290755029071577?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7645290755029071577/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7645290755029071577' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7645290755029071577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7645290755029071577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/08/holiday-toughts.html' title='holiday toughts:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-6022872495424541953</id><published>2011-08-04T00:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T01:00:53.971+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lifestyle:</title><content type='html'>овлажнител за устни е особено полезен, когато не можеш да спреш да се усмихваш :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-6022872495424541953?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/6022872495424541953/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=6022872495424541953' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6022872495424541953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6022872495424541953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifestyle.html' title='lifestyle:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1286456814671675827</id><published>2011-07-10T18:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:44:12.133+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Интересна събота</title><content type='html'>Който не се е возил на метрото, той не знае, че може и да не е толкова отвратително в грАдския транспорт в София. Ако и хората се къпеха по-често, перяха си редовно дрехите и ползваха рол-они против изпотяване, нямаше да има място за сравнение.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Естествено и в него ставам свидетел на странни случки, свързани със спътниците ми.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вчера, например, две момчета влязоха в метрото носейки в ръце един брой гълъб, който се разменяха да държат. Също така станах свидетел на това как една жена на средна възраст умишлено изпусна чантата си пред мъж на приблизително нейната възраст с цел привличане на вниманието му, за да има възможността след това да му вземе мобилния телефон и да се уговорят да пият заедно кафе.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Също така по-късно се размотавах в Борисовата градина с приятели по случай Mellow Festival-a и видях един изключително симпатичен младеж. Той познаваше доста хора от присъстващите и общуваше усилено с тях, а аз през цялото време си мислех: 'Здрасти, може ли и с мен така сладкодумно да си побъбриш', но не му казах мислите си. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1286456814671675827?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1286456814671675827/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1286456814671675827' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1286456814671675827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1286456814671675827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_10.html' title='Интересна събота'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-8536186143427125801</id><published>2011-07-02T13:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:27:51.531+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Леглото</title><content type='html'>Притежавам умението - мързелувам. И друг път съм си го признавала.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Сигурно заради това едно от най-любимите ми неща е да имам възможността един ден седмично да изкарам целия си ден в леглото.&lt;br /&gt;Към настоящият момент леглото, което ползвам е обширно. По-обширно, от колкото ми е необходимо, но точно така и обичам да бъде.&lt;br /&gt;Обширността ми дава възможност в този специален и много важен от цялостната ми почивка ден да разпръсна в описуем хаос - компютър, една-две книги, чаша за кафе, пакетче с ядки, кутия със салфетки и случайно преминаващи, като шоколад, солетки, сок и други.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Всеки делничен ден съм се трудила усилено, за да изкарам пари за наема на леглото, бирите в парка, ромът с кола или спрайт, месечната сметка за тока и инернета, закуската, случайния обяд и още едно-две неща, като краткотрайната ми лятна отпуска.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В събота хората се делят на активни и пасивни, по спецификацията ми за света.&lt;br /&gt;Активните нарамват планинарски раници, обуват удобни обувки, зареждат кредитните карти, почистват велосипеда и т.н., за да се впуснат в разходки и обикаляния. Трябва да отбележа, че към активностите включвам и готвенето на сладки и други любими мои кулинарни изделия. &lt;br /&gt;Пасивните, към които се причислявам, лежерно измъкват банския, купуват си книга, зареждат батерията на компютъра, плащат си интернета, изтупват одеялото за пикник, преглеждат програмата на кината и т.н., за да се отдадат на любимото си излежаване...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Най-много обичам в събота да не си оправям леглото, косата и пижамата. Предпочитам в този ден, цял ден да се търкалям от леглото до банята, кухнята и обратно. Да не поглеждам навън, цял ден да гледам филми, книги, програми и идеи за предстоящите дни. Ако не ми се случи това в събота, сякаш не съм почивала изобщо.&lt;br /&gt;Защото именно така изкарания съботен ден ме кара още в събота вечерта, както в неделя и през следващите делнични дни - да мразя лежането и мързелуването и да стана отМързелива съмново изключително активна, за да се включа към първата група ваканционисти. Защото направо ми е омръзнало от леглото, излежаването и нищо правенето.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-8536186143427125801?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/8536186143427125801/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=8536186143427125801' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/8536186143427125801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/8536186143427125801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='Леглото'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-3406849736739430376</id><published>2011-06-19T19:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:28:24.145+03:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"You are the the one responsible for all the things that have happened in your life."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-3406849736739430376?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/3406849736739430376/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=3406849736739430376' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3406849736739430376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3406849736739430376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_19.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-887964993955469403</id><published>2011-06-05T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:11:00.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Ти сляпа си, любов, слепиш и нас.&lt;br /&gt;Не виждам туй, което виждах ясно.&lt;br /&gt;Не знам, не различавам вече аз&lt;br /&gt;кое е грозно и кое прекрасно.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;У.Шекспир&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-887964993955469403?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/887964993955469403/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=887964993955469403' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/887964993955469403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/887964993955469403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1970174537493508722</id><published>2011-05-22T21:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:10:55.879+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Лъжи</title><content type='html'>Пак игра и ден студен&lt;br /&gt;губиш време, губиш мен.&lt;br /&gt;Твоята снимка аз държа&lt;br /&gt;цветен спомен за лъжа.&lt;br /&gt;Без любов тя избеля.&lt;br /&gt;Кажи, че дишаш с любовта.&lt;br /&gt;Сега отварям аз очи,&lt;br /&gt;до мене искам да си ти.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Докога така, искаш да мълча?&lt;br /&gt;Отнемаш ти мечти с безсмислени игри.&lt;br /&gt;Моля те, кажи дори и да са лъжи&lt;br /&gt;че в теб живея аз, че вярваш още в нас.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Кажи ми, кажи ми.&lt;br /&gt;Лъжи ме, лъжи ме.&lt;br /&gt;Бъди до мен, бъди до мен.&lt;br /&gt;Лъжи ме, лъжи ме.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Гледам твоето лице&lt;br /&gt;моя свят държиш в ръце.&lt;br /&gt;На ум крещя обичам те&lt;br /&gt;пред теб мълча, усмихвам се.&lt;br /&gt;Тръгвам, връщам се и пак&lt;br /&gt;пред мен се вилнее мрак.&lt;br /&gt;В тъга заспивам уморен&lt;br /&gt;в нощта сънувам те до мен.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Докога така? Не искам да мълча.&lt;br /&gt;Не искам пак игри, а истински мечти.&lt;br /&gt;Моля те, кажи дори и да са лъжи&lt;br /&gt;не вярваш ти, че аз&lt;br /&gt;не вярвам вече в нас.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Кажи ми........бъди до мен....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Защо насила с тебе все мълчим,все мълчим?&lt;br /&gt;Защо ли двамата така грешим?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1970174537493508722?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1970174537493508722/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1970174537493508722' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1970174537493508722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1970174537493508722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='Лъжи'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-20044042407551359</id><published>2011-04-20T22:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:05:48.394+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Страх</title><content type='html'>Основната причина хората да не напредват.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-20044042407551359?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/20044042407551359/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=20044042407551359' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/20044042407551359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/20044042407551359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_20.html' title='Страх'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-5074899713232642352</id><published>2011-04-06T21:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:44:51.770+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Пролет</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPiISyy4WE0/TZy0go9b0LI/AAAAAAAAAM4/l1DT7VlzWZ8/s1600/STA60104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Дори нещата да не вървят по план, организираността помага.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Лошото е, че ми е ужасно трудно да стана от 'дес'-организирана само организирана.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1192217023738543397?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1192217023738543397/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1192217023738543397' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1192217023738543397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1192217023738543397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1690856908884447223</id><published>2011-01-03T22:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:34:36.177+02:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confucius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1690856908884447223?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1690856908884447223/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1690856908884447223' title='0 коментара'/><link 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соленките, които съм си набелязала;&lt;br /&gt;- да изпия кафето, което да ме събуди;&lt;br /&gt;- да посетя мероприятията, на които са ме поканили;&lt;br /&gt;- да бъда себе си 100%;&lt;br /&gt;- да напиша всичко, което ми се случва тук.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Весело стъпване в новата година и много здраве на всички. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-8564371968897070183?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/8564371968897070183/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=8564371968897070183' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/8564371968897070183'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it when you look that way&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it how we look to say you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're running round in circles&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna lose it all&lt;br /&gt;What we had was so good&lt;br /&gt;You must think I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont let it go&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;How can I take anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-2389063706117139443?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/2389063706117139443/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=2389063706117139443' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2389063706117139443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2389063706117139443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/11/ost-of-life-i-cant-stand-it.html' title='OST of The Life -  I Can&apos;t Stand It'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1735403249595460351</id><published>2010-10-30T15:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:09:04.277+03:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ако се смееш - и светът се смее с теб;&lt;br /&gt;ако ли плачеш - плачеш сам сега.&lt;br /&gt;Че щастие да взима земята нужда има,&lt;br /&gt;но стига и и нейната тъга.&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................&lt;br /&gt;Зарадвай се - и хората ще те потърсят;&lt;br /&gt;тъжи - и те ще ти обърнат гръб.&lt;br /&gt;Желаят с пълна мяра от твоята наслада,&lt;br /&gt;ала не им е нужна твойта скръб.&lt;br /&gt;Ликуваш ли - приятели безчет;&lt;br /&gt;тъгуваш ли - не ще ги ти откриеш.&lt;br /&gt;Ще вземе всеки в дар блажения нектар,&lt;br /&gt;но сам горчилката си ти ще да изпиеш."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1735403249595460351?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1735403249595460351/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1735403249595460351' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1735403249595460351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1735403249595460351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_30.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-139812485974063767</id><published>2010-10-20T23:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:26:54.802+03:00</updated><title type='text'>в кавички:</title><content type='html'>"да плачеш е по-лесно от това да се бориш"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-139812485974063767?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/139812485974063767/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=139812485974063767' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/139812485974063767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/139812485974063767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_20.html' title='в кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-910045908993506736</id><published>2010-10-20T22:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:18:45.065+03:00</updated><title type='text'>изгубена</title><content type='html'>съм.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-910045908993506736?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/910045908993506736/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=910045908993506736' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/910045908993506736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/910045908993506736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='изгубена'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7852524467925725494</id><published>2010-10-17T21:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:57:53.178+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of The Life -  We Need A Resolution</title><content type='html'>Ha, ha, I'm tired of arguing girl&lt;br /&gt;Huh, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;Huh, I'm tired of arguing girl&lt;br /&gt;Huh, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;Huh, I'm tired of arguing girl&lt;br /&gt;Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, babygirl uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you sleep on the wrong side?&lt;br /&gt;I'm catching a bad vibe and it's contagious&lt;br /&gt;What's the latest?&lt;br /&gt;Speak your heart, don't bite your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it twisted, don't misuse it&lt;br /&gt;What's your problem?&lt;br /&gt;Let's resolve it, we can solve this&lt;br /&gt;What's the causes?&lt;br /&gt;It's official, you got issues&lt;br /&gt;I got issues? (no you got issues) but I know I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?)&lt;br /&gt;Who should be hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Who should be blamed?&lt;br /&gt;(Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?)&lt;br /&gt;Who should be hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Who should be ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;(Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?)&lt;br /&gt;Who should be hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Will we remain boy?&lt;br /&gt;You need a resolution, we need a resolution&lt;br /&gt;We need a resolution, we have so much confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I want to know, where were you last night?)&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on the couch, I thought we were going out&lt;br /&gt;(I want to know, were your fingers broke?)&lt;br /&gt;If you had of let me know, I wouldn't have put on my clothes&lt;br /&gt;(I want to know, where'd you go instead?)&lt;br /&gt;It was 4 in the morning, when you crept back in the bed&lt;br /&gt;(I want to know, what was in your head?)&lt;br /&gt;Or what was in my head? Am I supposed to change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7852524467925725494?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7852524467925725494/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7852524467925725494' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7852524467925725494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7852524467925725494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/10/ost-of-life-we-need-resolution.html' title='OST of The Life -  We Need A Resolution'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1784484108168882182</id><published>2010-10-10T23:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:32:37.699+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of The Life -  You Don't Know Me</title><content type='html'>You don't even know me,&lt;br /&gt;you say that I'm not livin' fine.&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand me,&lt;br /&gt;so why do you judge my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I'm always rolling back home.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I turn around, that's something,&lt;br /&gt;people talk about, but they don't know.&lt;br /&gt;And when I try to move on up&lt;br /&gt;they're always pullin' me down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's my life and I livin' it now.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder why&lt;br /&gt;people try to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;No happiness in their own lifes,&lt;br /&gt;so they act there all to tell is he.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you, say that I livin' wrong,&lt;br /&gt;always telling me, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I decide that gotta be strong.&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that I needin' you?&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1784484108168882182?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1784484108168882182/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1784484108168882182' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1784484108168882182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1784484108168882182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/10/ost-of-life-you-dont-know-me.html' title='OST of The Life -  You Don&apos;t Know Me'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-9098810886423412316</id><published>2010-09-15T21:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:22:31.201+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams... empty.</title><content type='html'>Напоследък непрекъсно мечтая и бленувам за промени. Искам хубави неща да ми се случват, искам да променя съществени звена от живота си. Искам, мечтая, повтарям тайни мантри... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Но не действам. Толкова съм глупава и мудна. Мразя се.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-9098810886423412316?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/9098810886423412316/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=9098810886423412316' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/9098810886423412316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/9098810886423412316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/09/dreams-empty.html' title='Dreams... empty.'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-6370280147757767823</id><published>2010-09-12T23:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:57:56.979+03:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>"Любов от пръв поглед означава - първо правихме секс, а на сутринта не съжалявахме"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-6370280147757767823?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/6370280147757767823/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=6370280147757767823' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6370280147757767823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6370280147757767823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-6988593212924282195</id><published>2010-08-29T14:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:11:40.304+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Кроасани за закуска</title><content type='html'>Обожавам пухкавите кроасани с масло, които се продават в някои кафета и пекарни.&lt;br /&gt;На скоро намерих рецепта за тяхното приготвяне и от тогава в мен се загнезди идеята да отделя един ден през почивните дни и да си приготвя сама от тях.&lt;br /&gt;Самото приготовление не е толкова сложно, дори и за човек без опит, като мен. Това, което изисква е време. На мен ми отне близо 11 часа.&lt;br /&gt;Тази събота се събудих рано, отидох до най-близкия магазин Била, за да набавя нужните ми съставки.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Малко отклонение&lt;/span&gt;, но след като над 3 години магазина до блокът, в който живеех бе Била толкова много съм свикнала с пазаруването от там, че като вляза в техен магазин се чувствам като у дома си. Познавам отлично асортимента, подредбата им и си имам създадени фаворити от продуктите, с които съм свикнала да работя. За това съм доволна, че не много далеко от настоящият ми блок има техен магазин.&lt;br /&gt;Също така скоро установих, че обожавам да пазарувам от подобни супермаркети продукти за дома, за разлика от пазаруването на дрехи и обувки, което ми е цяло мъчение и за това си го спестявам от време на време, чрез оналайн магазини. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Край на не чак толкова малкото отклонение.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Започнах да приготвям тестото около 1 часа на обяд и всичко вървеше чудесно. През определените интервали от време, както е указано по рецепта извършвах необходимите манипулации и се получиха чудесни пухкави кроасани.&lt;br /&gt;Тука обаче следва драматичният обрат. Тъй като от скоро се преместихме в нова квартира, все още не познавам добре фурната на новата печка и не успях да изпека добре кроасаните. Чувствах се ужасно разочарована, в момента, в който видях прекрасните кроасани полегнали върху хартията за печене и чакащи да ги метна в печката за зачервяване си мислех, че вече няма какво да объркам и скоро ще получа перфектни кроасани, въпреки че през целия ден имах притеснения, че нещо ще объркам и няма да направя, както трябва.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Тъй като съм от този тип хора, които се доверяват изключително на позитивното мислене, за да се случват положителни неща се чудя - какво в мисленето и приготвянето обърках, за да получа толкова неочаквано разочароващ резултат? Чувствах се като 'ударена с мокър парцал'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-6988593212924282195?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/6988593212924282195/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=6988593212924282195' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6988593212924282195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6988593212924282195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='Кроасани за закуска'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1285564657896589386</id><published>2010-07-28T20:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:18:51.329+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics - Ready For The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Counterfeit, counterfeit&lt;br /&gt;That's what you're shouting at me&lt;br /&gt;I could run but I'd sooner have this&lt;br /&gt;And I make her bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick the blood stain from your finger&lt;br /&gt;Say what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Remind you that whatever you get is&lt;br /&gt;What you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a feeling, that's what you choose&lt;br /&gt;And I was told there was not a minute to lose&lt;br /&gt;So if you're waiting, jump out your skin&lt;br /&gt;To find a cure for whatever state you're in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my good friends, get out the way&lt;br /&gt;Of all the lightning hitting the trees today&lt;br /&gt;We get a thrill from clapping our hands&lt;br /&gt;We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Weekend, weekend, weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back, coming back&lt;br /&gt;To a place where I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Pushing knobs, pushing faders&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reflection in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;When I tilt it towards the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;You fall out of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a feeling, that's what you choose&lt;br /&gt;And I was told there was not a minute to lose&lt;br /&gt;So if you're waiting, jump out your skin&lt;br /&gt;To find a cure for whatever state you're in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my good friends, get out the way&lt;br /&gt;Of all the lightning hitting the trees today&lt;br /&gt;We get a thrill from clapping our hands&lt;br /&gt;We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Weekend, weekend, weekend&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Weekend, weekend, weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Weekend, weekend, weekend&lt;br /&gt;I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Weekend, weekend, weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1285564657896589386?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1285564657896589386/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1285564657896589386' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1285564657896589386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1285564657896589386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyrics-ready-for-weekend.html' title='Lyrics - Ready For The Weekend'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7995685662528257826</id><published>2010-07-24T00:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:59:01.625+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of The Life -  Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>In the end&lt;br /&gt;I was short of last few words&lt;br /&gt;I was short of last few steps&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I can't be your love&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though I'm going to die&lt;br /&gt;But not one day does my heart rest&lt;br /&gt;Not even once&lt;br /&gt;Does it let go of the yearning&lt;br /&gt;Can you see all the tears I shed?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear all the sighs I heave?&lt;br /&gt;I swallow and swallow again&lt;br /&gt;But I can never hold them back&lt;br /&gt;When will you ever look back to me?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Will it be the day that my heart reaches you?&lt;br /&gt;The words that I have not yet said&lt;br /&gt;But the words that my heart writes everyday&lt;br /&gt;I love you, please come to me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;If only you come over to my side&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many tears I may shed&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many sighs I may heave&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you, only for you&lt;br /&gt;I trust that you'll look back someday&lt;br /&gt;I trust that you'll see my love&lt;br /&gt;If I wish for it again and again&lt;br /&gt;It will come true&lt;br /&gt;If not tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe the day after tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Will it be the day that my heart reaches you?&lt;br /&gt;The words that I have not yet said&lt;br /&gt;But the words that my heart writes everyday&lt;br /&gt;I love you, please come to me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;If only you come over to my side&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many tears I may shed&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many sighs I may heave&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you, only for you&lt;br /&gt;Though another 10 tomorrow may go by&lt;br /&gt;And another 100 tomorrow may go by&lt;br /&gt;It's because I love you and only you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7995685662528257826?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7995685662528257826/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7995685662528257826' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7995685662528257826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7995685662528257826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/07/ost-of-life-tomorrow.html' title='OST of The Life -  Tomorrow'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1656309921225960988</id><published>2010-07-22T07:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T07:50:23.873+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics - Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I don't hate you, or want you&lt;br /&gt;Enough to wake you.&lt;br /&gt;There's a crack in the window&lt;br /&gt;Return off the key in ignition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you freeze tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come back&lt;br /&gt;Lucky&lt;br /&gt;We saw that your eyes were closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a crack in the window&lt;br /&gt;Return off the key in ignition.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't hate you, or want you,&lt;br /&gt;or celebrate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you freeze tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come back&lt;br /&gt;Lucky&lt;br /&gt;We saw that your eyes were closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you freeze tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come back&lt;br /&gt;Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;We saw that your eyes were closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't hate you, or want you,&lt;br /&gt;enough to wake you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you freeze tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come back&lt;br /&gt;Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;We saw that your eyes were closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you freeze tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come back&lt;br /&gt;Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;We saw that your eyes were closing.&lt;br /&gt;We saw that your eyes were closing.&lt;br /&gt;We saw that your eyes were closing.&lt;br /&gt;We saw that your eyes were closing.&lt;br /&gt;We saw that your eyes were closing.&lt;br /&gt;So if you freeze tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come back&lt;br /&gt;Lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1656309921225960988?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1656309921225960988/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1656309921225960988' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1656309921225960988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1656309921225960988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyrics-tomorrow.html' title='Lyrics - Tomorrow'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7887291697477533687</id><published>2010-07-21T14:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:46:23.823+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Positive Vibe</title><content type='html'>Отчаяно се нуждая от позитивен хороскоп, добро знамение или нещо подобно, което да ме изрита силно по д-то, така че да ме накара да подскоча и така да ме вдигне на горе.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7887291697477533687?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7887291697477533687/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7887291697477533687' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7887291697477533687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7887291697477533687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/07/searching-for-positive-vibe.html' title='Searching for Positive Vibe'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-2337851779260743247</id><published>2010-06-24T22:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:55:20.371+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics - Неглазиран порцелан</title><content type='html'>Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams I'm dying all the time&lt;br /&gt;When I wake its kaleidoscopic mind&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to lie&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;This is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the truth you never wanted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams I'm jealous all the time&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake I'm going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-2337851779260743247?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/2337851779260743247/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=2337851779260743247' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2337851779260743247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2337851779260743247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/06/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics - Неглазиран порцелан'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-3198068427982287873</id><published>2010-06-23T22:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:31:38.064+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Аман от фестивали - част 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZ4kRclSWPo/TCJt8bJ-l-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/eBDcvXwgwLg/s1600/Clipboard01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 79px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZ4kRclSWPo/TCJt8bJ-l-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/eBDcvXwgwLg/s200/Clipboard01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486068180939872226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;След &lt;a href="http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/06/1.html"&gt;пристигането ми в Пловдив&lt;/a&gt; и установяването, че съм забравила името на булевард "Руски", реших да тръгна все пак в посока подобна на тази, която си спомнях от картата. Така се оказа, че съм тръгнала по най-прекия път към центъра на града - ул. "Иван Вазов".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Изключително усмихнато посрещнах площада пред пощата в Пловдив, щеше ми се дори като Ботев да целуна земята, след слизането на брега от Радецки. ;) Бързо прецених ситуацията с цел намирането на подходящ човек, когото да попитам "А сега на къде?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В събота рано сутрин в празнични дни, децата на Пловдив не спят или играят пред компютрите, те участват в игри, състезават се и печелят награди. :) Имаше десетки дечица и се чудех как да пробия до някоя добронамерена майка, когато видях подходящия човек. Един тийнеджър с опърпани дънки и кецове. "Този е от нашите" си казах на ум аз и го помолих да ми обясни на къде да поема.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Знаех си, че някой ден доброто ми отношение към туристите и подробните обяснения за маршрути, които съм давала, ще ми се върнат и на мен. Момчето вървя с мен няколко метра, докато стигнем главната улица, обясни ми как да стигна до музея и ми пожела успех. Единственото, за което не успя да ми помогне е кое кафене по главната има wifi и-нет.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вървях си аз и се чудех къде да изпия едно чайче, докато се разсънвам, тъй като имах още доста време до началото на фест-а, оглеждайки за познати марки кафета с традиционно wifi покритие (тип Costa, Onda, ...), когато пред мен се изпречи McDonald's. I'm loving it, си казах и нахлух за живителен черен чай и усмихната от етиекта за wi fi.&lt;br /&gt;Късметът ми обаче отново се беше унесъл в дрямка и точно тогава в McD нямаше и спомен от интернет, само локалната мрежа на заведението. Все пак извадих ноутбуука си, разгледах картите, които си бях запазила и намерих контактите на &lt;a href="http://www.plovdivguesthouse.com/"&gt;хостела&lt;/a&gt;, който си бях харесала.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Обадих се на една любезна жена в хостела, която ми каза, че има свободни места, обясни ми на къде да вървя и ме покани да отида да се регистрирам при тях. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Дали намерих хостела и музея и как се развива феста и почивните ми дни в Пловдив, четете скоро...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-3198068427982287873?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/3198068427982287873/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=3198068427982287873' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3198068427982287873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3198068427982287873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/06/2.html' title='Аман от фестивали - част 2'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZ4kRclSWPo/TCJt8bJ-l-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/eBDcvXwgwLg/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1582862418641210672</id><published>2010-06-19T17:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T17:46:25.948+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In the summer in the city</title><content type='html'>Обичам лятото!!!&lt;br /&gt;Дори и да нямаш пари, достатъчно е да излезеш и да се разходиш по централните части на града и ще намериш някое интересно безплатно мероприятия.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Толкова ми е безгрижно лятно време. Малко дрехи = малко проблеми. Достатъчно е да имам сандали и рокля и мога да обиколя целия свят, ако е лятно време. :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1582862418641210672?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1582862418641210672/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1582862418641210672' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1582862418641210672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1582862418641210672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-summer-in-city.html' title='In the summer in the city'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-6985432182984614230</id><published>2010-06-15T22:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:59:09.778+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the crowd</title><content type='html'>Ставам саможива напоследък, често сама се чувствам по-добре. Това нормално ли е?!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-6985432182984614230?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/6985432182984614230/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=6985432182984614230' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6985432182984614230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6985432182984614230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/06/alone-in-crowd.html' title='Alone in the crowd'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4700386988003067861</id><published>2010-06-13T16:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:41:53.690+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Аман от фестивали - част 1</title><content type='html'>Станат ли средно дневните температури над 20 гр.Ц. и у нас започват фестивалите. Общо взето всяка седмица някъде се случва фестивал специализиран и посветен на различна тема или просто за забавление с различна музика... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Като стар фен на подобен тип мероприятия, нямаше как да изпусна &lt;a href="http://www.easternspirit.org/page.php?4"&gt;фен-феста на японското кино и култура&lt;/a&gt; в гр. Пловдив.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В Пловдив съм ходила само веднъж - отново на културно мероприятие, една изложба и останах в града точно една нощ. Пристигнах вечерта и си тръгнах рано сутринта, като през цялото време бях водена от местен домакин. Т.е. ориентацията ми в града - липсва. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В същност до последно се чудех дали да отида изобщо до Пловдив, имайки предвид, че не се ориентирам и че по-добрите ми приятели от там, нямаше да ги има, тъй като бяха избрали други дестинации за почивните дни. Към 1:00 часа през нощта, все пак желанието ми да присъствам надделя над финансовата ми криза и си принтнах като файлове няколко карти на гр. Пловдив и се опитвах да запомня от къде трябва да мина, за да стигна от гарата до &lt;a href="http://www.historymuseumplovdiv.com/"&gt;регионалния историчски музей&lt;/a&gt;, където се състоеше феста. Разбира се опцията за такси щеше да бъде в най-краен случай, заради условието да изхарча минимални средства, поради личната ми финансова криза.&lt;br /&gt;Разгледах и няколко хостела и избора ми се спря на &lt;a href="http://www.plovdivguesthouse.com/"&gt;Guest House&lt;/a&gt;, основно заради близостта си с музея.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Нагласих часовника за 5:50 сутринта и хванах експресния влак до Пловдив в 6:30 сутринта от близката ми гара Подуяне. Спала по-малко от 4ри часа последната нощ си мечтаех как приятно ще подремна един-два часа във влака. Но се случи до мен да седне ветеран от Втората световна война, а аз тъкмо четях броя на &lt;a href="http://www.qmmedia.com/bg/"&gt;L'Europeo&lt;/a&gt; посветен на 65 години от победата над нацизма. Та завързахме интересен разговор на тази тема и сънят беше оставен за по-късен етап. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Бъбрейки ведро с генерала ОЗ стигнах неусетно до гарата в Пловдив, слязох ведро от влака и се опитвах да си спомня името на булеварда, по който трябваше да поема, тъй като не ми се вадеше лаптопа, за да гледам картата, която си бях запазила.&lt;br /&gt;Минах през подлеза пред гарата от другата страна, но името на главната улица така и не ми идваше на ум, освен че започваше с буквата Р. Рано сутрин в събота, по време на почивни дни пред гарата в Пловдив не се срещат особено много хора, освен не любезни бабички. Те, на любезния ми въпрос 'Извинете, може ли да ми помогнете?', отговаряха не дружелюбно 'НЕ!' и се отдалечаваха скорострелно в друга посока.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Дали се загубих в Пловдив или не и какво се случи от тук на сетне, четете скоро... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4700386988003067861?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4700386988003067861/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4700386988003067861' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4700386988003067861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4700386988003067861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/06/1.html' title='Аман от фестивали - част 1'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-5472511253939751388</id><published>2010-05-01T16:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:15:13.751+03:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"И при това положение - аз или трябва да си тръгна, или да се опитам да те приема такъв, какъвто си."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-5472511253939751388?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/5472511253939751388/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=5472511253939751388' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/5472511253939751388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/5472511253939751388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7188960463502394470</id><published>2010-04-25T13:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:21:32.758+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just lyrics from me - In For The Kill</title><content type='html'>We can fight our desires&lt;br /&gt;But when we start making fires&lt;br /&gt;We get ever so hot&lt;br /&gt;Whether we like it or not&lt;br /&gt;They say we can love who we trust&lt;br /&gt;But what is love without lust?&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts with accurate devotions&lt;br /&gt;And what are feelings without emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in for the kill&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm hoping you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;And not let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang my hopes out on the line&lt;br /&gt;Will they be ready for you in time&lt;br /&gt;If you leave them out too long&lt;br /&gt;They'll be withered by the sun&lt;br /&gt;Full stops and exclamation marks&lt;br /&gt;My words stumble before I start&lt;br /&gt;How far can you send emotions?&lt;br /&gt;Can this bridge cross the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in for the kill&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm hoping you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;And not let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to war&lt;br /&gt;To make peace&lt;br /&gt;Let's be cold&lt;br /&gt;To create heat&lt;br /&gt;I hope in darkness&lt;br /&gt;We can see&lt;br /&gt;And you're not blinded by the light from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in for the kill&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm hoping you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;And not let go of my hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7188960463502394470?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7188960463502394470/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7188960463502394470' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7188960463502394470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7188960463502394470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-lyrics-from-me-in-for-kill.html' title='Just lyrics from me - In For The Kill'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-313663745478120044</id><published>2010-04-18T18:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:00:02.856+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of The Life - 'Cause we're lovers</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;I will be king&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You will be queen&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing will&lt;br /&gt;Drive them away&lt;br /&gt;We can beat them&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;We can be Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You can be mean&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I'll drink all the time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're lovers&lt;br /&gt;And that is a fact&lt;br /&gt;Yes we're lovers&lt;br /&gt;And that is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing&lt;br /&gt;Will keep us together&lt;br /&gt;We could steal time&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;We can be Heroes&lt;br /&gt;For ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;What d'you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could swim&lt;br /&gt;Like the dolphins&lt;br /&gt;Like dolphins can swim&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing&lt;br /&gt;Will keep us together&lt;br /&gt;We can beat them&lt;br /&gt;For ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Oh we can be Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;I will be king&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You will be queen&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing&lt;br /&gt;Will drive them away&lt;br /&gt;We can be Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;We can be us&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;I can remember&lt;br /&gt;Standing&lt;br /&gt;By the wall&lt;br /&gt;And the guns&lt;br /&gt;Shot above our heads&lt;br /&gt;And we kissed&lt;br /&gt;As though nothing could fall&lt;br /&gt;And the shame&lt;br /&gt;Was on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Oh we can beat them&lt;br /&gt;For ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Then we can be Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be Heroes&lt;br /&gt;We can be Heroes&lt;br /&gt;We can be Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;We can be Heroes&lt;br /&gt;We're nothing&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will help us&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're lying&lt;br /&gt;Then you better not stay&lt;br /&gt;But we could be safer&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-313663745478120044?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/313663745478120044/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=313663745478120044' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/313663745478120044'/><link 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fumbled ’round until he could no longer keep his feet&lt;br /&gt;And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by&lt;br /&gt;One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye&lt;br /&gt;See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be&lt;br /&gt;Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see&lt;br /&gt;And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt&lt;br /&gt;Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They marveled for a moment then one said we must be gone&lt;br /&gt;Let’s leave a present for our friend before we move along&lt;br /&gt;As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow&lt;br /&gt;Around the bonnie star the Scots kilt did lift and show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Scotsman woke to nature’s call and stumbled towards the trees&lt;br /&gt;Behind the bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees&lt;br /&gt;And in a startled voice he says to what’s before his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lad I don’t know where you’ve been but I see you won first prize!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-5731051239039725355?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/5731051239039725355/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=5731051239039725355' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/5731051239039725355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/3347962307617387937/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=3347962307617387937' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3347962307617387937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3347962307617387937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-own.html' title='My own'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-6606255470744817923</id><published>2010-03-15T21:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:23:21.501+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>Може ли да ти липсва някой, когото не познаваш?!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-6606255470744817923?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/6606255470744817923/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=6606255470744817923' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-39954252076389324?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/39954252076389324/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=39954252076389324' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/39954252076389324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/39954252076389324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/02/his-tory.html' title='His tory'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7081197851359033398</id><published>2010-02-15T20:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:35:21.625+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of The Life - мислиш ли си за мен?</title><content type='html'>Babe&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dream about me&lt;br /&gt;Lie... on the phone to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me no truth&lt;br /&gt;If it is bad&lt;br /&gt;There's enough in my life&lt;br /&gt;To make me so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;Color fills our lives&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;Someone else tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dream about me&lt;br /&gt;On the phone&lt;br /&gt;Talking quietly&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be yours&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you be mine&lt;br /&gt;Against red skies&lt;br /&gt;For all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dream about... us&lt;br /&gt;When we're old&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;How I will let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And babe&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dream about me&lt;br /&gt;Lie, on the phone to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me no truth&lt;br /&gt;If it is bad&lt;br /&gt;There's enough in my life&lt;br /&gt;To make me so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;Color fills our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;Someone else tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;Color fills our song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;How I will let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7081197851359033398?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4412682869873132807</id><published>2010-02-07T16:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:58:26.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I can fly&lt;br /&gt;But I want his wings&lt;br /&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;But I crave the light that he brings&lt;br /&gt;Revel in the songs that he sings&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can love&lt;br /&gt;But I need his heart&lt;br /&gt;I am strong even on my own&lt;br /&gt;But from him I never want to part&lt;br /&gt;He's been there since the very start&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the day he came to be&lt;br /&gt;Angel's wings carried him to me&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;I can fly&lt;br /&gt;But I want his wings&lt;br /&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;But I crave the light that he brings&lt;br /&gt;Revel in the songs that he sings&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4412682869873132807?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4412682869873132807/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4412682869873132807' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4412682869873132807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4412682869873132807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/02/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-6811067060959616301</id><published>2010-02-05T12:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:19:47.059+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*_</title><content type='html'>Да допускаш грешки не е страшно, не е срамно, но може да бъде красиво.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-6811067060959616301?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/6811067060959616301/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=6811067060959616301' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6811067060959616301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6811067060959616301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='*_'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4490971184475777707</id><published>2010-02-04T21:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:24:44.312+02:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>Колкото и да се  къпеш, не можеш да измиеш годините, грешките, бръчките... Само можеш да се стоплиш с топлата вода, защото си сам и няма кой да те стопли.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4490971184475777707?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4490971184475777707/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4490971184475777707' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4490971184475777707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4490971184475777707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/02/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-6126513387216847544</id><published>2010-02-01T23:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:22:10.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbolc and HER Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The serpent will come from the hole&lt;br /&gt;On the brown Day of Bride,&lt;br /&gt;Though there should be three feet of snow&lt;br /&gt;On the flat surface of the ground.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-6126513387216847544?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/6126513387216847544/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=6126513387216847544' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6126513387216847544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6126513387216847544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/02/imbolc-and-her-birthday.html' title='Imbolc and HER Birthday'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7200722048224105473</id><published>2010-01-30T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:37:03.551+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of The Life - Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;blue skies from pain.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have you found? The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7200722048224105473?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7200722048224105473/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7200722048224105473' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7200722048224105473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7200722048224105473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2010/01/ost-of-life-wish-you-were-here.html' title='OST of The Life - Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-2515217886273245451</id><published>2010-01-24T11:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:40:48.185+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Студено и прекрасно</title><content type='html'>1) Въздишам много по Хелзинки и Финландия, като цяло. Дори имам една седмица време, в което да реша и да се запиша на курса по фински. Има 16 падежа в този език, представете си с каква антикварна стойност е, а имайки предвид, че сигурно го говорят около 7-8 милиона души, на търг би бил продаден скъпо ;)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Картичката за Коледа, която са получили от софтуерния отдел в офиса - сгушена къщурка в снега, светят два малки прозореца, и от комина излиза пушек, наоколо всичко е бяло, включително и елхичката. Прекрасна топла идилия сред големия студ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Тази картичка ме накара да поискам да изкарам своята 'Коледа' в къщи. Тази Коледа я изкарах в пътешестване и нямах време да се насладя на топлата подготовка на вкусни неща и големият сън на топло. За това посветих този си уикенд на готвенето и сънят :). Направих сладки и солени неща и спах супер много, чувствам се точно като в собствената си топла къщичка сред големия мраз и поради което се чувствам прекрасно! :) Още повече, че бях посетена вчера и от човека, на който напоследък мога да сложа псевдонима 'Приятно изкарване'. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ако е все още студено, то задължително следващия уикенд мисля да го изкарам обикаляйки из града, като турист. Защото след този затворен уикенд имам нужда да по ходя на студа :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Пропуснах да отбележа, че на 21ви януари започна зодия Водолей :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) В планът 'студено и прекрасно' се включва и късото постригване на косата ми, коеото мисля да осъществя съвсем скоро. &lt;a href="http://djekova.info/blog/?p=2671"&gt;'Всичко е в главата'&lt;/a&gt;, все пак, за това и най-лесния начин да повдигнете настроението си е да отидите на фризьор ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-2515217886273245451?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/2515217886273245451/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=2515217886273245451' title='1 коментара'/><link 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just want to be there&lt;br /&gt;When we're caught in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you laugh not cry&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;When the night puts on it's cloak&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;All I can say&lt;br /&gt;I love you 'till the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7201605393609223982?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7201605393609223982/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7201605393609223982' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7201605393609223982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Lyrics Give It To Me Right</title><content type='html'>Okay okay he’s got my number and&lt;br /&gt;You can’t, you can’t warn me baby here I am&lt;br /&gt;Either you make the time or just forget me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not, I’m not tryna run your life&lt;br /&gt;That’s why, that’s why I’m nobody’s wife&lt;br /&gt;But when I want, when I want it&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;But when I get it, I better be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me right,&lt;br /&gt;Or don’t give it to me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you understand&lt;br /&gt;How real it is for me to find a man who thinks he can&lt;br /&gt;So give it to be right or don’t give it to me at all&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On time, on time I expect you to be&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, oh my baby in my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;You can’t get it right&lt;br /&gt;Then just forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ways okay oor you to go around&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, today&lt;br /&gt;You better make a touch down&lt;br /&gt;You know what I like&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you except it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuh&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want it all the time&lt;br /&gt;But when I want it&lt;br /&gt;You better make me smile&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me right&lt;br /&gt;Or don’t give it to me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you understand&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t please me I know someone who can&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me right&lt;br /&gt;Or don’t give it to me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the real life baby&lt;br /&gt;This is the life that makes me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the real thing baby&lt;br /&gt;When I’m alone I can make me say&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yea, yea, yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;But when I want it&lt;br /&gt;You better make me smile&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me right&lt;br /&gt;Or don’t give it to me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you understand&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t please me&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who can&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me right&lt;br /&gt;Or don’t give it to me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me right&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me right&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me right&lt;br /&gt;Or don’t give it to me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me right&lt;br /&gt;Or don’t give it to me at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-8134439474438421324?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/8134439474438421324/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=8134439474438421324' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/8134439474438421324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/8134439474438421324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/12/lyrics-give-it-to-me-right.html' title='Lyrics Give It To Me Right'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-3684477889820092273</id><published>2009-12-07T23:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:59:16.927+02:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Той проникваше в нея с език, пръсти, пенис, кожа, слюнка, слуз и сперма, напълно обсебен от идеята да удовелтвори желанието и за любов до края на дните и, които, и двамата знаеха, че няма да прекарат заедно поради реч причини, за които в момента нямаха желание да мислят."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-3684477889820092273?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/3684477889820092273/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=3684477889820092273' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3684477889820092273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3684477889820092273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7492547076670044871</id><published>2009-12-01T19:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:44:04.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of The Life - Adios ayer</title><content type='html'>Thinking of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;With the sunset in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel everything and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;So I have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think that we would love like this&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would care&lt;br /&gt;Slowly now I read the writing&lt;br /&gt;It can free us if we dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is&lt;br /&gt;New love&lt;br /&gt;New ways&lt;br /&gt;New changes in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Those times will lst forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is&lt;br /&gt;New love&lt;br /&gt;New ways&lt;br /&gt;New changes in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Those times will last forever&lt;br /&gt;And ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think that we could love like this&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would care&lt;br /&gt;Slowly now I read the writing&lt;br /&gt;It will free us if we dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is&lt;br /&gt;New love&lt;br /&gt;New ways&lt;br /&gt;New faces in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Those times will lst forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are&lt;br /&gt;New loves&lt;br /&gt;New ways&lt;br /&gt;New faces in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Those times will last forever&lt;br /&gt;And ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7492547076670044871?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7492547076670044871/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7492547076670044871' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7492547076670044871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7492547076670044871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/12/ost-of-life-adios-ayer.html' title='OST of The Life - Adios ayer'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-8953401552719437658</id><published>2009-11-29T14:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:40:00.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Love is 99% pain. That's why the remaining 1% is so amazing."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-8953401552719437658?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/8953401552719437658/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=8953401552719437658' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/8953401552719437658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/8953401552719437658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_29.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-2893969479941532867</id><published>2009-11-27T20:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:57:17.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of The Life - Dead Man Walking</title><content type='html'>Ти ми действащ като наркотик.&lt;br /&gt;Еуфория, смях, нашата специална буква о.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;После дълго време нямаш време за мен.&lt;br /&gt;И аз съм като ходещ мъртвец.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Днес открих трупа под леглото си.&lt;br /&gt;Това съм аз, когато ти си далеч и студен.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailing on my every step&lt;br /&gt;Inching off of the earth...&lt;br /&gt;It’s magnified&lt;br /&gt;by the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every lift of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Coffee cup up and back,&lt;br /&gt;Is magnified&lt;br /&gt;by the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;The things I've seen, the things I've caused,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dead man walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hammer that I once brought down now hovers over me.&lt;br /&gt;Casts a shadow, a cross/across onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hallways are all mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;What I've become they're all mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dead man walking. A dead man walking. A dead man walking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dead man walking. Dead man walking. Dead man walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-2893969479941532867?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/2893969479941532867/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=2893969479941532867' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2893969479941532867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2893969479941532867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/11/ost-of-life-dead-man-walking.html' title='OST of The Life - Dead Man Walking'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7386528834967013624</id><published>2009-11-13T22:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:56:23.171+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Списъци</title><content type='html'>* харесва ми и да мълча по телефона с теб...&lt;br /&gt;* искам да кажа на непознат, че го харесвам много...&lt;br /&gt;* чудя се дали е добра идея да си разменя списък с някой за нещата, които ще разказваме след време един за друг...&lt;br /&gt;* всичко това е тайна, така че не казвайте на никого, че сте го прочели :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7386528834967013624?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7386528834967013624/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7386528834967013624' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7386528834967013624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7386528834967013624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_13.html' title='Списъци'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4793879531202949195</id><published>2009-11-07T13:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:27:53.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Направени сме от същото, от което са направени и мечтите."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4793879531202949195?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4793879531202949195/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4793879531202949195' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4793879531202949195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4793879531202949195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_924.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-2683662948023693438</id><published>2009-11-07T13:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:25:45.684+02:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички: "Бурята"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Направени сме ние&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;от сънища и сън отвред обгръща&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;тоз малък наш живот!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;У. Шекспир&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-2683662948023693438?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/2683662948023693438/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=2683662948023693438' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2683662948023693438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2683662948023693438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_07.html' title='В кавички: &quot;Бурята&quot;'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7604810866988890354</id><published>2009-11-04T10:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:55:55.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Приказка за Веселата старица с оризовите топчета</title><content type='html'>Отдавна отдавна живеела старица , която много обичала да се смее и да прави топчета от оризово брашно.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Един ден докато си правела топчетата едно от тях се изплъзнало от ръката и, търколило се на пода в малката и кухничка и изчезнало. Търсила следи старицата и съзряла дупка в пода. Напъхала си ръката с надеждата да улови топчето си, но пода се разтворил и тя пропаднала в него. Падала дълго, но не се наранила и когато усетила твърда земя под краката си, видяла че стои насред някакъв път. Заприличал и на пътя, който водел до къщурката и и се заозъртала със замръзнала усмивка. Под земята било толкова светло... като бял ден, но илюзията се създавала от огромните оризища, които се простирали от двете страни на пътя.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Хукнала по стръмнината му да си гони оризовото топче. Тичала викала му и не се спирала.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Не след дълго, край пътя веселата старица съзряла един каменен Физу и го попитала дали е виждал нейното оризово топче. Той отговорил, че го видял да се търкаля край него, но я предупредил да не продължава да тича по стръмния път, защото в края му след реката живеел злият Они , който похапвал хора.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Не го послушала старицата, разсмяла се и продължила да си гони топчето.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Така срещнала и втори и трети Физу, като последния я накарал да клекне до ръкава му, защото се задавал злият Они. Скрила се старицата, а Они се приближил и започнал да души във въздуха подозрително.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Усетил човешката миризма и запитал физу дали наблизо има човек. Физу излъгал, но Они се доверил на нюха си и настоятелно продължил да нюха наоколо.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Веселата старица не се сдържала и се измяла, а Они протегнал дългата си ръка и я измъкнал от скривалището и. Старицата продължила да се смее и разказала на Они за оризовото си топче. Размял се и той ... смеейки се и обещал, че ако отиде с него в къщата му и му готви, няма да и стори нищо лошо.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Смеели се и вървели... стигнали до една река , която ги деляла от дома, качили се в лодка и Они загребал към отсрещния бряг. Когато пристигнали той и показал голямата си къща и кухнята, където ще готви. Дал и една дървена лъжица , гърне с вода и едно оризово зърно и и казал да бърка с лъжицата зърното, докато се напълни гърнето с ориз. Процедурата траела само няколко минути и странната старица била доволна от леката работа. Минало така доста време. Веселата старица готвела с вълшебната лъжица, но и писнало и се затъжила за къщичката си и малката си кухня в която си правела оризовите топчета. И смеха и помръкнал...решила един ден да избяга. Издебнала момент в който Они не бил в къщата , грабнала вълшебната лъжица и право при реката в лодката.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Загребала смело и напреднала, но скоро Они се върнал, разбрал че готвачката я няма и хукнал да я гони. Видял я от брега как усилено гребе и започнал да пие речната вода. На помощ му се притекъл още един Они и двамата така загълтали, че скоро пресушили речното корито и лодката на старицата заседнала . Мигове по късно, когато вече били почти до нея, тя размахала дървената лъжица пред тях и лицето и се изкривило от смешни гримаси. Они избухнали в силен смях, но водата се изляла от гърлата им и напълнила отново речното корито. Старицата реагирала бързо и съвсем скоро била на отсрещния бряг. Веднъж стъпила на твърда земя, побягнала по пътя без да спира и да се обръща назад и скоро била пред къщурката си.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Отново заживяла щастливо и както преди продължила да прави любимите си оризови топчета, като за разнообразие си готвела с вълшебната лъжица.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7604810866988890354?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7604810866988890354/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7604810866988890354' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7604810866988890354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7604810866988890354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_04.html' title='Приказка за Веселата старица с оризовите топчета'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4739088104626995581</id><published>2009-11-03T21:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:15:22.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Част от един японски мит</title><content type='html'>Ирацуко се отказал от трона, построил си дворец в Уджи и заживял в него. Принц Осасаги от палатите си в Нинава неуморно уговарял брат си да се съгласи най-сетне да бъде коронован. Пререканията продължили три години, ала и двамата братя били непреклонни.&lt;br /&gt;Един ден някакъв рибар донесъл в Уджи кошница с риби като дан за владетеля си. Принц Ирацуко отказал да приеме дара и препратил рибаря в Нанива. Там пък принц Осасаги, от своя страна, го върнал обратно в Уджи. Рибата се развалила и започнала да мирише, затова рибарят я изхвърлил и хванал друга. Отново отишъл с нея в Уджи и отново бил изпратен в Нанива, а оттам - още веднъж в Уджи. Накрая му дошло до гуша и уморен от тежките пътувания напред-назад, седнал край пътя и заплакал. Това трогнало Ирацуко, който стигнал до извода, че заради упоритоста му страната остава без владетел. И той решил проблема веднъж завинаги - самоубил се, като поставил по този начин принц Осасаги пред свършен факт.&lt;br /&gt;Неописуеми били отчаянието и мъката на Осасаги, когато научил за смъртта на брат си. Без да яде и пие, той бързо потеглил за УДжи. Като застанал над положеното в ковчег тяло на покойника (а вече били изминали три дни от смъртта му), той започнал да го упреква, горчиво и да го кори и дал воля на мъката си. Тогава покойникът възкръснал, седнал в ковчега и произнесъл цяло слово. В него обосновал правилноста на постъпката си. Накрая подарил на брат си една наложница с невиждана хубост, след което се наместил удобно и повторно умрял. Този път вече завинаги.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4739088104626995581?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4739088104626995581/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4739088104626995581' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4739088104626995581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4739088104626995581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Част от един японски мит'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-8756117030538414550</id><published>2009-10-10T01:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:24:40.114+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Есен</title><content type='html'>Жълти листа, красиви залези и лайка - само като чай.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-8756117030538414550?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/8756117030538414550/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=8756117030538414550' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/8756117030538414550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/8756117030538414550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_10.html' title='Есен'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4954261037808719733</id><published>2009-10-09T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:11:23.152+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Пропаднали идеи</title><content type='html'>Когато няма какво да правиш - просто чакай да дойде другият ден.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4954261037808719733?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4954261037808719733/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4954261037808719733' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4954261037808719733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4954261037808719733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_09.html' title='Пропаднали идеи'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4371836536468212720</id><published>2009-10-08T22:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:37:50.787+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Вихрушки</title><content type='html'>Гръм и мълнии са чувствата и емоциите ми... Толкова ми е трудно да ги обясня... А колко много искам да публикувам нещо наистина положително тук.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4371836536468212720?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4371836536468212720/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4371836536468212720' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4371836536468212720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4371836536468212720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_08.html' title='Вихрушки'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1363306507685726971</id><published>2009-10-01T23:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:28:00.877+03:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Защо не мога да избирам между тези две неща - да умра сега - или - да бъда доволен завинаги."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1363306507685726971?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1363306507685726971/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1363306507685726971' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1363306507685726971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1363306507685726971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-5960882050846594515</id><published>2009-09-28T21:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:04:28.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Пух</title><content type='html'>Оказва се, че за неопределено дълго време не мога да ям яйца и птиче месо...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-5960882050846594515?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/5960882050846594515/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=5960882050846594515' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/5960882050846594515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/5960882050846594515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_28.html' title='Пух'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-72394972122859472</id><published>2009-09-23T21:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:53:51.884+03:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"I want somebody to want me so much that if I disappear, there will be a hole in their heart."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div 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Romantic Improvement&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Duel Against an Invisible Enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;и така от няколко дни... докога?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1463854566074783724?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1463854566074783724/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1463854566074783724' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1463854566074783724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1463854566074783724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=3049480073141017034' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3049480073141017034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3049480073141017034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_23.html' title='Втора летна почивка'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZ4kRclSWPo/SpFc7btjfNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KIuJ6ylLPH4/s72-c/STA60213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4077142121479817930</id><published>2009-08-12T23:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:05:39.033+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Игра</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZ4kRclSWPo/SoMtp9dFYXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/icNdXR0xnSE/s1600-h/pZaimov_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZ4kRclSWPo/SoMtp9dFYXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/icNdXR0xnSE/s400/pZaimov_0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369185379650199922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;жалко, че не мога така да издухам и проблемите...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4077142121479817930?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4077142121479817930/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4077142121479817930' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4077142121479817930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4077142121479817930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Игра'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZ4kRclSWPo/SoMtp9dFYXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/icNdXR0xnSE/s72-c/pZaimov_0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-5927609982050991409</id><published>2009-08-09T19:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:25:22.357+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are.&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you, tell you I need you,&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I set you apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions,&lt;br /&gt;Oh lets go back to the start.&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, Comin' in tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a science apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy,&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy,&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessin' at numbers and figures,&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart.&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science, science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start.&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' in circles, Chasin' tails&lt;br /&gt;Comin' back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy,&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's such a shame for us to part.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy,&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' back to the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh oooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh oooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh oooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh oooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-6023495383751343103</id><published>2009-07-31T00:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:02:21.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички: Сън в Лятна Нощ</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Всичко е любов, любов, любов!&lt;br /&gt;Другото не струва!&lt;br /&gt;Другото е сиво!&lt;br /&gt;Всеки много обича&lt;br /&gt;млади и стари, грозни и красиви!&lt;br /&gt;И се върти омагьосания кръг&lt;br /&gt;от царя до занаятчията,&lt;br /&gt;от цветята до животните&lt;br /&gt;и целия свят!&lt;br /&gt;Върти се омагьосания кръг&lt;br /&gt;на любовта и в него целия свят,&lt;br /&gt;повикал на помощ елфи,&lt;br /&gt;феи,&lt;br /&gt;духове&lt;br /&gt;и онзи прекрасен сън&lt;br /&gt;в лятната горска нощ.&lt;br /&gt;Сънят,&lt;br /&gt;който всичко&lt;br /&gt;преобръща,&lt;br /&gt;подлудява,&lt;br /&gt;преобразява!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Животът е само сън.&lt;br /&gt;И трудно е да се каже&lt;br /&gt;кой свят е по-истински&lt;br /&gt;в живота или в съня ни.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;от У. Шекспир&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-6023495383751343103?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/6023495383751343103/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=6023495383751343103' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6023495383751343103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6023495383751343103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_31.html' title='В кавички: Сън в Лятна Нощ'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7197913733036281432</id><published>2009-07-16T12:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:42:26.534+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ваканция</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZ4kRclSWPo/Sl71_g6-LkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dgDBKMa9m1c/s1600-h/STA60181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZ4kRclSWPo/Sl71_g6-LkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dgDBKMa9m1c/s320/STA60181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358991078135311938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7197913733036281432?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7197913733036281432/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7197913733036281432' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7197913733036281432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7197913733036281432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_16.html' title='Ваканция'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZ4kRclSWPo/Sl71_g6-LkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dgDBKMa9m1c/s72-c/STA60181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7025784309445224497</id><published>2009-07-09T22:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:49:08.283+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot spot</title><content type='html'>Аз по-скоро ще се нося като въздушен елемент на въздушните маси над вулкана, чакайки го да изригне и да ме потопи в горещата си лава...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7025784309445224497?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7025784309445224497/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7025784309445224497' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7025784309445224497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7025784309445224497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-spot.html' title='Hot spot'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-9218308668436669632</id><published>2009-07-08T21:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:57:38.498+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Процес</title><content type='html'>Всяко начало е - трудно. Всеки край е - гаден. А по средата съм просто тъжна.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-9218308668436669632?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/9218308668436669632/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=9218308668436669632' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/9218308668436669632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/9218308668436669632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Процес'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-6626464986280191718</id><published>2009-06-29T01:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:03:14.403+03:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"През целия си живот винаги ще казваш "Довиждане". Но не позволявай това да те накара да спреш да обичаш."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-6626464986280191718?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/6626464986280191718/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=6626464986280191718' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6626464986280191718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6626464986280191718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_29.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-2180931459220607374</id><published>2009-06-28T12:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:27:50.701+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OST of The Life - Something Special</title><content type='html'>If there’s no chance to reach you,&lt;br /&gt;No bridge, no boat, no stones,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would swim the waters,&lt;br /&gt;Just like Brian Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would ever lose you,&lt;br /&gt;To someone else one day,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be diplomatic,&lt;br /&gt;Just like Cassius Clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to worry,&lt;br /&gt;Just rely on me.&lt;br /&gt;I forever will be faithful,&lt;br /&gt;Like Lady Chatterley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s a need to tease you,&lt;br /&gt;As a chance to make you stay,&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna, I’m gonna be your wild one&lt;br /&gt;Just like Doris Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my everyday sensation,&lt;br /&gt;You’re my heaven, you’re my hell.&lt;br /&gt;Like a roller-coaster ride,&lt;br /&gt;We can make it to the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect combination,&lt;br /&gt;Like the seashore and the shell,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re something special, babe,&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;So incredible…&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else,&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable…&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;So deceivable…&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;So impossible…&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else,&lt;br /&gt;So incredible…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable…&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else,&lt;br /&gt;So deceivable…&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to worry,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;Just rely on me,&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re so special…&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…faithful, like Lady Chatterley…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-2180931459220607374?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/2180931459220607374/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=2180931459220607374' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2180931459220607374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2180931459220607374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/06/ost-of-life-something-special.html' title='OST of The Life - Something Special'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-3888191200698345262</id><published>2009-06-26T11:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:58:44.488+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics - Обичам Те Дотук</title><content type='html'>По този път един и същ&lt;br /&gt;Разнася мълнии трамвая.&lt;br /&gt;Гърми и обещава дъжд,&lt;br /&gt;А аз какво да обещая –&lt;br /&gt;Обичам те до тук.&lt;br /&gt;Обичам те до тук.&lt;br /&gt;До този мост, до тази гара,&lt;br /&gt;До този миг и звук, &lt;br /&gt;До розата на светофара,&lt;br /&gt;До ъгъла но тротоара,&lt;br /&gt;Обичам те до тук.&lt;br /&gt;Сега трамваят е нащрек&lt;br /&gt;Внезапно забелязал,&lt;br /&gt;Че вече съм един човек&lt;br /&gt;От релсите излязъл.&lt;br /&gt;Обичам те до тук.&lt;br /&gt;И отминават твойте крачки&lt;br /&gt;Изглежда, че съм станал друг&lt;br /&gt;След този писък на спирачки –&lt;br /&gt;Обичам те…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-3888191200698345262?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/3888191200698345262/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=3888191200698345262' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3888191200698345262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/3888191200698345262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/06/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics - Обичам Те Дотук'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1272327195680907385</id><published>2009-06-22T00:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:27:29.607+03:00</updated><title type='text'>В кавички:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Все още не знаеше, че от мига, когато срещнеш някого и го обикнеш, когато го залюлееш в мислите си, трябва да започнеш да се учиш да живееш без него."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1272327195680907385?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1272327195680907385/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1272327195680907385' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1272327195680907385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1272327195680907385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_22.html' title='В кавички:'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-6899681740328020020</id><published>2009-06-21T19:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:51:29.172+03:00</updated><title type='text'>За любовта и храната</title><content type='html'>Не знам дали 'любовта на мъжа минава през стомаха'...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Но забелязвам, че на повечето жени разделите с любовта минават именно от там - най-често под формата на адски много въглехидрати - в течно или твърдо състояние.&lt;br /&gt;Понякога и в двете заедно.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Наздраве!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-6899681740328020020?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/6899681740328020020/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=6899681740328020020' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6899681740328020020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/6899681740328020020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_21.html' title='За любовта и храната'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-4724138264776830101</id><published>2009-06-14T16:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:47:00.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Нарушено</title><content type='html'>Нарушено ми е равновесието, вероятно защото аз причинявам нарушения също.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Постоянно се ядосвам от дребните, еснафски разговори и противоречия, които съпътстват отношенията ми с хората.&lt;br /&gt;Защото напоследък съм станала прекалено чувствителна, въпреки че се преструвам на силна, сигурно е от хапчетата за хормоните, които ми се налага да пия. Защото и равновесието на хормоните ми е нарушено също.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Въобще аз руша напоследък с размах. Ако не искаш да бъдеш счупен, бягай далеко от мен.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-4724138264776830101?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/4724138264776830101/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=4724138264776830101' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4724138264776830101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/4724138264776830101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_14.html' title='Нарушено'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-7695436345588388127</id><published>2009-06-04T23:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:28:24.455+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Цък, цък, цък...</title><content type='html'>Обичам да решавам задачи и нямам предвид само математически такива.&lt;br /&gt;Говоря за задачи и в смисълът им на проблеми.&lt;br /&gt;Но бавно - така спокойно, нежно дори. Без излишен стрес и "хабене на нерви" (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;леле, а този израз колко много го мразя&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Без да бързам за крайния отговор, да съм спокойна.&lt;br /&gt;Да имам ръководители, също така, които да ми помагат в случай на нужда, но не да ми дават готови несмилаеми отговори, а да ме насочват към личното им откриване.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Просто обичам да си цъкам по разни малки задачки, които правят света по интересен... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-7695436345588388127?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/7695436345588388127/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=7695436345588388127' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7695436345588388127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/7695436345588388127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Цък, цък, цък...'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1176606994454249186</id><published>2009-06-03T23:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:34:11.500+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Play on - Yes Man</title><content type='html'>Започнах една игра, в която не трябва да отказвам. :) &lt;br /&gt;Ако след месец съм отказвала повече пъти от противника, ще изпълнявам желания цял месец, ако се откажа от играта трябва на момента да изпълня няколко желания.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Същите правила важат и за противниковия отбор.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Играта започна забавно. :) Обичам спортния хъс. Аз лично мисля, че шансовете за победа са в моя полза, но да видим след месец...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1176606994454249186?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1176606994454249186/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1176606994454249186' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1176606994454249186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1176606994454249186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/06/play-on-yes-man.html' title='Play on - Yes Man'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-1103127484518188885</id><published>2009-05-19T22:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:57:30.497+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Смисълът на обречените връзки</title><content type='html'>Запълват ти времето до смислената. Ако има въобще такава. &lt;br /&gt;Действат най-често анти-стрес. Поне на мен.&lt;br /&gt;Не изискват себераздаване, т.е. имаш сили и време за други дейности, идеи и цели.&lt;br /&gt;Карат те да се чувстваш желан...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;и други ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-1103127484518188885?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/1103127484518188885/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=1103127484518188885' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1103127484518188885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/1103127484518188885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_19.html' title='Смисълът на обречените връзки'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14059890.post-2213871146533099044</id><published>2009-05-08T19:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:28:36.282+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Пълнолуние = Пълнолудие ?</title><content type='html'>Остават още 10 часа до пълната луна.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;А аз искам да спя, за да бъда честна. Жалко, че няма да мога.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"insistently underlines the dangers of a Pluto-Venus hard aspect: depravation, dark conspiracy, plot or corruption! As always, the truth is more complex."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Трябва да си пусна нещо по-разведряващо за фон на този мрачен петък.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14059890-2213871146533099044?l=mushkato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/feeds/2213871146533099044/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14059890&amp;postID=2213871146533099044' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2213871146533099044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14059890/posts/default/2213871146533099044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushkato.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_08.html' title='Пълнолуние = Пълнолудие ?'/><author><name>Des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03459034690791348069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://files.myopera.com/4udeska/albums/43412/IMG_0581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
