<?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-5589963256295512479</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:36:53.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>angels</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-8067698498172819992</id><published>2009-12-19T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:36:37.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I silly again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exactly 18 months have passed since I saw your face for the last time. I thought I am over you. I thought I dont like you anymore. I thought I could hate you. I thought I could forget you. I thought I can forget you forever, forget it that you even existed.&lt;br /&gt;Repressing the memories, repressing the feelings. Everything about you. Sad inside, happy to the outside world. Never showing to anybody how deeply I was injured. How deeply you hurt me. You act like everything is fine. I act like if everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009. Hell came over me again when I saw your face at the football match. There. My heart beets once...twice ...stronger. I start to feel something inside, something forbidden. I know its bad to look at you. Bad to imagine it how I would kiss you again. How I would hug you again. Wondering if these are just the old memories coming back, or am I really longing for your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we meet after the match. You tell me you love me...still...&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it. I dont want to believe you. But still...maybe I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-8067698498172819992?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/8067698498172819992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=8067698498172819992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/8067698498172819992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/8067698498172819992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-silly-again.html' title='Am I silly again?'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-7907650453287550765</id><published>2009-09-26T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:07:00.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stipendium</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why is everything so complicated? I wanna study in Germany from next year on. With a scholarship. With this DAAD programme or whatever it is called. But its so f**king complicated. Have to write 7 kinds of paper, and this and that, and write email to the German University and AHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant they just give you a paper ...that you can download from net, like here, nice to see you, nice to know you wanna study in Germany. But nooooo.....You have to check like 5 internet pages just to find out whats the date until you can hand in your papers. Geeeeezzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid system stupid germans that they have to be so precise. Damn... by the way I like germans...so no offense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have to hand in every paper 3 times. Can you belive it? I need a paper from my marks, I need a CV, and a letter why I wanna go there, and a filled out paper with my name and pic and so on, another paper from my german language exam and two more that I dont remember. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it works then HELLO GERMANY! but..yeah...thats still a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLZ keep your fingers crossed for me...This is just way too much stress for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather go sleeping now, thx for listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-7907650453287550765?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/7907650453287550765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=7907650453287550765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/7907650453287550765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/7907650453287550765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/09/stipendium.html' title='Stipendium'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-3845218084402225162</id><published>2009-07-07T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:03:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Months have passed since my last entry. Now I feel like writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tell you what my heart is longing for. I wanna love. I wanna love again like when I was a teenager. Like in highschool. Wild, and careless. I remember when I loved back then. I was so upset always. So wild, and somehow strange. I felt like in heaven, and when I argued with my beloved one I wanted to die. Like the world would have collapsed. Of course it wasnt the end of the world. But I had so many emotions. Eternal love is what I wanted to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always going and drinking with friends, with my boyfriend on my side. Always laughing always smiling always so happy. I was so happy at that time. SO free so not caring so in love. I would have died  for my love. I would have gave my soul to the devil. I woke up every morning excited and waiting for the morning sunshine just to get to school to see him. To see HIM. Always rushing to school and coming home late. Always hanging with friends and with my love. I really felt so free. I felt like nothing can go wrong and this will last for ever. Like a dream. I felt like screaming from happiness. Always hugging him so strong like nothing before. Always so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you are left. Now thats the real nightmare. Crushed and broken. Crying and crawling. Depressed and lonely. When you are forgotten. Trying your best to win someone back but it wont work. And you leave eachothers side like strangers, like monsters like ...you cant even tell it how. And you build a wall. You build it together but you dont speak to eachother. And it kills you slowly in your heart, in the deeps. The wounds wont heal in a day, nor in a month. Maybe not even in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you only wish to runaway. Far away. As far as possible. In the darkness. Or in light but only just to fake your feelings. You just wanna get over him. But getting over means forgetting but forgetting means losing, losing means pain, pain means suffering. Devils circle. It hurts anyway. There is no other way. Kill and being killed. Thats love. The tears come down on your face everymorning when you wake up and you already hate the sunshine. Cauz you know you cant hug him this morning or the next one either. Maybe...never again. And thats why I hate to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-3845218084402225162?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/3845218084402225162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=3845218084402225162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/3845218084402225162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/3845218084402225162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna.html' title='I wanna...'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-5772630134349466540</id><published>2009-04-23T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:57:21.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can some animals talk like humans?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;This week I read a few articles which said that chimpanzees can talk, and understand human language. But I don't think so. So I began to read more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found many arguments that were for and against the assumption, that the chimpanzees can be taught/ can learn a human language. I read several articles, but there were only a few that really caught my attention. So here is the story, listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American scholars believe that there is a similarity in the nervous system between humans and chimpanzees. So they believe that the chimpanzees are, or could be able to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a human is speaking, his left brain is active. There is a so called “Broca-area” which is more active than any other place in the brain, when somebody is speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago Scholars have made some research. They tried to teach chimpanzees to talk. Most of the time these animals didn’t really talk. In there communication the gesticulation and the mimic took the biggest part. As the people were watching the brain activity of the animals- when the animals tried to communicate, to speak- they discovered, that the chimpanzees left brain side was active. Exactly on the same place where the human brain gets active, when somebody speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the chimpanzees mouth structure is not built for speaking. Their mouth isn’t really capable to perform speaking. That’s why they only use most of the time hand signals, and mimic, and gesticulation. And the most important thing is that they can not learn, or understand the grammar system. They can’t use it. They may understand and learn the signals, and pictures, but they can’t learn or use the grammar. So partly you can teach chimpanzees to talk, they can learn signs and pictures, and understand some of the conversation, but they can not make up a whole sentence, they can’t learn the grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is partly true if we say that chimpanzees can be taught/ can learn to speak. Beside these important facts, scholars believe that the chimpanzees and the human beings had common ancestors back in the past, like 5-8 million years ago, in the Pliocene age. But there was a question that rose up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if only those chimpanzees were able to speak, that were brought up by humans. Because it is true that they have the brain structure that they need for speaking when they are born, it is already in them, but those chimpanzees, that were brought up by humans, used another kind of communication system then the wild ones. They used signs, and gestures that the wild ones didn’t use. So it could be that only those chimpanzees can communicate, who were brought up in human society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this topic very interesting. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-5772630134349466540?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/5772630134349466540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=5772630134349466540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/5772630134349466540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/5772630134349466540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-some-animals-talk-like-humans.html' title='Can some animals talk like humans?'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-7525329252021483042</id><published>2009-04-02T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:57:46.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bee Hive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;HI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week has passed by. It is already April. Time is running. Faster then before. Only one more month left, and we have to began to prepare for the exams. Another semester ends. After the hard exams we can relax again for a few months. Studying, relaxing, studying, relax. Finish one school after another. Living from day to day. Studying and then working till the end of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really our destiny? Working like busy bees. Never stopping always doing something. Everybody has it's own job here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the little things and the little things make up the big things. But we have done something very bad. We destroyed our environment. Well, not yet. Not totally. I have to admit that I believe in supernatural forces. I believe that our Earth is a breathing living thing. I believe Nature lives, and it controls our planet. And this year, this autumn- some people say-that our poor home will take it's revenge. I don't wanna scare you I don't wanna tell you what did they say. But we still have a chance to save our home. We still can do something. It's never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after this blog you think I am a bit silly, or crazy, I don't care. I just shared my opinion with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-7525329252021483042?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/7525329252021483042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=7525329252021483042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/7525329252021483042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/7525329252021483042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/04/bee-hive.html' title='The Bee Hive'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-9221268837036327570</id><published>2009-03-27T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:23:40.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/Sc1UltvcMiI/AAAAAAAAACw/eNwIjTKekpQ/s1600-h/garfield_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/Sc1UltvcMiI/AAAAAAAAACw/eNwIjTKekpQ/s200/garfield_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317999741904892450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Garfield . How about you? Do you like it, or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple question, short entry. Maybe next time it will be a bit longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-9221268837036327570?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/9221268837036327570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=9221268837036327570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/9221268837036327570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/9221268837036327570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/03/garfield.html' title='Garfield'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/Sc1UltvcMiI/AAAAAAAAACw/eNwIjTKekpQ/s72-c/garfield_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-2130567281998352663</id><published>2009-03-15T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:45:29.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/Sb0MW5mId-I/AAAAAAAAACo/7h2wDXks1bg/s1600-h/Edward_Cullen_by_NovemberNightsx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313416722924468194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/Sb0MW5mId-I/AAAAAAAAACo/7h2wDXks1bg/s200/Edward_Cullen_by_NovemberNightsx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Isn't he the cutest vampire ever? In my opinion yes. You can read his and Bella's story in the book Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book Twilight was written by Stephenie Meyer. It is mainly about a vampire who fells in love with a human girl, named Bella. The story is absolutely great. I saw the film 2 months ago, and now I read the book. The book is 1000 times better, you can believe me. Still at first watch the movie didn't really fascinate me, but after I read the whole book, I got a whole new perspective about this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading the book, and Bella fell in love with Edward/ vampire/ I felt like falling in love with him too. I know it's absolutely ridiculous, but I just had this very strong feeling, like I would be the main char. This book is a compulsive reading, also a good bedtime reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly good story with drama, fighting, love and romance. I am sure that I will read this book again, after I read the other 3 parts :) On Monday I will go to a bookshop, and buy the 2nd part titled New Moon. In that story probably the werewolves will appear too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend, hope you enjoyed my little blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-2130567281998352663?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/2130567281998352663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=2130567281998352663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/2130567281998352663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/2130567281998352663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/Sb0MW5mId-I/AAAAAAAAACo/7h2wDXks1bg/s72-c/Edward_Cullen_by_NovemberNightsx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-5287756630235095789</id><published>2009-03-06T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:36:28.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So soft...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week has ended. Nothing special happened. Only one thing. There was good weather. Yuppiiii....finally. The sun is shining, the wind is nice, the sky is blue, birds are singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of these beautiful days I was walking in Kaposvár. It was a perfect day. Perfect spring day. Walking down the street as I was viewing the shop-windows I saw something very cute. A NICI shop. Never go in that shop. It's evil . :) I tell you it's evil. It's full of cute and furry, and pink and blue and every kind of color things. It's actually seducing you. Like "Buy me, I am so adorable" Damn, and you buy it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the next victim. I went in there. That was the first wrong step. I even looked around. Very bad decision. I even touched the things there- you know you can say good bye to your money at this point. I like plush toys very much, specially if it's very very soft. And believe me NICI products are more than soft :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after 1 hour I don't wanna tell you how much money I spent and what I bought but I think I won't eat the next weeks :) Thank God I have some fellowship from University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None the less, I like NICI products very much and always try to find the cheaper stuff. Even if I leave much money there I always leave the shop with a smiling face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-5287756630235095789?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/5287756630235095789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=5287756630235095789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/5287756630235095789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/5287756630235095789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-soft.html' title='So soft...'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-1737937699379590314</id><published>2009-02-20T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:40:22.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week, Tuesday, the 24th of febr, my birthday, my 20th birtday. Awful. Is it just me or is it really scary, it's giving me the creeps. I mean ...20 years...that's a lot. Thats like 1/4th of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a teenager. I mean HELLO! TEENager...I am not anymore a nineteen year old teenager.&lt;br /&gt;Very shocking. I think this is when you really turn in to an adult. You grow up. You have to grow up. It's a must. But, what if I don't want to grow up, I just don't wanna. I feel happy as I am. Young, and not caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the 20th year, you feel older, much older. Not like when you get from 18 to 19. It's not like that. It's a real mile stone, atleast in my oppinion. So, anyway, maybe it's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a postcard, and a letter from my best friend. She is in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postcard had the next poem in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and chatting&lt;br /&gt;and drinking wine&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you 're&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Birthday&lt;br /&gt;is every bit&lt;br /&gt;as wonderful as you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So touching. A person who really loves me, no matter what happens, or where she is. I hope I am a friend like that too to her. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-1737937699379590314?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/1737937699379590314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=1737937699379590314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/1737937699379590314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/1737937699379590314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/02/day.html' title='THE day'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-2293636746950534208</id><published>2009-02-19T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:44:54.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Let's get it started ...new semester, new classmates, new experience, the same old me. That will be the new year. Hopefully not so difficult. I already have more free time than last semester, that's already a good point :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, be happy and have a nice night. To tell you the truth I am in a hurry right now, have to go to a party :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at the weekend I won't be in such a rush, and have time to chill, and write in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-2293636746950534208?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/2293636746950534208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=2293636746950534208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/2293636746950534208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/2293636746950534208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-again.html' title='And again...'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-986284577987067228</id><published>2009-01-11T04:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:43:35.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;BUNNYHERO PET START /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 250px; padding: 0; margin: 0; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/tiger" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="cn=julian&amp;an=andika&amp;clr=0xfefffa" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET END /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzMTY3NzQzOTc4NiZwdD*xMjMxNjc3ODEwOTI5JnA9NTU3MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89NGU*YWM2NzU4Y2MxNDk5NGE3MTc1ZDMzNGJmNTBiYzA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-986284577987067228?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/986284577987067228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=986284577987067228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/986284577987067228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/986284577987067228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2009/01/angel.html' title='angel'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-7497689115830600566</id><published>2008-12-20T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:26:28.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and white-Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Voglio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vederti&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fosse&lt;/span&gt; pure per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pochi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;minuti&lt;/span&gt;. = I would like to see you, even if it's only for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causing pain, to hurt someone. That's the last thing that You wanna do on this planet. Though it happens. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Misunderstandings&lt;/span&gt;, arguing, shouting. A knife in your back. Starting to realise you should open your heart. It's not easy, when your heart is full of wounds, that still bleed. Trust a new person. You would say never again. But should it stay like this forever? No. But sometimes you are just to week to do anything. Or maybe deep in you, you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to make the first steps, but if someone else makes those few steps, you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say about love, you keep coming back. You act like a statue, but deep in you, I know there is a heart, that is beating faster and faster. I am sick of playing these games. I could admit that I am wrong. I am sorry, but I have to be strong, and move on. Nothing is broken. I loved you. You are on my heart like a tattoo. I'll always have you. You wanted passion. Sorry, but my heart is long time ago broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change your mind, like a girl changes it's clothes. You are hot then you are cold, you are up, then you are down. You don't really wanna stay. You are YES then you are NO. WE used to be friends, we used to laugh, and now everything has gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am something else. I lost my mind a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dozen&lt;/span&gt; times, now it won't happen. You beg for my love, but if I don't give it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;, you shout and argue. You beg me to trust you, you say you did everything for me. You really did everything for me EXCEPT for one thing. You didn't understand me. You don't know me, but judge me by my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to save me from myself.  I am sorry for everything, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; one day you forgive me, maybe one day I forgive to myself, and to others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Never forget me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-7497689115830600566?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/7497689115830600566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=7497689115830600566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/7497689115830600566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/7497689115830600566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-and-white-letter.html' title='Black and white-Letter'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-2930212516220486256</id><published>2008-12-11T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:14:23.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wonder if you know, how it really feels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everybody has problems. So do I. You may ask what are girls biggest problems. Guess. That's right, boys. Always the boys. Of course I do know it's the same in the other way. Boys have always problems with girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How should I know if a boy is only playing with me, or does he have real feelings. With real feelings I mean ...well, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; don't really know what I mean. It's just that, you think "it's like this, but it's like that". How should I know if he is really into me. Nobody can ever know. I am already 19 years old, and still naive, and try to learn from my faults. That just don't works always.  When you are into someone, and think like the whole world has stopped for one moment. Just for one moment.  You have the feeling you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ment&lt;/span&gt; to be together. But then after a while you figure it out that you are totally wrong. But than there is a bit of hope, that maybe, but only maybe you are wrong. And then everything gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are patient, try to be nice, always smile, but deep in you you bleed, and cry. You feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt; and try  to break free. But there is no way out. You are getting this strange feeling, that you -maybe- never had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;. Then you start to think: " What do I really feel deep in my heart?" Then you start to realize something awful. You are going down babe. That's right. You start to fall in love. Of course you don't want that. But the feeling got you. And this is why you wanna run away, get as far as you can. But your heart keeps holding you back, and making you ask yourself: " Does he love me too?Sure he does, he is nice. NICE. Not in love. Nice. " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cauz&lt;/span&gt; if he would be in love with you he would never ever tell you. You may ask why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cauz&lt;/span&gt; he is proud, he is a boy. That's why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-2930212516220486256?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/2930212516220486256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=2930212516220486256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/2930212516220486256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/2930212516220486256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-i-wonder-if-you-know-how-it-really.html' title='And I wonder if you know, how it really feels...'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-5653145394406207757</id><published>2008-12-06T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:32:45.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In English</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RISE, Magyar! is the country's call!&lt;br /&gt; The time has come, say one and all:&lt;br /&gt; Shall we be slaves, shall we be free?&lt;br /&gt; This is the question, now agree!&lt;br /&gt; For by the Magyar's God above&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear,&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear the tyrant's yoke&lt;br /&gt; No more to bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alas! till now we were but slaves;&lt;br /&gt; Our fathers resting in their graves&lt;br /&gt; Sleep not in freedom's soil. In vain&lt;br /&gt; They fought and died free homes to gain.&lt;br /&gt; But by the Magyar's God above&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear,&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear the tyrant's yoke&lt;br /&gt; No more to bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A miserable wretch is he&lt;br /&gt; Who fears to die, my land, for thee!&lt;br /&gt; His worthless life who thinks to be&lt;br /&gt; Worth more than thou, sweet liberty!&lt;br /&gt; Now by the Magyar's God above&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear,&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear the tyrant's yoke&lt;br /&gt; No more to bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sword is brighter than the chain,&lt;br /&gt; Men cannot nobler gems attain;&lt;br /&gt; And yet the chain we wore, oh, shame!&lt;br /&gt; Unsheath the sword of ancient fame!&lt;br /&gt; For by the Magyar's God above&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear,&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear the tyrant's yoke&lt;br /&gt; No more to bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Magyar's name will soon once more&lt;br /&gt; Be honored as it was before!&lt;br /&gt; The shame and dust of ages past&lt;br /&gt; Our valor shall wipe out at last.&lt;br /&gt; For by the Magyar's God above&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear,&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear the tyrant's yoke&lt;br /&gt; No more to bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And where our graves in verdure rise,&lt;br /&gt; Our children's children to the skies&lt;br /&gt; Shall speak the grateful joy they feel,&lt;br /&gt; And bless our names the while they kneel.&lt;br /&gt; For by the Magyar's God above&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear,&lt;br /&gt; We truly swear the tyrant's yoke&lt;br /&gt; No more to bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know what is this? It almost sounds better in English, than in Hungarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-5653145394406207757?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/5653145394406207757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=5653145394406207757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/5653145394406207757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/5653145394406207757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/12/killing-time.html' title='In English'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-390310117679692027</id><published>2008-11-28T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:37:47.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories by prince Arthas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/STBz-Drw0pI/AAAAAAAAACY/su5qZCcZInQ/s1600-h/angyal_felho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273842673628795538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/STBz-Drw0pI/AAAAAAAAACY/su5qZCcZInQ/s200/angyal_felho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many years ago, on a grey autumn day, when the sky was full of dark clouds, I began with my journey. I had no idea where to go, but my hearth was calling me, like nothing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my things and rode a horse. After a few days, I found what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black castle, on a high hill, next to a lake. I went there with a haste. The castle was old, and cold, it had high walls, and nothing nice, that could make you feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front of the huge door, and wanted to rap on. Before I had my chance, the door opened by itself. I was like WOW, what the hell is going on!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes wide, I wish I wouldn't have been in such a fright. My hands were shaking, my hearth beat fast, but I know I had to make the first step. Inside the castle it was dark, and only a few candles gave some light. I took one in my hand, and then I was frightened by myself. You ask why? Because a question appeared in my mind. This is a castle, thousand years old, there is nothing here, not even a soul. But then who lit the light? I asked a question in my mind. I walked through the corridor, and I felt the sorrow in the walls. There was something strange, that I couldn't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a staircase, I know I had to go that way. I found a window, and I saw that outside the wind blow. A storm was coming, there was lightning. I felt that my quest was near, I just didn't have to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked alone, on this cold corridor. I didn't even really know where to go. Then I saw this room, where somebody stood. She was looking out the window, like an old, sad widow. She wore a black coat, which came down all the way to the floor. She turned around, dropped her coat, and then I saw something incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had wings, like birds, and a smile like no girl. She was beautiful. She was a seraph. As I looked in her eyes, I started to realize. She was my angel, the one who belongs to me. My only guardian, who protects me. From that moment I knew, I had nothing to lose. I found what I was looking for. I got back my true soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an angel too? I know I do .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-390310117679692027?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/390310117679692027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=390310117679692027' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/390310117679692027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/390310117679692027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories-by-prince-arthas.html' title='Memories by prince Arthas'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/STBz-Drw0pI/AAAAAAAAACY/su5qZCcZInQ/s72-c/angyal_felho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-3312573069490966942</id><published>2008-11-07T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:54:57.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I like....chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Hello you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this week I am going to speak about my holiday in Greece. I spent in that beautiful, warm country 10 days. Well, not exactly 10 days, because the trip took us 1 day, by bus. It was organized by my school again. Like the London trip. Anybody could come. This was in 2006, the 19Th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SRS34sxXF1I/AAAAAAAAACI/I7qv-84QPQs/s1600-h/K%C3%A9p+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SRS34sxXF1I/AAAAAAAAACI/I7qv-84QPQs/s200/K%C3%A9p+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266036049021704018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was just as wonderful as in London. Maybe a bit better, because we weren't rushing the whole day, like going here, then going there. We had our own free time, everybody did what he/she wanted to. There was one, or two days when we had a collective programme. One day we visited the Meteoras..dunno how to spell it good. That's a place where monks are. So it's ...ah..it's hard to explain. These are some kind of temples, which are on the peak of the mountains, very high. Well, you have to know , that Greek people are very, and I mean VERY religious. Anyway, the churches looked amazing. And, we went to the "Fountain of life"....and I drank from it, so hopefully I will live for ever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day, when we had this joint programme with everybody else, it was a tour, by ship, to Turtle Island. And now imagine it, sunshine, white sand,palm trees, blue ocean. Hm...wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SRS3NqLXS8I/AAAAAAAAACA/SWWCDJYdnSo/s1600-h/DSC01112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SRS3NqLXS8I/AAAAAAAAACA/SWWCDJYdnSo/s200/DSC01112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266035309591088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and another great thing. I ate Greek food. You know what that means? Yep. Octopus, clam, and stuff like that. It's not that bad at all. You had to chew it a bit better, than chicken, but it had a nice taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SRS4oANyYuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Uynm4qN8l08/s1600-h/P1010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SRS4oANyYuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Uynm4qN8l08/s200/P1010088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266036861695058658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, besides these 2 days, I spent my whole day laying in the sun, on the beach, and bathing in the cold sea. And I saw a few fish, and jellyfish. They kind of scared me :) And I caught a starfish. A very small one, and a few sea urchins. Yes, I know, it's not a nice thing. Sorry, I apologize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, all in all, it was a beautiful holiday. But for now, I am saying good bye, sleep well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-3312573069490966942?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/3312573069490966942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=3312573069490966942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/3312573069490966942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/3312573069490966942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-likechapter-2.html' title='What I like....chapter 2'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SRS34sxXF1I/AAAAAAAAACI/I7qv-84QPQs/s72-c/K%C3%A9p+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-2065497320766063259</id><published>2008-10-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:57:20.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I like....chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SQn16zKnh2I/AAAAAAAAABg/vhUlD5ieAdE/s1600-h/London+2005+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SQn16zKnh2I/AAAAAAAAABg/vhUlD5ieAdE/s200/London+2005+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263008030075094882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this blog I am going to tell you , what I like the most. Can you guess? No? Then let me tell you. I just LOVE traveling ( specially to other countries) and meeting new people. In my next blog I am going to tell you stories, where have I been, and what have I done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter One: Belgium - England - France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was in 2005 when a group of my classmates had decided to go to London. Our school organized a trip there, and anybody could volunteer, who wanted to. A few of my friends, and I have chose to go there,we thought it will be fun. Our journey started on the 12Th of July. Just when the terrorists have put  bombs in English subways. It was kind of scary to travel like that. But we weren't feared so much. The voyage took 2 days, by bus.All in all the holiday lasted for 10 days. As we were touring , to catch a ferry , we stopped in Belgium,Brussels for a day. Just to look around. It was amazing. Awfully big city , with so old houses, and so tight streets, that I have never imagined. I felt like if I have had gone back in time. Just like in the medieval period. It was so amazing. We saw the atomic stuff, I don't know officially what is it called :) anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SQn4Km4VWiI/AAAAAAAAABo/qPEdn577rmQ/s1600-h/London+2005+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SQn4Km4VWiI/AAAAAAAAABo/qPEdn577rmQ/s200/London+2005+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263010500678343202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next morning we took a ferry to Dover. Good old England...WE ARE COMING! Seeing the sea was amazing. It was so dark blue, and wavy, and there were huge, white (rather black :) )clouds everywhere on the sky. After almost an hour of traveling, we saw the enormous, white cliffs of the British Island. That's something you have to see. Really. If you were already in England you know what I mean. What a feeling it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SQn8PneNQVI/AAAAAAAAABw/AmIwXVSBkns/s1600-h/London+2005+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SQn8PneNQVI/AAAAAAAAABw/AmIwXVSBkns/s200/London+2005+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263014984783053138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spent like 6 days in England. We looked around in London on the first days, I can't find words for it, how beautiful it was. And so calm. Nobody is rushing there, everybody is patient. Not like in Hungary. I always think....why can't Hungary be like that ? What do you think? One of the days we visited Stonehenge, and Oxford, and some other close towns. Some old churches,museums, and everything.It was very tyring, but it was worth the energy. It was one of the best experiences in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we finished sightseeing in England, on the 8th days, we started our journey way back home. We took a ferryboat again, but at this time from Dover to Calais. That's right! We went to France, to Paris :) Spent a day there too, went to Madame Tussaud, Moulin Rouge, Louvre, Eiffel  Tower. It was a great 2 days also. But sadly the gossip is true. There are a lot of rats in Paris. :( But its OK, They are small :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SQn80Z2CyeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/12G6vaszflI/s1600-h/London+2005+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SQn80Z2CyeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/12G6vaszflI/s200/London+2005+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263015616780093922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry Victoria, Beckham is my husband from now on :D ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed my story, see you next week, ...where the topic will be Greece :)&lt;br /&gt;Take care ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-2065497320766063259?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/2065497320766063259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=2065497320766063259' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/2065497320766063259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/2065497320766063259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-likechapter-1.html' title='What I like....chapter 1'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SQn16zKnh2I/AAAAAAAAABg/vhUlD5ieAdE/s72-c/London+2005+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-9216487804935659646</id><published>2008-10-18T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:09:53.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday. I should enjoy my weekend, and think on the fall break. To tell you the truth nothing interesting happened, and I got bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day I got some thoughts. I was sitting out side, and watching as the leaves fall down. Pink, red, brown. Cold wind blows, and the clouds pass by fast on the sky. It's getting colder, and colder with everyday, and you start to think, or at least me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you just think about the past, and try to imagine the future. It gives you a good feeling. Just to sit down, and relax. Luckily I live in the suburb where cars rarely pass by. At nights there is only a little light. You can sit outside, and watch the stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember when in summer I couldn't sleep , and I set in my window, and gazed the stars. It was 3 o'clock in the morning, and I saw a falling star, not just one, but like 5 . It was amazing. I haven't seen them in ages. At that moment, I began to wonder. Was I really so busy, to not pay attention to such small things? Am I really so busy, that I can't stop for one moment and enjoy the small things in life? No, I don't think so. It's just that sometimes I forget the beautiful things in life. Like everybody does that once in a while. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example. When was the last time when a puppy licked your hand? When was the last time when you gave a big hug to your parents, or to a friend? Do you still remember what's it like to ride a bicycle? To laugh so hard that your face hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, there were so many things that I did as a child, and now days I seem to forget it. I am a bit mixed up, so I will sleep before things get worse in my head. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice night, take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-9216487804935659646?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/9216487804935659646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=9216487804935659646' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/9216487804935659646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/9216487804935659646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/10/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-3215951220084147124</id><published>2008-10-07T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:58:31.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Tuesday again, time is going fast. Maybe...too fast. But it's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I played on my computer the whole  weekend . The best game ever ...Sims 2 :) Don't look strange. It's a cool game :) OK, maybe it's not ment for my age, but I don't really care about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I don't play that often on the computer, but let's say twice a week, or to tell you the truth it depends on my mood. I like all kind of games. Racing games, killing games, adventure games...My favourite was, or ....ok...I still like it.. Baldur's GateII. , Tomb Raider I-IV. ,Sims..and so on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we wrote an exam. It was OK. It was funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I just discovered how to use a spellcheck ..wow...it's here on the toolbar. I can check English, German, Spanish...and every kind of language, that's very cool. First step, make a blog like this, and you will get a google toolbar, and there you have a "ABC check" sing, click on it, and it will help you, and check your messages. Awesome .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, hope you are proud of me , that I discovered this :D well, OK, I saw it before too, but I was always shy to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's for today. Have a nice night ..and a great week ..bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-3215951220084147124?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/3215951220084147124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=3215951220084147124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/3215951220084147124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/3215951220084147124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-4905848948941436530</id><published>2008-09-28T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:38:50.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's Sunday again. &lt;/span&gt;In a few hours I am going to leave Kaposvár again, and start my journey to Pécs. That's at least 1 and a half an hour of travelling, but I don't really care. For me it's fun to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing that I wanted to speak about is, that we made party again on Tuesday. I was just going on the corridor to get a drink, when all of a sudden who do I see? David, our English classmate, and than another English classmate and another and another :D I was like.." wow...ok...what's going on here? What's with all the people? " It was great to get known to them a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SN9cMdM3QnI/AAAAAAAAABI/fJFweCEvof8/s1600-h/nÃ©vtelen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251017059604054642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SN9cMdM3QnI/AAAAAAAAABI/fJFweCEvof8/s200/n%C3%A9vtelen.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the memories :) It was a nice night. I had my old friends there, and made new friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I have to go now, pack my things, and go to Pécs. Take care everybody, and have a nice day :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-4905848948941436530?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/4905848948941436530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=4905848948941436530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/4905848948941436530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/4905848948941436530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-week.html' title='A great week'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SN9cMdM3QnI/AAAAAAAAABI/fJFweCEvof8/s72-c/n%C3%A9vtelen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-3724836557759135399</id><published>2008-09-20T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:51:32.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hm...another week has passed by...nothing interesting happened. Mainly this is the reason why I didn't write in my blog.  The days in school were nice. Met some new people, maybe they will become my friends in the future. Who knows? !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Tuesday we went to a party with some of my friends. It was awesome. We danced a lot, had some fun, and then went back to our apartments. Slept like 4 hours, cauz next day there was school again....my first lesson started at 8 ..oh my...its so early for me :) and it was an English lesson...ahh..had to pay much attention...I often didn't know what were we speaking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the weather was awful...always raining...somewhere heavy rain, somewhere lighter rain...cold wind ...ahh...and the worst thing:  I left my autumn jackets at home. Great ...I had only a warm sweater...luckily one of my classmates lent me one of her jackets . I still cant believe it , that's its the 20th of September and its 8 degrees. I remember last year ...it was like 20 degrees for sure. I wore a t-shirt, and short jeans. Its amazing. Now days I  have to wear long jeans, sweater, scarf . I would like to go back in time. To feel the summer sunshine. Eat ice cream , drink cold cocktails, sleep the whole day, and not worrying about being lazy. Good old summer time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like it when its bad weather. Specially when its raining. If it's cold, then it should be winter. :) I like winter very much. There is nothing better than building a snowman :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, I am getting tired..so I decided to sleep :) have a nice night everyone , take care ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-3724836557759135399?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/3724836557759135399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=3724836557759135399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/3724836557759135399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/3724836557759135399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-week.html' title='last week'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589963256295512479.post-5656438610348800453</id><published>2008-09-12T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:44:10.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMrT_-bWu4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rWiWfrXrW1I/s1600-h/fiffi+labd%C3%A1val.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMrT_-bWu4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rWiWfrXrW1I/s200/fiffi+labd%C3%A1val.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245237812069317506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; blog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;began&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thunder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lightning&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;turned&lt;/span&gt; off....great....hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; ok. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;weeks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;curses&lt;/span&gt;. Only the English lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Meet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; dog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Fiffi&lt;/span&gt; :) Isn't she cute? !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so much for now, this was the test part, to see if everything is working here, see ya tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589963256295512479-5656438610348800453?l=andy0224.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/feeds/5656438610348800453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589963256295512479&amp;postID=5656438610348800453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/5656438610348800453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589963256295512479/posts/default/5656438610348800453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy0224.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>Andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10106425869516451635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMq-hx9tjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk-qeTU06xU/S220/pic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9DNw8Av6Xc/SMrT_-bWu4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rWiWfrXrW1I/s72-c/fiffi+labd%C3%A1val.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
