<?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-7456511</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:35:10.268-07:00</updated><category term='my feeling'/><title type='text'>living to tell the tale</title><subtitle type='html'>In this site I'll write about my dreamed life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-8487077038207913509</id><published>2010-10-03T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T02:20:34.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>تردید</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;خیلی سخت است رفتن به زیر دین برای پیشبردن یک طرح تولیدی آنهم در ایران که هیچ ثباتی را نمی پذیرد و برای من ئی که هیچ پشتوانه محکمی ندارم که هیچ بلکه قارچ های غربتی هم در برم می رویند.&lt;br /&gt;ریسمان محکم کجاست که خویش را بر ریسه های آن آویزان کنم؟.&lt;br /&gt;روز های سرگردانی که بارها و بارها به آن رسیده بودم آغاز شده. خواب  کوچه پس کوچه های ایام کودکی ام را می دیدم و یک گربه اشرافی که نه جسارت نزدیک شدنش را داشتم و نه توان دل برکندن.آیا این حکایت بیداری من نیز هست؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-8487077038207913509?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/8487077038207913509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=8487077038207913509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/8487077038207913509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/8487077038207913509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='تردید'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-3076305561288842434</id><published>2010-06-12T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:28:00.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversory of a fake election</title><content type='html'>I came to Iran to prevent Ahmadinejad rfom his re-election. Eventhough I couldn't stop his men form doing his dirty job, I become one of millions to stand against his cheating since 12 June 2009. Today is anniversory of that day that we start our rulley. We nighter  stop nor even give up our willing. Ahmadineja and hid Leader Khamaneei never understand our willing for they are sinking in their hand made pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-3076305561288842434?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/3076305561288842434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=3076305561288842434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/3076305561288842434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/3076305561288842434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2010/06/aniversory-of-fake-election.html' title='Aniversory of a fake election'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-2105054359500783371</id><published>2008-07-19T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:26:35.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tirgan festival&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-2105054359500783371?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/2105054359500783371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=2105054359500783371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/2105054359500783371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/2105054359500783371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2008/07/tirgan-festival.html' title=''/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-5173500118678326068</id><published>2007-12-21T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:08:03.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-existence of life and death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c259dcedaaffe1e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c259dcedaaffe1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330427080%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FB8ACE340B324B754982801520AEFEAAD7EAF4B.36BA374FDBE009DA8451DEB5836581E0FF6BC606%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c259dcedaaffe1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2auH9eekd8-jTpLMB_cTmePC7r0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c259dcedaaffe1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330427080%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FB8ACE340B324B754982801520AEFEAAD7EAF4B.36BA374FDBE009DA8451DEB5836581E0FF6BC606%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c259dcedaaffe1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2auH9eekd8-jTpLMB_cTmePC7r0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When my eldest brother passed away I started to recreate him inside myself. My mission came across with a new concept which I was remembered by a lesson from Deepak Choppra. ....&lt;br /&gt;I began to view the life in a different way. I used to divide the universe to two separate realms; life and afterlife or earth and heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this view you have to wait till your death time to join the other realm, heaven. This theory didn't satisfy my thirsty to join my beloved, departed persons. So I started to find a rout to pass through to get the other part, if there is any.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I am noticing that everything that I used to think that is real, might be unreal. A virtual existence instead of a real one, a potential to exist instead of already exist material are the result of my new way of thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-5173500118678326068?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6c259dcedaaffe1e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/5173500118678326068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=5173500118678326068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/5173500118678326068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/5173500118678326068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='Co-existence of life and death'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-6852011081162396630</id><published>2007-11-04T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:00:22.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tarue.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/search.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tarue.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/search.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am dreaming that I am in Tabriz and trying to go my cousin’s tomb. Through phone I keep asking the address from my elder brother, Jahangi. Even thought I am confused during the first calls, Finally I found out that the address which my brother trying to remind me is Emamiyeh cemetery. I find myself in the Mortars sections, according to Jahangirs guidance and surprisingly I notice that photos and tomb information has been covered very neatly with packed plants. Moreove, some chains tightly has bonded those plants to the grave's stone and at the same time all the photos of mortars and plants and the chains have covered with very tight glasses, so much as it makes that impossible to access to the identity of the mortars. I desperately scanned all graves and couldn't find my cousin’s, Yosef, grave. At this moment one guy approaches me and asks me what I am looking for and I say that I am looking for my cousin’s grave. He pretend that he knows him but again our search to find the grave starts with the unsuccessful attempts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-6852011081162396630?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/6852011081162396630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=6852011081162396630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/6852011081162396630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/6852011081162396630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2007/11/searching-for-truth.html' title='Searching for the Truth'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-8761573004538508547</id><published>2007-10-23T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T00:33:33.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/344/f/4/love_by_faith_hope_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/344/f/4/love_by_faith_hope_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's time to think about the real value of live one more time. This is the issue that I've thought about many times. However this is another chance to write about that, having dreamesd that my love has caught cancer and for 5 cossecutive days I didn't heard any back to my messages. . Love brings you joy which is in the opposite site of Faith's offer: a heavenly gift. The former is real and tangble while the latter is virtual and nontangble. For someone who think that the life is a mortal and transient event, joyful living would be a undoubtful choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-8761573004538508547?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/8761573004538508547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=8761573004538508547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/8761573004538508547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/8761573004538508547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-and-faith.html' title='Love and Faith'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-6460573428826788217</id><published>2007-10-17T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:59:00.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my feeling'/><title type='text'>Don't give it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who knows what gana happen to me next. This might be the essence and the beauty - at the same time- of life when you are waiting hopelessly. My 3 years plus 12 years endeavor is waiting to get its reply. I have quitted my job to start a new career, to earn money which I need to run my future plan. I am straggling in this way days after days. I am not giving up my dream, even though it seems not to come true any time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-6460573428826788217?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/6460573428826788217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/6460573428826788217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-knows.html' title='Don&apos;t give it up'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-112330103048042149</id><published>2005-08-05T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:17:01.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riscky business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.yss.ames.ia.us/riskybusiness/riskylogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.yss.ames.ia.us/riskybusiness/riskylogo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifteen million years ago , their forest strongholds had become seriously reduced in size.....The ansectors of the only surviving ape- naked ape- struck out, left the forests, and threw themselves into competition with the already efficiently adapted ground-dweller.It was a risky business, but in terms of evolutionary success it paid dividents."&lt;br /&gt;THE NAKED APE by MORRIS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-112330103048042149?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/112330103048042149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=112330103048042149' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/112330103048042149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/112330103048042149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2005/08/riscky-business.html' title='Riscky business'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-111134493752151284</id><published>2005-03-20T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T10:55:37.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new way</title><content type='html'>I am wondering to choose a new way but I am not to find one. How is it my obligation to select a new way when the nature is gana change his way? Then you mean you wana satnd right you were before? It doesn't mean so, why you thing so, I mean I don't want to change my way, what is wrong with this? Sure it is your choose, but I think if you want to start chenging your way you will find a new way and this maybe fit you better than before you have lived with. But I  have no idea about new way. Yes I know, everybody has no, but you must be die at first. What? I must be die, are you kiding? No, I don't like to die, not now , no then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-111134493752151284?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/111134493752151284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=111134493752151284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/111134493752151284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/111134493752151284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-way.html' title='new way'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-110193351161197163</id><published>2004-12-01T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:09:12.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>point</title><content type='html'>Your value dosen't depend on how you can make an expectation but how much good you can pay it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-110193351161197163?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/110193351161197163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=110193351161197163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/110193351161197163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/110193351161197163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2004/12/point.html' title='point'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-110034067773287134</id><published>2004-11-13T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T02:11:17.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is going to be changed. Actually it happened at once. Just when I laid off from Reco roofing. I was thinking that I am at the opinning of a new stage but never I couldn't imagine the state that I am stading on it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-110034067773287134?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/110034067773287134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=110034067773287134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/110034067773287134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/110034067773287134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2004/11/everything-is-going-to-be-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-109764402113981634</id><published>2004-10-12T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T16:44:40.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery of insulin</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" hspace="1" src="http://images.chapters.indigo.ca/covers/books/344/0802083447_b.gif" vspace="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I was exiting from insulin discovery but I couldn't never belive that one day I meet somebody who have lived with the insulin discovery. I was in physiology department of UofT and found it: in 2th februry 2005 Michael Bliss auther of discovery of insulin will have a speech on the history of insulin: From osler to insulin. That was unbliveble. I was in face to face of my ambitiom. Every time I had thought the insulin through papers. Now I could tauch it directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-109764402113981634?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/109764402113981634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=109764402113981634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/109764402113981634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/109764402113981634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2004/10/discovery-of-insulin.html' title='Discovery of insulin'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-109751177619267897</id><published>2004-10-11T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T09:48:25.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shining Worms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl" align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="1" src="http://www.foundation.hamrca.on.ca/images/FallColour.jpg" vspace="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That was thanksgiving longweek and we were in &lt;a href="http://images.google.ca/imgres?imgurl=http://www.foundation.hamrca.on.ca/images/FallColour.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.foundation.hamrca.on.ca/land_aquisition/index.asp&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=331&amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=22&amp;tbnid=_hNpil6oR9IJ:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=84&amp;tbnw=126&amp;amp;start=33&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Ddundas%2Bvalley%26start%3D20%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN"&gt;Dundas valley &lt;/a&gt;for spending a day. It started in sheppard and Young with gradually attending of guys. It take 10 minuts that all attender come together and plan switch on. Now when I look at behind , at a glance I can find only one bothering event which happened when Frahad passed all cars and lost four rest cars. Efforts through calls pushed it to approach a violence but sudenly everyrhings changed to be lovley. Now I belive it vaccinate our tripe against insensitiveness habits that threat most event. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-109751177619267897?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/109751177619267897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=109751177619267897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/109751177619267897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/109751177619267897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2004/10/shining-worms.html' title='shining Worms'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-109734876359599771</id><published>2004-10-09T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T12:06:03.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peices of history</title><content type='html'>you shall earn your bread by the sweet of your brow (history of diabetes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ( Banting) decided to stake his future on the toss of a coin, heads I was to do the research , tails I was to go to the Arctic to search for drill.&lt;br /&gt;Three out of five tosses come up tails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-109734876359599771?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/109734876359599771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=109734876359599771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/109734876359599771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/109734876359599771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2004/10/peices-of-history.html' title='peices of history'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-109578052240170411</id><published>2004-09-21T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T08:49:24.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I be sure of ending these unsafely dayes. There is no one to come, nothing to happen either.&lt;br /&gt;How long I must be wait to happen something. Oh , I am at the ending of my willing , my capability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="548" src="http://www.squeak-me.com/babble/archives/door.jpg" width="606" /&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-109578052240170411?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/109578052240170411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=109578052240170411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/109578052240170411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/109578052240170411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-can-i-be-sure-of-ending-these.html' title=''/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-109132193700270974</id><published>2004-07-31T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T18:24:29.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darvinian, neo-darvinian evolution and fatalism  and authority of genetic material</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spaceref.com/news/early.earth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darwinism believes that natural selection is the unique power in creation of life. In their views inheritance material is nothing except a passive and amorphous material exposed on natural selection's subtle hands. No authority belongs to gene and its final shape was constructed by natural selection potter. Against this view neo Darwinians believe that everything layed in interior of gene by itself. It decides what happen and what stop and natural selection is nothing except that a passive hair sieve and its role is editing of gene produced output. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-109132193700270974?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/109132193700270974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=109132193700270974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/109132193700270974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/109132193700270974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2004/07/darvinian-neo-darvinian-evolution-and.html' title='Darvinian, neo-darvinian evolution and fatalism  and authority of genetic material'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-108905060733823723</id><published>2004-07-05T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T11:03:27.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>شعر</title><content type='html'>برای آنكه صدايم باد است&lt;br /&gt;و می بارد&lt;br /&gt;    بر برگهای روشن تو&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    و برای آنكه دريا&lt;br /&gt;        در صدای تو افتادهَ ست&lt;br /&gt;             و فرو می رود&lt;br /&gt;                           در ماسه های تن تو&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و برای آنكه تو نهالِ نازكِ بارانی&lt;br /&gt;              و می باری&lt;br /&gt;                      بر شاخه های درختی كه روزی باد بود&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            و برای آنكه صدايم بادَست&lt;br /&gt;           كه می وزد&lt;br /&gt;                            هر دَم به رويايی&lt;br /&gt;     و نمی داند&lt;br /&gt;   كجا&lt;br /&gt;            فرود آيد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ک.برزگ نيا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-108905060733823723?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/108905060733823723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=108905060733823723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/108905060733823723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/108905060733823723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post.html' title='شعر'/><author><name>Leilaye Leili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuP7bGREIx8/S7y-LDCYTSI/AAAAAAAAPE8/hit7kzTUh-w/S220/4+shanbe+sori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-108890541824120256</id><published>2004-07-03T18:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T23:39:15.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in memory of argonquin park camping</title><content type='html'>It was 2 years ago. I was interested in reading weblog. I was not a proffessional weblog reader and there was a few weblog&lt;br /&gt; that I was reading those. I had been found &lt;a href="http://www.sharemation.com/massodman/Photo1.bmp"&gt;leilaye-leili's &lt;/a&gt;weblog by myself. I had been interested in becuse  of my favorite name, leila.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sharemation.com/massodman/Photo1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-108890541824120256?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/108890541824120256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=108890541824120256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/108890541824120256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/108890541824120256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2004/07/in-memory-of-argonquin-park-camping.html' title='in memory of argonquin park camping'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456511.post-108837858928571031</id><published>2004-06-27T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T18:24:38.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiking</title><content type='html'>I had a good &lt;a href="http://www.themaskmaker.com/lost.jpg"&gt;hiking&lt;/a&gt; today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456511-108837858928571031?l=lost_peice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/feeds/108837858928571031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7456511&amp;postID=108837858928571031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/108837858928571031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7456511/posts/default/108837858928571031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost_peice.blogspot.com/2004/06/hiking.html' title='hiking'/><author><name>massod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970958887081162502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
