<?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-17001442</id><updated>2012-01-04T08:53:07.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEADspace</title><subtitle type='html'>You Don`t Know. You Don`t Care. Judge me. I will be heard.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-116221315022319529</id><published>2006-10-30T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T04:59:10.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/hros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/320/hros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Май - май нещо ме няма... А защо да ме има? :) Без депресарщини - само суийтнес. Много ми се насъбра - хижа, парти и реших, че е време за блогчо. Супер сладките съботи и недели, безкрайно красивата природа и най - близките ми хора. Пределно ясно ми е, че на всички им е познато усешането при наличие само на едно от тях... А сега си представете и трите наведнъж и по много - суийтнес нига. Другите неща нямат значение, чувствам се споделена&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you let me I`ll untie your sensuality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I`ll open up your heart and satisfy my  greed. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-116221315022319529?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/116221315022319529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=116221315022319529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/116221315022319529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/116221315022319529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-115806714804382443</id><published>2006-09-12T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:19:08.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I like it!</title><content type='html'>Това е много зарибеното аниме "Angel Sanctuary", дето само аз си знам колко съм го търсила... Ако на някого му допадат подобни да гледа, клипчето е станало яко, но анимето е още по - добро. Хмммм, изродийка си е :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anime.mangaspot.com/category/Angel+Sanctuary/0/29bf6fd9-49e1-4818-891f-7b501393a72e.htm"&gt;http://anime.mangaspot.com/category/Angel+Sanctuary/0/29bf6fd9-49e1-4818-891f-7b501393a72e.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-115806714804382443?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/115806714804382443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=115806714804382443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115806714804382443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115806714804382443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-i-like-it.html' title='So, I like it!'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-115763219984300640</id><published>2006-09-07T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T14:09:04.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.K I Iied about tha beer. So what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;И значи, Ва нали не се впрегна много?&lt;br /&gt;I pak ne sym si doma, myrzi me da tyrsq bulgarskite bukvi4ki i zatva pi6a na latinica (otnovo). Imam nqkakvo 4uvstvo, 4e na tabelkite za vlizane v grada pi6e "WELLCOME TO JAMROCK", a na tabelkite za izlizane - "LOSER". Ta... eto vi edno dream trip4e - spi mi se i se razsynvam izvednyj, 4eteiki - WELLCOME... Otivam u baba, natypkvam si buzkite s pala4inki, palq fas i se uhilvam. prospivam vremeto ot 1 do 6 (daa, koito gleda mnogo animeta, nqma da spi ve4er) i izlizam. Pak veselata kompaniq, bqhme na razmazva6ta vylna i se razmazahme alright. 1, 2, 3 hatebreed, Yanhers i laf4e na kyt mqstoto. Az estestveno se sduhah, gledaiki kak fyr4i heka i kak ne moga da se zavyrtq, da go spra i posle kato po svetovnoto da napravq "around the world" s peta, zatva sednah i narisuvah 6to gode qkata macka v stil manga, koqto dyrje6e edno simpati4no kopie i legnah da otpo4ina... ta vijdam az edni uniformeni i izvikvam :"E, mamka mu i kurvi, stanete!"(vinagi sym se uvajavala, 4e moga da izrazqvam sydyrjanieto na edno syob6tenie s edno izre4enie;) ). I posle da vidite kak se krie6 po gori4ki i se opitva6 da pu6i6 cigara bez da ti se vidi ogyn4eto. I posle... se sybudih. (fkara li si filma?) hahah. Oba4e 6te zapomnq oneq stylbi4ki deto i az ne znam ve4e kolko puti sym gi izka4ila, ama nai - interesnoto e, 4e si nqmam nik`va predstava kak sym slizala po tqh. Zabelejete, 4e pomnq, 4e sum gi izka4vala, no nikoga ne pomnq kak sym gi slizala. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pyk v4era za kvi filmi stava6e vypros - bqhme na edno rusko grobi6te... `ma za tva nqkoi drug pyt, ve4e vidqh nadpisa "loser". I`ll jerk around. My4nu mi stana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-115763219984300640?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/115763219984300640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=115763219984300640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115763219984300640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115763219984300640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-i-iied-about-tha-beer-so-what.html' title='O.K I Iied about tha beer. So what?'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-115661396952272509</id><published>2006-08-26T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:39:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EAT SHIT YOU UGLY BITCH</title><content type='html'>az nqmam net, v klub sym, pi6a na latinica i sym prosto izpadnala. mrete typi licemeri, pi4ovete da se zaribqvat s vendetta i da nqma dve mneniq po vyprosa i Vasko, Rado, Ra, Cebi(ada6a de), &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KALO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ubi4am va!!! &lt;/strong&gt;(koito ne e spomenat da ne sa syrdi, pone ne sym go izlygala, 4e go cenq)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. ne raz4itai na men skoro o4akvaite post za &lt;strong&gt;birata!&lt;/strong&gt; i have fun while u can cuz I`m a fuckin psycho! HAHAAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-115661396952272509?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/115661396952272509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=115661396952272509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115661396952272509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115661396952272509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/08/eat-shit-you-ugly-bitch.html' title='EAT SHIT YOU UGLY BITCH'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-115277996244433529</id><published>2006-07-13T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T01:39:22.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>И така, аз съм в Габрово</title><content type='html'>Егати, по - добре от това надали мога да си изкарвам лятото! И това го пиша главно като поздрав за В., Р., К., С., И., Н. и С. От град без куки и с 10 лв. джобни и със стари приятели - heaven е нищо. И ако поздравените се сдухат нещо, щото и стъф-ът ми излиза безплатен, please feel free to join me whenever they like!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/most.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/320/most.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A public service announcement followed me home the other day.&lt;br /&gt;I paid it nevermind. Go Away.&lt;br /&gt;Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed presidency.&lt;br /&gt;We're sick of being jerked around.&lt;br /&gt;Wear that on your sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;We're sick of being jerked around.&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize&lt;br /&gt;Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances.&lt;br /&gt;Well,look behind the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It's a hallowed hollow anesthetized&lt;br /&gt;"save my own ass, screw these guys"&lt;br /&gt;smoke and mirror lock down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;The Papers wouldn't lie!&lt;br /&gt;I sigh, Not one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're dug in deep the price is steep.&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer is such a creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights went out, the oil ran dry&lt;br /&gt;We blamed it on the other guy&lt;br /&gt;Sure, all men are created equal.&lt;br /&gt;Heres the church, heres the steeple&lt;br /&gt;Please stay tuned-we cut to sequel&lt;br /&gt;ashes, ashes, we all fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the lower fear&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, this means war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;We're sick of being jerked around.&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bad day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-115277996244433529?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/115277996244433529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=115277996244433529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115277996244433529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115277996244433529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='И така, аз съм в Габрово'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-114798307423459039</id><published>2006-06-26T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T02:32:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>july morning</title><content type='html'>Значи, за т'ва ми се говори, защото ме посрещат с адските въпроси от рода на: "Абе, Хрис, защо искаш да слушаме Юрая на July Morning?" или "Нъл ще дойдеш да се напукаме кат' идиоти на Джулай?"&lt;br /&gt;И ми докривява едно такова, защото май от новите поколения (демек от 90-та нататък) сме хипер малко хората, дето си го искаме тоя "празник".&lt;br /&gt;И затова давам инфо:&lt;br /&gt;1.не е кръстен денят на песента, ами е точно обратното :)&lt;br /&gt;2. не отиваш на полянката, за да се напиеш като идиот, докато ти се оплете езика (ти си там, за да си приказваш с хората, с които си дошъл)&lt;br /&gt;3.направо - ти си на полянката, за да пиеш бира, да слушаш Юрая и Флойд, да клюкариш и да им е*** м***** на тея, дето те тормозят&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-114798307423459039?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/114798307423459039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=114798307423459039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114798307423459039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114798307423459039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/06/july-morning.html' title='july morning'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-115074466647059999</id><published>2006-06-19T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:17:46.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Хич да не изпростявам</title><content type='html'>И все пак... хаххаааааа&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-115074466647059999?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5gojMWlx14' title='Хич да не изпростявам'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/115074466647059999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=115074466647059999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115074466647059999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115074466647059999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_115074466647059999.html' title='Хич да не изпростявам'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-115070404206560968</id><published>2006-06-19T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:00:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Е не, повече не мога да изтрая без да поствам</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/tai_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/320/tai_bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ами нямах нет... Хех! Направо не ме свърта на едно място - защо не свърши училището - държат ни само формално! И искам да похваля, ама много филма "The Acid House" Трябва да го погледне някой. Както и да е. Може ли някой да ми каже от къде да си дръпна саундтрака?&lt;br /&gt;П.П Адската събота - това не беше бира, не беше джин, текила не беше! И много ядене и хубава музика, и куки :Р СЕриозно (това се води партито по случай РДто ми) и Сто исках да те поканя, но щеше да ти бъде тъпо, сорка. Да те черпя някой път?&lt;br /&gt;Имаше много весели хора, лошото беше, че после трябваше да чистя след тях.&lt;br /&gt;П.П.П Доживях до 16, заслужавам поздрав.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-115070404206560968?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/115070404206560968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=115070404206560968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115070404206560968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/115070404206560968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_19.html' title='Е не, повече не мога да изтрая без да поствам'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-114986229000115668</id><published>2006-06-09T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:11:30.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Е много го бях позарязала тоя блог</title><content type='html'>1. Всъщност работех по темплейта, но понеже съм тъпаа, ама много нищо не направих!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Е, вътре съм. 5.26 общ успех (можех и повече), ама съм вътре (за Лайстунгшит ста'а въпрос).&lt;br /&gt;3. След точно 233770 секунди имам РД.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesen`t suck at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-114986229000115668?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/114986229000115668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=114986229000115668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114986229000115668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114986229000115668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='Е много го бях позарязала тоя блог'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-114858957209122941</id><published>2006-05-25T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T03:10:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uriah Heep и там Д2 и някви си Назарет :)</title><content type='html'>Ей, тоя концерт беше нещо, дето се случва once in a lifetime! И като изключим факта, че с повече от половин литър бира, вода или каквото и да е не можеш да влезеш на стадиона си беше велико!&lt;br /&gt;Мдааа... Въобще не се изпиха мноого литри бира, въобще не свършиха цигарите, когато не трябваше. Аз въобще не молех някакви непознати да ми дават цигари. :)&lt;br /&gt;Изкефих се безкрайно, защото по време на най - култовия момент бях с хора, които знаеха къде са и защо са дошли и защото има хора които се зарибиха с Юрая, малко по моя вина.&lt;br /&gt;И аз замалко да не го изпусна концерта. Все пак аз и Николай решихме, че няма да се лигавим и ще пропуснем Д2 и Назарет, убивайки времето с бира... Да, ама се оказа че Юрая ще са първи и се намериха добри хора да ни кажат, че сме се прецакали. И все пак чухме всичко, само дето в началото допивахме бирата пред стадиона. Но след като чух "Free me" вече не се нервех и на "July Morning" издивях. Все пак ги накарахме да я пеят 20 минути. (ха - ха - ха) И който не е ходил се е прецакал. Т,ва е. Пийс.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/UHeep100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/320/UHeep100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/UHeep100.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-114858957209122941?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/114858957209122941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=114858957209122941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114858957209122941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114858957209122941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/05/uriah-heep-2.html' title='Uriah Heep и там Д2 и някви си Назарет :)'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-114841469156855035</id><published>2006-05-23T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:11:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweetest condition</title><content type='html'>Що пък да не е суийт? Като ги гледам всички са се депресирали нещо :( Що бе? Пролет е, трябва ли да напомням, че това е хипер як сезон и ако си го изкараш яко, после има да разкаааазваш? ;) Айде да няма намусени, ей вижте:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in by the delicate noise&lt;br /&gt;Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder&lt;br /&gt;Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Wandering around in silent wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What chance did I have&lt;br /&gt;With the silver moon&lt;br /&gt;Hanging in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Opening old wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking hold of the hem of your dress&lt;br /&gt;Cleanliness only comes in small doses&lt;br /&gt;Bodily whole but my head's in a mess&lt;br /&gt;Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad disease&lt;br /&gt;Creeping through my mind&lt;br /&gt;Causing disabilities&lt;br /&gt;Of the strangest kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost in the folds of your skirt&lt;br /&gt;There's a price that I pay for my mission&lt;br /&gt;A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt&lt;br /&gt;How I suffer the sweetest condition&lt;br /&gt;Taken in by the delicate noise&lt;br /&gt;Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder&lt;br /&gt;Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Wandering around in silent wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Бай дъ уей: песента си е култова!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-114841469156855035?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/114841469156855035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=114841469156855035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114841469156855035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114841469156855035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-sweetest-condition.html' title='My sweetest condition'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-114686379669725854</id><published>2006-05-05T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:16:36.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IS THIS A DESIRE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/green[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/320/green%5B1%5D.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Исках времето да спре, ей така, просто часовникът да спре да тиктака, за да може едната минутка, която ми оставаше, да се превърне в капка базвремие... Исках моментът да не свършва изобщо. Никога не съм изпитвала по - силна нужда да държа времето в ръцете си и не съм усещала по - ясно как ми се изплъзва.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/magenta[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/320/magenta%5B1%5D.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-114686379669725854?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/114686379669725854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=114686379669725854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114686379669725854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114686379669725854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-this-desire.html' title='IS THIS A DESIRE?'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-114668773311352617</id><published>2006-05-03T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:26:53.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARIS AT NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Т&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ри клечки кибрит - една подир друга запалени в мрака.&lt;br /&gt;     Едната - за да погледна цяло лицето ти.&lt;br /&gt;         Втората - за да погледна очите ти.&lt;br /&gt;     Третата - за да погледна устата ти.&lt;br /&gt;  Пълен мрак след това - за да си спомня всичко,&lt;br /&gt;            когато до теб ме притискаш.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(с промени...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-114668773311352617?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/114668773311352617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=114668773311352617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114668773311352617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114668773311352617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/05/paris-at-night.html' title='PARIS AT NIGHT'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-114668734528695531</id><published>2006-05-03T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:15:45.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>СУТРИННА ЗАКУСКА</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Т&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ой сипа кафе&lt;br /&gt;в своята чаша.&lt;br /&gt;После сипа в кафето си мляко,&lt;br /&gt;после - захар&lt;br /&gt;В своето мляко с кафе.&lt;br /&gt;С малка лъжичка&lt;br /&gt;разбърка&lt;br /&gt;и бавно изпи&lt;br /&gt;своето мляко с кафе.&lt;br /&gt;Остави си чашата,&lt;br /&gt;без да погледне към мен,&lt;br /&gt;запали цигара,&lt;br /&gt;направи от пушека&lt;br /&gt;кръгчета,&lt;br /&gt;след това пепелта&lt;br /&gt;в пепелника изтърси,&lt;br /&gt;без да продума,&lt;br /&gt;баз да погледне към мен.&lt;br /&gt;Стана,&lt;br /&gt;сложи си шапката,&lt;br /&gt;мушамата облече,&lt;br /&gt;защото валеше,&lt;br /&gt;и излезе&lt;br /&gt;в дъжда,&lt;br /&gt;без да продума,&lt;br /&gt;без да погледне към мен.&lt;br /&gt;Аз хванах главата си&lt;br /&gt;и мълком заплаках.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-114668734528695531?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/114668734528695531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=114668734528695531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114668734528695531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114668734528695531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='СУТРИННА ЗАКУСКА'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-114536378692247695</id><published>2006-04-18T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:36:26.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>За момичетата и компютрите</title><content type='html'>Значи, днес се бях впуснала в обяснения и като ми потекоха метафорите, нямах равна, ей!&lt;br /&gt;Та след дългогодишно наблюдение установих че момичетата са като компютрите (в мнооого общ план, далеч не гледам толкова повърхностно на нещата) обаче ако ги сведем до простата истина - така е... И двете ги използват за забавление, и двете имат големи възможности. Има една съществена разлика - компютрите не ги интересува какво правиш със софтуера, пък ние искаме да се знае с к'ъв Windowz сме. Извод:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;П.П Извода не го оставям на вас, просто той си е &lt;strong&gt;почти&lt;/strong&gt; в заглавието: Момичетата сме &lt;strong&gt;почти&lt;/strong&gt; като компютрите.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(П.П.П Изводът е че мра от тъпня и нема цигари, щот ми ги взехааа! Уа - а - а - а - а!  )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-114536378692247695?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/114536378692247695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=114536378692247695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114536378692247695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114536378692247695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_18.html' title='За момичетата и компютрите'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-114536284256038705</id><published>2006-04-18T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:22:01.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Net - working</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/KB_400_060414[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/320/KB_400_060414%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И кажете ми сега, как да не се кефи човек на тоя баскетбол (в часност на Коби Брайънт)?! Тъпото е че се зарибих с баскет наскоро и се чувствам странно. Ама как да не се зарибиш, вижте ги как скачааат!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-114536284256038705?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/114536284256038705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=114536284256038705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114536284256038705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114536284256038705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/04/net-working.html' title='Net - working'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-114211984627741471</id><published>2006-03-11T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:30:49.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the # @ *?!</title><content type='html'>Искам поне един ден да не вали, един ден да не трябва да се прибирам в 21.30, да погледам звездите, ей мамка му много ли искам? Би било хубаво ако поне един ден не трябва да обяснявам на хората, че наистина, ама наистина, не, наистина, животът има смисъл! Би било хубаво ако ги нямаше онези келеши, които се опитват да ме учат на акъл, за да избият собствените си комплекси, че са недооценени и невероятно житейски опитни хора в сянка. Иска ми се и да ги няма изкуствено емоционалните хора, които се жалват, че са сами. (щото Васко прав си, те сами си ги измислят тез велики проблеми) БИ било хубаво ако хората не ме мислеха за твърде тъпа и да не ме лъжеха в очите.&lt;br /&gt;- Копелета, ясни сте ми бе!&lt;br /&gt;И всичко това, защото мълча. Просто не искам да им е тъпо на хората и зат'ва не ги спичам.Мазни лигавници! Всичко ще си кажа.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;МРАЗЯ И ТОВА, ЧЕ СЪМ ФИНАНСОВО ЗАВИСИМА ОТ ЧОВЕК, КОЙТО СЕ ВЪЗПОЛЗВА ОТ ТОВА! (мамо, така си е)&lt;br /&gt;Ей, начи много съм изнервена! Някой да ме черпи една цигара? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;П.П Абе, наистина, още ли смятате, че живота не струва? Ами тогава вие не струвате! Сорка, така си е.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-114211984627741471?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/114211984627741471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=114211984627741471' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114211984627741471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/114211984627741471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/03/what.html' title='What the # @ *?!'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-113926574766849725</id><published>2006-02-06T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:07:10.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ТОВА Е ТЕКСТ НА ПЕСЕН!</title><content type='html'>Това го поствам само защото мисля, че има смисъл или поне за мен...&lt;br /&gt;A THOUSAND YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand years, a thousand more&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times a million doors to eternity&lt;br /&gt;I may have lived a thousand lives, a thouand times&lt;br /&gt;An endless turning stairway climbs&lt;br /&gt;To a towe of souls&lt;br /&gt;If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,&lt;br /&gt;The towers rise to numberless floors in space&lt;br /&gt;I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,&lt;br /&gt;A million names but only one truth to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million roads, a million fears&lt;br /&gt;A million suns, tan million years ot uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;I could speak a million lies, a million songs,&lt;br /&gt;a million rights, a million wrongs in this ballance of time&lt;br /&gt;But if there wa a single truth, a single light&lt;br /&gt;A single thought, a singuilar touch of grace&lt;br /&gt;Then following this single point, this single flame,&lt;br /&gt;The single haunted memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;I still want you&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves&lt;br /&gt;Like galaxies in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe numberless, I may be innocent&lt;br /&gt;I may know many things, I may be ignorant&lt;br /&gt;Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands&lt;br /&gt;Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands&lt;br /&gt;I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Reborn as fortune`s child to judge another`s crimes&lt;br /&gt;Or wear this piligrim`s cloak, or be a common theif&lt;br /&gt;I`ve kept this single faith, i have but one belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;I still eant you&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times these mysteries unfold themselves&lt;br /&gt;Like galaxies in my head&lt;br /&gt;On and on the mysteries unwind themselves&lt;br /&gt;Eternities still unsaid&lt;br /&gt;`Till you love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-113926574766849725?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/113926574766849725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=113926574766849725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113926574766849725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113926574766849725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_06.html' title='ТОВА Е ТЕКСТ НА ПЕСЕН!'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-113879930085515696</id><published>2006-02-01T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T05:08:20.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>за бързо</title><content type='html'>Май сега не му е точно времето за постване ама трябва да призная, че обичам котки :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/sandwich[1].1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/320/sandwich%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-113879930085515696?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/113879930085515696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=113879930085515696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113879930085515696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113879930085515696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='за бързо'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-113653865692330138</id><published>2006-01-06T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:38:58.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to скука...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Не знам кой може да се похвали, че вчера е гледал "Мулан", детското филмче, ама наистина аз много го харесвам. Стана ми мъчно, защото последния път като го гледах май бях 5ти клас и беше с мама и татко... И толокова весело беше, седяхме си гушнати на дивана, и всички усмихнати... Сега мама не се усмихва, пък татко не го виждам толкова често, за да знам дали се усмихва. Иначе докато е с мен се опитва, ама неумело :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Пък има някои хора, дето въобще не щат да се усмихват, дето не искат и другите да се усмихват. И те си мислят, че могат без усмивки, могат, ама хич! И наистина ми опротивя да ги виждам навсякъде. Затова моля, smile!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! И снимките стават по-хубави ако си ухилен... (пак до снимки опрях, може би защото си забравих фотоапарата на НГ и още не съм го преживяла)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-113653865692330138?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/113653865692330138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=113653865692330138' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113653865692330138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113653865692330138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to.html' title='back to скука...'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-113646119556792071</id><published>2006-01-05T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T03:39:55.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich will</title><content type='html'>В момента съм просто на Ich will настроение... Ето например: Ich will да имам поне 35 стотинки в момента, установих, че хлябът, as usual, е мухлясал... Ich will да не си бях купила цигари (мамка му, имаше един период тази сутрин, в който не ми се пушеше никак... Ich will да попитам дали цигарите променят човека, или само белите му дробове? Ей такива разни работи ежедневни.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the early dawn&lt;br /&gt;moving right along&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt buy an eyefulof sleep&lt;br /&gt;and in the aching night&lt;br /&gt;Ich will да спя, защото не мога, нямам снимка да се покажа, приличам на панда :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Общо взето си убивам времето, докато дойде някой добряк с пари за хляб(мамка му, защо няма пари в таз къщта) и се жалвам. Гледах някакви много весели снимки от лятото на шести клас, направо да не се познае човек... Дълга коса, смешна шапка, ама не заради това не се познавам - просто съм адски васела. Тогава ставаха много хубави снимки, сега не стават, вскички се правят, слагат маската и излизат на сцената. Мисля, обаче, че скоро пак ще почнат да стават хубави снимките...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И парите дойдоха, и как от Ich will се стигна до снимки?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-113646119556792071?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/113646119556792071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=113646119556792071' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113646119556792071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113646119556792071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/01/ich-will.html' title='Ich will'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-113636323429572519</id><published>2006-01-04T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:27:14.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It`s all about new stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ч&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;естита нова година! И да Ви е яка и там ако има нещо, което е по-скъпо от здравето и по-хубаво от щастието и по-сладко от любовта да ви се падне на вас :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Не му е времето сега да правя равносметки. Аз тука се изкефих на самото празнуване, защото за пръв път празнувах с приятели... Това сигурно значи, че и догодина ще я посрещна с приятели и цялата работа ме радва изключително много само като се сетя за нея! Обаче не казвам, че цялата година е била невероятна и по принцип Wow: през лятото беше наистина такава и през последния месец също. Ала бала, имаше и промени в самото ми аз, нови приятели, стари загубени (е, не безвъзвратно надявам се) може ли да ми пожелаете what the wise man said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The wise man said just walk this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;To the dawn of the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The wind will blow into your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As the years pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hear this voice from deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's the call of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Close your eyes and your will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The passage out of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Will you send me an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In the land of the morning star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The wise man said just find your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In the eye of the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Seek the roses along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just beware of the thorns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Will you send me an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In the land of the morning star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The wise man said just raise your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And reach out for the spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Find the door to the promised land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hear this voice from deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's the call of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Close your eyes and your will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The way out of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Will you send me an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In the land of the morning star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Will you send me an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In the land of the morning star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;P.s И някои да ми прати Angel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-113636323429572519?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/113636323429572519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=113636323429572519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113636323429572519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113636323429572519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-all-about-new-stuff.html' title='It`s all about new stuff'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-113491008181200122</id><published>2005-12-18T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T04:57:04.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW</title><content type='html'>az si nqmam predstava ve4e zakvo da pi6a може би... абе както и да е, та исках да кажа, че до скоро не бях аз ами някой, който в никакъв случаи на харесвам и май се оправих ама това е трудно за възприемане.... някой схвана ли нещо? ::::)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;сега ми е леко убито и виновно, че не съм била аз. Ама ще се оправя, предполагам. I сега мисля да се похваля 1. ще ми купуват телефонче 2. мина ми концерта (беше яко) 3.спрях цигарите 4.(това си е до лична преценка) I love Dirty Dancing Havana Nights :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mislq 4e tova e dostaty4no za sega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/c-luna11[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/320/c-luna11%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. aide vsi4ki da se kefim na Diego Luna :]]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-113491008181200122?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/113491008181200122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=113491008181200122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113491008181200122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113491008181200122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2005/12/new.html' title='NEW'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-113113816192412550</id><published>2005-11-04T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:02:41.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... толкова</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday you may learn the truth,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; that nothing lives forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I beg you not to close yоur heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we`ll pass all that together!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though my help for you enough will be,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need something &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it`s what my heart longs to see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It`s just a little,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a part of what makes the world better,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that will wash away my tears ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that will keep me safe from bad wheather.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But again I stand alone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuz` nothing lives forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn`t keep you next to me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn`t let us be together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-113113816192412550?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/113113816192412550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=113113816192412550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113113816192412550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/113113816192412550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='... толкова'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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-17001442.post-112811154113359197</id><published>2005-09-30T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T13:19:01.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eh, maka mu ii az 6te napi6a edna prikazakaaa :}</title><content type='html'>ами, ако трябва да бъдем честни таз приказка е малко радърпана, една такава - никаква! 'сяка прилика с действителни лица не е случайна... Ами аз май и заглавие не съм си измислила...&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                      - ЕЕЕ, пич, т'ва просто ме разби! Хахаха. Е няма, бе! Как си иначе?&lt;br /&gt;  - Ми бивам, Акси.. Малко ми е тъпо сам в квартирата, айде да се принесеш при мен?&lt;br /&gt; - А т'ва е идея, и няма да се ръся за наема толкова. Е, Сашоо, златен си!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           След 3 месеца&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Дата 12 юни&lt;br /&gt;Акси пак се добира до блока (ама таз полиция за къде е?) И като стига етажа - извинете, госпожице, може ли да идентифицирате едно тяло?&lt;br /&gt;- ъ, ами дааа...&lt;br /&gt;- заповядайте в линейката&lt;br /&gt;                                               .............................&lt;br /&gt;- Неееееее! Сашо, Сашо... Какво е станало тук? &lt;br /&gt;-Ами опасяваме се, че е свръх доза, спокойно не се  е мъчил, заспал е, тогава е отказало съцето му. А Вие знаете ли нещо по въпроса?&lt;br /&gt;                  След  3 седмици, рапити и гадни, мръснишки погледи на дебели полицаи...&lt;br /&gt;Акси пак живее сама, но в квартирата на Сашо. Просто не искаше да остави нещата му, не искаше да събере приборите,не искаше да почва пак от нулата, искаше да си представя, че той пак е на рейв парти, че пак няма да си дойде  2 дни, но все пак ще си дойде, заради нея. Но все пак и беше ясно, че нямаше да си дойде... За няколко месеца бе живяла по свой модел - имаше сигурност, имаше вяра, пък сега и това не и остана. Само линийки - 1, 2, 3... но и те не и стигаха, и Зорница, единствената след Сашо, която не  я гледаше тъпо, не можеше да  я спре. Тя не го харесваше, но все пак Акси и вярваше. Просто вярата не стигна. Изведнъж, след поредната доза...&lt;br /&gt;- Сашо! К-к-какво правиш тук? Н-н-не си ли ...?&lt;br /&gt;- Естествено, че съм, т'ва тук да не ти  е Библията? Трябва да ти кажа нещо, няма Рай...&lt;br /&gt;-Е, ама наистина ли? Тогава ти къде си?&lt;br /&gt;-Ами като в отрезвителното  е ама не изтрезняваш, идваш ли?&lt;br /&gt;-С теб - навсякъде!&lt;br /&gt;                                                    След 2- 3 часа&lt;br /&gt;Зорито отиваше да донесе храна на Акси...&lt;br /&gt;-Ъ, извиниете гуспожице, може ли да идентифицирате едно тяло?&lt;br /&gt;-Ъхъ(к'ви са тез тъпаци, имам работа!)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-оооо, Акси! не, не, не, не.... какво е станало?&lt;br /&gt;-ами свръхдоза, на се притеснявайте, не се мъчила, заспала е, вижте - даже се усмихва ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;АМА КАК ГО ЗАКОДИРАХ! ГЛЕДАЙТЕ И СЕ УЧЕТЕ ОТ НА ХРИС ТЪПНИТЕЕ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-112811154113359197?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/112811154113359197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=112811154113359197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/112811154113359197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/112811154113359197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2005/09/eh-maka-mu-ii-az-6te-napi6a-edna.html' title='eh, maka mu ii az 6te napi6a edna prikazakaaa :}'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17001442.post-112741942415876813</id><published>2005-09-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:03:44.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Точно това не вярвах, че ше го напиша...</title><content type='html'>Ако можех да се спра... Ако можех да променя... Ако можех да върна времето назад.. Всичко е условно. Можеше дори тук да не съм. Не ми стигат силите да се боря сама. Не съм силна, отчаях се пак. Дори и Dee не може да ми помогне сега. Толкова силно искам да се разруша, защото не можах да живея, като... егоист! Нямаше кой да ми подаде ръка, а сега, когато има не искам да я приема. Сякаш това, което ми тежеше, това от което исках да се отърся, вече не ми прави впечатление. И не искам да плача, не че мога вече... Зашото сълзите ме разрушиха (кой беше казал, че помагат?). Дълбко в себе си не вярвам, че ще бъда наистина пълноценен човек, щом не изпитвам чувства като другите хора. Let the rain wash away my tears, please! Да ми бяха написали смъртен акт още като дойдох тук...не че не мога да си направя един, officially DEAD! Искам да чувтвам нещо, да се освободя, да полетя...&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/1600/Biblical%20Angel%20Card%20144px[1]1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/1233/320/Biblical%20Angel%20Card%20144px%5B1%5D1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i v tozi red na misli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment that you have!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17001442-112741942415876813?l=killhris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/feeds/112741942415876813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17001442&amp;postID=112741942415876813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/112741942415876813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17001442/posts/default/112741942415876813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killhris.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='Точно това не вярвах, че ше го напиша...'/><author><name>Hrisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699393319489284220</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></feed>
