<?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-1517836609221105313</id><updated>2012-02-21T08:54:39.795+02:00</updated><category term='gf'/><category term='zenit'/><category term='books'/><category term='interesting'/><category term='elections'/><category term='comic'/><category term='films'/><category term='human rights'/><category term='hell'/><category term='PMS?'/><category term='mouse'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='id club'/><category term='society'/><category term='Wetlands'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='sun'/><category term='6th sense'/><category term='LGBT'/><category term='work'/><category term='excitement'/><category term='racism'/><category term='TV'/><category term='coming out'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='shit'/><category term='Victor'/><category term='dream'/><category term='scales'/><category term='accident'/><category term='quotes. kundera'/><category term='work out'/><category term='fetish'/><category term='YAY'/><category term='lezzy'/><category term='masturbation'/><category term='disgusting'/><category term='cold'/><category term='pain'/><category term='choices'/><category term='non-smoking'/><category term='lindt'/><category term='fun'/><category term='cat'/><category term='headache'/><category term='pessimism'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='animals'/><category term='pride'/><category term='good boy'/><category term='flat'/><category term='museless'/><category term='personal opinion'/><category term='leave me alone'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='USA'/><category term='nova tv'/><category term='MTG'/><category term='protest'/><category term='moody'/><category term='sex'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='porn'/><category term='selftorture'/><category term='activism'/><category term='the L word'/><category term='BG post'/><category term='lesbian'/><category term='rainbow friendship'/><category term='useless'/><category term='offensive'/><category term='friends'/><category term='gay'/><category term='watch obsession'/><category term='research'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='personal'/><category term='vip brother'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='upset'/><category term='random'/><category term='party'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='music'/><category term='games'/><category term='hands'/><category term='happy'/><category term='the farm'/><category term='period'/><category term='pleasure'/><category term='ew'/><category term='running'/><category term='food'/><category term='free time'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='optimism'/><category term='period.'/><category term='hot'/><category term='mind games'/><category term='health'/><category term='parade'/><category term='Charlotte Roche'/><category term='in love'/><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'>And if you look, you look through me. 
And if you talk, it's not to me. 
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-6828322215263128515</id><published>2011-12-29T20:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:16:28.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#200</title><content type='html'>Влизам и излизам, вътре-вън, вътре-вън... Ах, гррр... Желание-реалност... Всичко е игра на мозъка ми. Спри се. Знам, че просто ми се иска. Знам също така, че едиснтвения начин да се случи нещо е в главата ми. Знам, най-вече, че не е никак здравословно за мен... И въпреки всичко го правя. Постоянно. Търся си поводи и често си измислям такива... На 30, все вдно на 17. Get real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-6828322215263128515?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6828322215263128515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=6828322215263128515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6828322215263128515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6828322215263128515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2011/12/200.html' title='#200'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-6512367506949135214</id><published>2011-12-27T22:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:09:17.497+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>#199</title><content type='html'>Е! Може ли да спра да пиша при номер 198...&lt;div&gt;От много време се каня да се върна тук и пак да драсна ред-два... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Странно е...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Странно е, защото знам кога искам и пиша тук. И сега не е по-различно от преди 1 година... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Количеството емоции, различните емоции и най-вече страхът... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Нещата се променят, ролите се обръщат... тъпо е... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Слушам муика от преди 5-6-7 години... Толкова ли много време мина... и аз май все още търся, връща се назад, спомням си... Тогава беше трудно, сега пак е трудно, различно трудно и май по-трудно...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Липсват ми толкова много неща, най-вече ми липсват определени хора и глупавите разговори и бъзиците и обстановката и трепета...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Пфт пак го обърнах на мрънкане... а идеята ми беше съвсем различна... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1628251211 'Лов юююююююююю фор евър!!!' и много червено вино и много, ама наистина много въображение...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Пфт.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;П.С. Котката ми наистина ми липсва много... Не слезе от скута ми цяла коледа. Гушнат в мен, топъл, нежен и пълен с любов... Искам си го при мен...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-6512367506949135214?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6512367506949135214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=6512367506949135214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6512367506949135214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6512367506949135214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2011/12/199.html' title='#199'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-5228709990957966252</id><published>2010-11-25T03:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:52:29.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#198</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Хей, виж всички тези балони... Толкова са цветни, леки... Толкова са много... Красиво е...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Пук... пук, пук... пук... пук, пук, пук, пук... ПУК!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Часът е 3:20 сутринта. Мамка му! Не ми се спи... Не, спи ми се. Не мога. Шибаните балони се пукат един след друг. Главата ми ще се пръсне. Пук, пук... Един... след... друг. Боли ме. Знаеш, че не е лесно да ги надуваме. Изглежда лесно, но не е. Отнема ни усилия, жертви... и на теб и на мен... Защо не разбираш, че трябва да ги пазиш... Че трябват двойно, дори тройно повече усилия да ги запазим цели... Пук, пук... Толкова лесно се пукат. Ти спиш и не ги чуваш. Будиш се, защото аз не бях там... "Всичко наред ли е? Какво става?"... "нищо". Не ги чуваш, не ги виждаш как се разкъсват... "Лягай си. Ще дойда като ми се доспи." Спи ми се по дяволите и не мога да заспя до теб... Пук, пук... Не знам колко още ще издържа... Как да ти повярвам по дяволите... Повтаря се... Знам, че утре ще вземеш поредния балон и ще започнеш да го пълниш с въздух... Аз ще съм до теб и ще те гледам... И ти ще продължиш да го надуваш... И да, този път може и да не пукне... ти просто ще го пуснеш... Пффрррффрррт... Ще посегнеш за следващия все едно нищо не е станало... А моето сърце ще се свило като поредния убит балон, балон без въздух... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Опитах се да ти кажа... да ти кажа, че искам да спасим балоните... Разсърди ми се...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Няма да спя тази нощ... и на теб ще ти е добре на широко в леглото... Сладки сънища на теб...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-5228709990957966252?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/5228709990957966252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=5228709990957966252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5228709990957966252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5228709990957966252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/11/198.html' title='#198'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-224697525136438597</id><published>2010-10-14T13:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:16:45.094+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#197</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;In the night sky are like shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-224697525136438597?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/224697525136438597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=224697525136438597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/224697525136438597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/224697525136438597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/10/197.html' title='#197'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1361010646965948467</id><published>2010-08-08T14:45:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T14:48:42.268+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave me alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>#196</title><content type='html'>The thrill is gone.&lt;div&gt;Oh, but wait... there was never a thrill or a wow feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why do I even care?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1361010646965948467?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1361010646965948467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1361010646965948467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1361010646965948467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1361010646965948467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/08/196.html' title='#196'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8819413674148785743</id><published>2010-07-13T23:34:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:07:34.546+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>#194</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My girlfriend's deep in the closet. It just ruined a beautiful evening. It hurt me. I tried not to show it. I tried to be supportive and understanding. I've been there, I am still there. I know what's it like for her. And still I felt the pain, the growing and uncomfortable distance between us. I was just this shadow she couldn't run away from, creeping her out. I was just someone. It was even hard to be just a friend of hers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Don't worry, I will never do something to compromise you. I respect you and I've been in your shoes. Take your time. Take as much time you need to make the step (of coming out). Do it at your own paste... if you are ever going to do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I don't think I am ever going to do it" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The certainty in her words stabbed me right in the middle of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes those couple of hours that I have her all for myself, away from the rest of the world could be so much more painful than when I am not with her. This is just wrong. And it is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fuck this shit!&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/1517836609221105313-8819413674148785743?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8819413674148785743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8819413674148785743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8819413674148785743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8819413674148785743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/07/194.html' title='#194'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2631888550503449456</id><published>2010-05-27T11:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:16:00.467+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT'/><title type='text'>#193 Sofia pride 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S_4qD6SobuI/AAAAAAAAHGg/vJKjeFZm1mQ/s1600/728x90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 49px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S_4qD6SobuI/AAAAAAAAHGg/vJKjeFZm1mQ/s400/728x90.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475860443604479714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;На 26 юни 2010 година ще се проведе третият пореден ЛГБТ Парад, организиран от &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a title="Фондация „Ресурсен център „Билитис“" href="http://www.bilitis.org/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 153, 255); cursor: pointer; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Фондация „Ресурсен център „Билитис“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a title="Младежка организация „ЛГБТ действие“" href="http://lgbt-deystvie.org/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 153, 255); cursor: pointer; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Младежка организация „ЛГБТ действие“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="Български Активистки Алианс" href="http://bulgarianactivistalliance.wordpress.com/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 153, 255); cursor: pointer; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Български Активистки Алианс&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt; и &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="ID Club" href="http://idclub.bg/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 153, 255); cursor: pointer; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Клубовете „ID Club”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;. Мотото на шествието тази година е „&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Love equality, embrace diversity! / Обичай равенството, прегърни многообразието!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: helvetica; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Тази година шествието ще е заключителното събитие на едноседмична програма от културни мероприятия, фото изложба и дискусии.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: helvetica; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Самото шествие ще бъде предвождано от платформа с DJ и танцьори, към него ще се включат гости от Гърция, Франция, Румъния и други европейски държави. Повече информация за събитието ще бъде публикувана на официалната страница &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a title="www.sofiapride.info" href="http://www.sofiapride.info/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 153, 255); cursor: pointer; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;www.sofiapride.info&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Аз ще бъда там! Не заради купона и тръпката, а защото ми пука. Защото искам нещата да се променят. Искам да имам възможности. Искам да мога да живея спокойно в България. Не искам да виждам в очите на приятелката ми разочарованието от безумието в държавата. Не искам да бъда ограничавана. Не искам да чувам "Аз нямам бъдеще тук". Не искам да се крия. И ми е тъпо и болно като гледам как 18-20 годишните момиченца не осъзнават сериозността на това събитие. Не че и аз правя нещо да помогна, някакви 20-30 лева в стъклената кутия (но пред заплата - толкова) и обещанието "Там съм!". Знам какво беше преди години, знам какво е сега и вярвайте ми сега е много по-лесно да си гей. Именно защото има хора, които въпреки всичко продължават да се борят, борят се срещу обществото и срещу самите нас...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1517836609221105313-2631888550503449456?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2631888550503449456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2631888550503449456&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2631888550503449456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2631888550503449456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/05/193-sofia-pride-2010_27.html' title='#193 Sofia pride 2010'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S_4qD6SobuI/AAAAAAAAHGg/vJKjeFZm1mQ/s72-c/728x90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-159350025731796493</id><published>2010-05-18T11:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:02:37.757+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#192 Pi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S_JJQLsW1rI/AAAAAAAAHF8/1wu5BuMndFo/s1600/pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S_JJQLsW1rI/AAAAAAAAHF8/1wu5BuMndFo/s400/pi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472517039574144690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(unfortunately i don't remember the source of this pic, i apologize to the author)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-159350025731796493?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/159350025731796493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=159350025731796493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/159350025731796493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/159350025731796493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/05/192-pi.html' title='#192 Pi'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S_JJQLsW1rI/AAAAAAAAHF8/1wu5BuMndFo/s72-c/pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2641602938312789973</id><published>2010-05-14T19:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:30:14.763+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#191</title><content type='html'>Bleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-2641602938312789973?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2641602938312789973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2641602938312789973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2641602938312789973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2641602938312789973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/05/191.html' title='#191'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-5855739841532889334</id><published>2010-05-10T20:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:46:54.211+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#190</title><content type='html'>Where is my happy post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-5855739841532889334?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/5855739841532889334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=5855739841532889334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5855739841532889334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5855739841532889334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/05/190.html' title='#190'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-6446618502837746249</id><published>2010-05-03T11:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:21:52.048+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#189 old habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've charged my Zune... As heavy and big it is, I am ready to use it again. The weather is finally being nice to everyone (at least for now). I am obviously in the right mood for random, aimless walks, with the right music on... Alone with myself in the streets... God, I so missed this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-6446618502837746249?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6446618502837746249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=6446618502837746249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6446618502837746249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6446618502837746249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/05/189-old-habits.html' title='#189 old habits'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8965237015319637329</id><published>2010-04-29T10:08:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:48:20.283+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave me alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>#188 three months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do I feel disappointed? Do I feel hurt? I don't know how the hell I feel. I know it sucks and I know it bothers the hell out of me and it reflects on all my actions, reactions and emotions. My "happy, happy, happy" has turned into "happy, happ". I am fucking losing my happy and this fills my eyes with tears. I know it shows on my face. I stopped making efforts hiding it. I just don't want to even try hiding it. It is eating me alive from the inside. I've lost my sleep, I've lost my desire, I am losing it in general. It is not supposed to be like this... And actually I am looking forward to the days when there will be minimal or none contact whatsoever. Yes, things are that bad in my head... And this time it is not the full moon nor the PMS... It is me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I don't care who reads this, I just need to let it out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my poor attempt to handle all this... I just don't have the guts to stand up for myself... I have never had the guts... and it's been a disaster every single time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a jerk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FUCK IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8965237015319637329?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8965237015319637329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8965237015319637329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8965237015319637329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8965237015319637329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/04/188-3-months.html' title='#188 three months'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-6991405577188379491</id><published>2010-04-22T16:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:15:23.633+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#187</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Добре де, как успях да го постигна това... Отново. Мразя тъпите очаквания. Тъпите очаквания могат да сринат всичко. От тъпите очаквания боли. Тъпите очаквания изкривяват реалността. Моите тъпи очаквания ми бъркат в червата. Моите тъпи очаквания изтриват усмивката от лицето ми. Моите тъпи и неосновани очаквания ме променят осезаемо. Моите тъпи очаквания ме карат да пуша. Моите тъпи очаквания убиват желанието ми. Моите тъпи очаквания предизвикват съмнения. Моите тъпи очаквания ме карат да се преструвам. Моите тъпи очаквания си остават само очаквания... Уви.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-6991405577188379491?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6991405577188379491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=6991405577188379491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6991405577188379491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6991405577188379491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/04/187.html' title='#187'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-5739662198362372811</id><published>2010-04-19T11:25:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:40:18.548+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave me alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>#186</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am shutting myself in... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder how big of a mess it will cause this time... how many people will I hurt... how bad things will end... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(under the line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I fucking hate PMSing.&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/1517836609221105313-5739662198362372811?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/5739662198362372811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=5739662198362372811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5739662198362372811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5739662198362372811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/04/186.html' title='#186'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1038023079256694009</id><published>2010-04-08T08:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:19:27.974+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#185</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help but wonder... is masturbating cheating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1038023079256694009?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1038023079256694009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1038023079256694009&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1038023079256694009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1038023079256694009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/04/185.html' title='#185'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1221435379134305436</id><published>2010-04-06T14:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:07:27.404+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It fucking bothers me. I know I don't think of it as a big of a deal right now, but it will hit me... It will hit me so hard and I am so scared of the consequences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I could find the fucking reason for all this. What the fuck is wrong, what the fuck is missing, what the fuck in general?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talk is cheap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am in the shithole once again... Too bad the sun won't be able to help me out this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've started thinking about it and it digs deeper and deeper in my brain... Grrr.  I will so fuck things up, people will get hurt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What sucks is that it is starting to show on my face. I just can't hide it. I don't know if I want to hide it at all, but then again I can't talk about it... I am losing it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight should have been last night. Tonight won't be what last night was supposed to be. Tonight I wish I could just watch a movie and I wish this will not provoke questions... Questions that I am pretty sure I know the answers to, but... yeah... BUT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now I am not even sure I want to be there and watch a movie... Right now I am in the shithole... with a sinking heart... FUUUCK ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1221435379134305436?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1221435379134305436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1221435379134305436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1221435379134305436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1221435379134305436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-fucking-bothers-me.html' title=''/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-4065151552613014426</id><published>2010-03-24T11:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:55:24.379+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#183 period.</title><content type='html'>Period today... Another bloody weekend to come but I will not complain... We will make it beautiful... And why the hell I talk "we" and not "I"?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month's info is missing... so here it is: 27.02.2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-4065151552613014426?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4065151552613014426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=4065151552613014426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4065151552613014426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4065151552613014426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/03/183-period.html' title='#183 period.'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-4073689945138842883</id><published>2010-03-23T10:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:40:04.682+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgusting'/><title type='text'>#182</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always thought it was a very stupid, ridiculous and fake thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it on the movies...&lt;br /&gt;Someone sees a mouse, screams like crazy and jumps on the chair/table/sofa/whatever...&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll be damned, but last night I did it... a few times...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the situation... Me and the roomie are watching some TV, chatting a little and at one point I see something... a tiny grey body with a tiny tail sneaks in from the balcony into the kitchen along the wall... Me: "Ah, a mouse... A mouse!" (still being calm) The roomie also sees the mouse, starts screaming and jumps on the sofa. I then realize it really is a freaking mouse and panic a little, scream a little and lift my legs in the air. We get hysterical, scream, laugh and most of all we are scared like shit and don't know what to do... I can't move, I can't stand up on the chair because if I do so I will fall, all I can do is sit with my legs up high... Like half an hour later or so we gain some courage and start looking around for the little intruder, we get the broom and the dust-pan... We were hunting... Until we saw it sneaking from the kitchen in the corridor and again started screaming, jumping,  freaking out... We managed to surround it under the freezer and guarded it until this guy came...  for 2 freaking hours... And he killed it for 5 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;The mouse was like 5 cm long... that tiny and it made us go out of our minds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note... My boobs are huge! It feels sooo nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-4073689945138842883?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4073689945138842883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=4073689945138842883&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4073689945138842883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4073689945138842883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/03/182.html' title='#182'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-9035901107495825923</id><published>2010-03-13T03:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T03:55:43.705+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><title type='text'>#181</title><content type='html'>Two fucking words... The best words ever... I can't be happier...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-9035901107495825923?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/9035901107495825923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=9035901107495825923&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/9035901107495825923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/9035901107495825923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/03/181.html' title='#181'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-392677113020158402</id><published>2010-03-12T19:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:10:53.988+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'>#180 *bam*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a minor car accident tonight. No one got hurt, neither there are damages on the car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was just very stupid of me... I lost concentration for a moment and bumped into the car ahead of me. The other driver got out of her car quite pissed but when she saw that there were no damages  just forgot all about it and we were back in the traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel really stupid now, pissed at myself. I can't believe I let this happen. And I don't like the way I feel about myself now, but I need it, so I could get a grip and don't let something like this happen again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will consider this as a wake-up call...  I haven't been focusing lately. The pink bubble I've been floating with is so comfy and beautiful, but the real world is all around me and I better stop ignoring it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-392677113020158402?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/392677113020158402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=392677113020158402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/392677113020158402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/392677113020158402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/03/180-bam.html' title='#180 *bam*'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2107366537295218897</id><published>2010-03-10T11:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:40:50.498+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><title type='text'>#179</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then she said something that made me mad... "Obligation?!? Obligation?!? Are you fucking serious?" I raised my voice and got the serious look... I knew she was oversensitive at that moment and yet I couldn't help but get upset... I made her cry... and I got scared... If only she knew... The only tears I want to see in her eyes are the ones from happiness... I didn't know what to say or what to do, I just hugged her really close and stroked her... We are good. It was nothing really, she understood my reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something that I want to say to her... I know the words, the exact words. I don't have the guts. It is ridiculous, really, why can't I say it? You, you and you... all of you know. It is so easy to share it with you, but so hard and close to impossible to just look at her and say it. I think she knows and feels it, but I want to say it, need to say it... Argh, stupid me... Is it too soon? Can it be too soon? It doesn't feel soon at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could stop the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-2107366537295218897?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2107366537295218897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2107366537295218897&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2107366537295218897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2107366537295218897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/03/179.html' title='#179'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-3954395863372594968</id><published>2010-03-08T11:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:52:49.679+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>#178 Banichka</title><content type='html'>I just can't help but share this... :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S5TG9LzT2MI/AAAAAAAAHFA/TLQxDtxLcDE/s1600-h/milo+banica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S5TG9LzT2MI/AAAAAAAAHFA/TLQxDtxLcDE/s400/milo+banica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446196603840092354" 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/1517836609221105313-3954395863372594968?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3954395863372594968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=3954395863372594968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3954395863372594968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3954395863372594968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/03/178-banichka.html' title='#178 Banichka'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S5TG9LzT2MI/AAAAAAAAHFA/TLQxDtxLcDE/s72-c/milo+banica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-3747562701443988520</id><published>2010-02-17T10:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:58:11.037+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>#177</title><content type='html'>"What happens if we fall crazy in love?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-3747562701443988520?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3747562701443988520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=3747562701443988520&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3747562701443988520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3747562701443988520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/02/177.html' title='#177'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-5941043168951732992</id><published>2010-02-01T11:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:13:28.927+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museless'/><title type='text'>#176</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Искам да пиша, имам да пиша... Не става... Не мога да се концентрирам, а нямам никаква работа... Имам нужда... нямам думи...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ПМС вчера...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-5941043168951732992?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/5941043168951732992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=5941043168951732992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5941043168951732992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5941043168951732992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/02/176.html' title='#176'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-229378808981894896</id><published>2010-01-20T21:49:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:13:14.835+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes. kundera'/><title type='text'>#175</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"We can never establish with certainty what part of our relations with others is the result of our emotions - love, antipathy, charity, or malice - and what part is predetermined by the constant power play among individuals"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Milan Kundera&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-229378808981894896?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/229378808981894896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=229378808981894896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/229378808981894896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/229378808981894896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/01/176.html' title='#175'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-3264813508566905666</id><published>2010-01-11T14:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:09:34.613+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zenit'/><title type='text'>#174 Zenit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG, the disappointment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I was expecting disappointment, which is even more disappointing...&lt;br /&gt;I finally developed the pictures from the, oh so lovely, Zenit... And all I have to say is ... "hmmm". The pictures lack colour and whatnot, they look as old as the camera itself... But considering  the fact that I got 30 out of 50 pictures when both films I used were totally expired... with about 2 years... the situation is not so bad...I got anoth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;er film... within the expiration period...&lt;br /&gt;My favourite pictures are one very lovely close up of H. and a pigeon...  I might scan the latter and post it later... H. I am not sharing with you ;) heh...&lt;br /&gt;Also... I don't remember faces or I see the faces I want so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; see where they are not... And then... another hmmm.I wish I was more Shane-like... anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ETA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S0uEZ9l4ELI/AAAAAAAAHDQ/cJP9K28mJ5Y/s400/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425575757662916786" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S0uE3oaJEiI/AAAAAAAAHDg/00CYgcovfJI/s400/6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425576267372630562" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S0uFEHy-VFI/AAAAAAAAHDo/cvFeQT6SXN8/s400/2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425576481956713554" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S0uFU_QmdoI/AAAAAAAAHDw/F481x5LVsbc/s400/8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425576771722835586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-3264813508566905666?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3264813508566905666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=3264813508566905666&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3264813508566905666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3264813508566905666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/01/174-zenit.html' title='#174 Zenit...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/S0uEZ9l4ELI/AAAAAAAAHDQ/cJP9K28mJ5Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7058168499442248320</id><published>2010-01-08T10:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:57:55.242+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#173 the P. day</title><content type='html'>Yep, yep... that time of the month... right on time and luckily I feel very fresh, rested and happy...&lt;br /&gt;YAY for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7058168499442248320?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7058168499442248320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7058168499442248320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7058168499442248320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7058168499442248320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/01/173-p-day.html' title='#173 the P. day'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7058477961070406578</id><published>2010-01-07T10:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:26:10.823+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>#172</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Онзи ден ми разказаха едно предаване по Discovery Channel, в което обясняват силата на човешкия мозък. И за това как в екстремни ситуаци, човек е способен на нечовешка издръжливост. Или по скоро как мозъкът контролира и манипулира тялото по такъв начин, че да осигури собственото си оцеляване... При липса на източници на храна и вода,  мозъкът заповядва на тялото да се смоунищожи/самоизяде, за да набави необходимото за себе си... Разграждат се първо мазнините, после мускулите включително и сърцето...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Самоубийство с цел оцеляване...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Много интересно ми се струва... Винаги съм имала желанието да тествам тялото и волята си. Правила съм импровизирани опити за това... Ей така за спорта...Трудно е, обаче когато съм заобиколена от всякакви изкушения и възможности да задоволя глада... Както и да е... Замислих се и наистина, когато мозъкът е натоварен, неспокоен и постоянно активен, тялото го захранва... Личен пример: 3 дена постоянни стрес/емоции/превъзбуденост и вече си виждам ребрата през дрехите... Лошо няма де, все пак приливът на най-различни хормони ме кара да се чувствам жива...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И като си направя една малка равносметка... Хубави неща ми се случват и знам, че броя на хората, на които мога да се доверя и разчитам се увеличи последните седмици. Знам, че съм обичана. И въпреки постоянното ми мрънкане, оплакване и какво ли още не, аз съм щастлив човек и съм адски благодарна за това, което имам. Защото е много и много ценно!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Но ще продължа да се вкарвам във филми и дилеми и ще продължа да мрънкам, и ще правя глупави избори и импровизирани опити за самоубийство с цел оцеляване, и ще се държа нелогично, и ще изненадвам себе си и хората около мен, и ще се радвам, и ще плача, и ще обичам, и ще се ядосвам, и ще целувам, и ще игнорирам, защото знам... По дяволите знам, че го искам и го търся, всичко това... заедно!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И да става каквото ще... или ще разчета вярно знаците и ще си доставя правилните емоции или пък няма... Всичко е въпрос на Карма...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7058477961070406578?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7058477961070406578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7058477961070406578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7058477961070406578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7058477961070406578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/01/172.html' title='#172'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-5428250171650915197</id><published>2010-01-06T14:50:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:24:02.548+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>#171</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ах, капчуците навън...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Обичам пролетното време през зимата...&lt;br /&gt;Сградите плачат... Реки от сълзи се стичат по тротоарите и улиците...&lt;br /&gt;И въпреки топлото слънце, хората май не се усмихват... Ама и аз не се усмихвам много, май...&lt;br /&gt;Всеки е замислен и по всякакъв начин се опитва да заобиколи сълзите на София...&lt;br /&gt;Аз пък... ами и аз съм се вкарала в урагана от мислите си и... и не обръщам внимание... и има пеперуди навсякъде, най-различни... от тези красивите, цветните, нежните и от онези сивите, страшните, грозните...&lt;br /&gt;И трябва да извадя униформата и пагоните... да изтръскам прахта и да се подготвя за битка... Някой ми обяви война май...&lt;br /&gt;Интересно е... ще бъде...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="article"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ние сме войници, ще вървим напред&lt;br /&gt;Леви-десни, леви-десни, ще вървим напред&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Имаме си пушки, от папура дръжки&lt;br /&gt;Леви-десни, леви-десни, ще вървим напред&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Имаме си кончета, от върбови клончета&lt;br /&gt;Леви-десни, леви-десни, ще вървим напред&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-5428250171650915197?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/5428250171650915197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=5428250171650915197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5428250171650915197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5428250171650915197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/01/171.html' title='#171'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-6296194488523006001</id><published>2010-01-04T10:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:26:10.623+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BG post'/><title type='text'>#170 Пощенски разни</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Един много бърз пост...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Специално благодаря на &lt;a href="http://bgpost.bg/"&gt;Български пощи&lt;/a&gt; и останалите такива, спомогнали за изключително бързата доставка на едно късно изпратено пакетче... България - САЩ само за 10 дена и то по време на най-натоварения период (Коледно-Новогодишните празници...) Вярно е, че ми взеха едни 170 лв за услугичката, но пък аз съм доволен клиент :) Евалата, приятно ме изненадахте за новата година!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Сега съм замислила още едно тестче за експедитивност, защото аз имам навика да изпускам дори и последния момент... (както е и в случая) и добре, че не е въпрос на живот и смърт...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Хайде, благодарско...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-6296194488523006001?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6296194488523006001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=6296194488523006001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6296194488523006001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6296194488523006001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/01/170.html' title='#170 Пощенски разни'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7217307809242361740</id><published>2010-01-01T16:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:58:33.359+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>#169 New Year's wishes and fortune slips...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone please shoot me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mum: "Happy New Year! Find a man, get married, give birth to a baby..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dad: "Happy New Year! Find a man, get married, give birth to a baby..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;granny 1: "Happy New Year! Find a man, get married, give birth to a baby..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;granny 2: "Happy New Year! Find a man, get married, give birth to a baby..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the above four also said: "Do it soon, you are getting old and running out of time"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fortune slip 1: "the prince with the horse" (romantic as in a fairy tale and I only insisted to write that stupid fortune thingie cause my mum provoked me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fortune slip 2: "a baby" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fortune slip 3 (the one at home that I chose over the phone): "smth smth love, smth smth smth engagement smth"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All I can say is... Give me a fucking break, hand me the gun, I will pull the trigger myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(under the line) Look at that... Second post in a couple of days... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7217307809242361740?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7217307809242361740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7217307809242361740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7217307809242361740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7217307809242361740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2010/01/169-new-years-wishes-and-fortune-slips.html' title='#169 New Year&apos;s wishes and fortune slips...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7387654050730871625</id><published>2009-12-31T16:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:33:07.565+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>#168 30.12.2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Случват ми се случки... в последните дни на годината... Ей така, да има с какво да я запомня тази година... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Питаха ме защо не съм писала отдавна... нямах настроенито, музата, желанието... а всъщност имаше за какво да пиша...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;И сега имам за какво да пиша... не съм сигурна дали ми се пише, но ще го направя все пак... и пак ще се получи един от онези пост-ове (това ли е думата?), където всъщност нищо няма да кажа...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Вкарвам се във филми май... и не мога да си обясня защо го правя и защо го искам... Странно е... и ми е едно объркано... и пак се случи ей така от нищото и толкова изведнъж... и пак се разхождах по празните софийски улици, с различно усещане обаче... Търсех си го май и провокирах, и бях провокирана, и имах нужда от това...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Четири дена и пети след това, и колко други още... Ще бъда инат и няма да направя нищо... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Това е моята реакция... заставам в защитна позиция... за сега... и ще припомням думи, ако трябва и бъде поискано... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Твой ред е... знаеш го...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7387654050730871625?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7387654050730871625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7387654050730871625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7387654050730871625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7387654050730871625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/12/168-30122009.html' title='#168 30.12.2009'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-5414632463740078252</id><published>2009-11-12T22:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:36:53.160+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><title type='text'>#167</title><content type='html'>The perfect ending of one Hell of a "lovely" day is getting my period.&lt;div&gt;Happy happy happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-5414632463740078252?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/5414632463740078252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=5414632463740078252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5414632463740078252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5414632463740078252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/11/167.html' title='#167'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7337841032145784674</id><published>2009-11-06T22:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:36:21.599+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>#166</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really get confused sometimes. I get confused when my, let's say imaginary, bubble with the all the perfectness inside gets popped out and my dreams and illusions scatter around. And then I get a panic attack, not the common panic attack, but my version of it. And I start running around, all hasty, trying to pick up, protect and once again mend my broken dreams. But all I manage to do in that very moment is... bang in the walls of the box that surrounds me, that I've created to protect myself, to protect myself from the nasty and ugly world. And this box, that felt so safe and comfortable and beautiful before, becomes this scary place, a prison where the bars are not steal but fake desires, fake happiness. It starts to shrink, getting smaller and smaller until I suffocate. And there is nowhere to hide, I just clinch to my little, pathetic dreams and start making a new bubble, filling it up with the old dreams, creating my perfect world again, blowing it up with the hope to prevent the closing walls from crashing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Little people have little dreams. They are happy, but only this much. I can't help but wonder if I the feeling of happiness is real. What if it is fake, fake like the thin outline of this bubble. What if the rainbow colour it gets when the sun shines on it is just an illusion? And then again, isn't the little things that matter the most and make the biggest difference? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7337841032145784674?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7337841032145784674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7337841032145784674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7337841032145784674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7337841032145784674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/11/166.html' title='#166'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-4745135157931404248</id><published>2009-11-05T17:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:31:21.995+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>#165 Do you read me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SvLvZLl7L5I/AAAAAAAAG-0/rhH0smF1H9c/s1600-h/i+am+gay%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SvLvZLl7L5I/AAAAAAAAG-0/rhH0smF1H9c/s400/i+am+gay%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400642119058272146" 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/1517836609221105313-4745135157931404248?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4745135157931404248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=4745135157931404248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4745135157931404248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4745135157931404248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/11/165-do-you-read-me.html' title='#165 Do you read me?'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SvLvZLl7L5I/AAAAAAAAG-0/rhH0smF1H9c/s72-c/i+am+gay%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2290101031181447612</id><published>2009-11-03T11:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:10:20.872+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useless'/><title type='text'>#164 Нищо.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Казват, че счупеното носи щастие... Няколко неща счупих тези дни, все стъклени и все чужди, и все по много глупав начин. Та ми е чудно едно такова... дали щастието ще е за мен или за съответния собственик на счупената чаша/купа/... Винаги съм била суеверна. И твърдо вярвам, че , хм..., "everything happens for a reason". Не знам защо ми идва на английски... за всяко нещо си има причина. Наистина, в повечето случаи ние сме господари на съдбата си има и малка доза късмет...&lt;br /&gt;Уфф, имах какво ценно да кажа, ама така... пореден провален пост, поради разкъсване на мисълта... 'ш'ма извиня'ате!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-2290101031181447612?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2290101031181447612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2290101031181447612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2290101031181447612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2290101031181447612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/11/164.html' title='#164 Нищо.'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2894904262500912417</id><published>2009-11-02T11:29:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:41:26.878+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave me alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>#163 Дребни страсти</title><content type='html'>Четири дена... Минимално количество телевизия лошо качество, никакви извънработни компютърни занимания, качествена музика и книга. Пълно спокойствие.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Наистина имах нужда да се махна за малко и се надявам нещата да са различни като се прибера довечера, отношението да е различно. Трудно е да запазиш позитивното си отношение, когато си обграден с &lt;del&gt;лайна&lt;/del&gt; негативизъм.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Самотата е хубава понякога... Няма чуждо присъствие, не се ослушваш за поредното "Пламенооо, интернета/наема/сметките/нещо счупено/нещо здраво/нещо с инструкции за четене/каквото и да е друго нещо". Знаеш, че ако е мръсно е мръсно заради теб. Знаеш, че няма проблем да изтичаш от банята до спалнята гола. Знаеш, че дори и в 3 през ноща няма проблем да пуснеш лампата, да си пуснеш музичка и да правиш каквото ти се иска. Ще си сготвиш и ще го направиш по твоя начин, без непрестанните "не го правиш правилно, аз така го правя, всеки друг начин е грешен, ама ти ползваш тигана пък аз исках да го ползвам и не мога да чакам, защото съм аз". Което ми напомня... открийте разликите, хех...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Su6us_dONFI/AAAAAAAAG-M/V3hYDFEAuFE/s1600-h/DSC09655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Su6us_dONFI/AAAAAAAAG-M/V3hYDFEAuFE/s320/DSC09655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399445091235279954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Su6u1NMZYLI/AAAAAAAAG-U/ayieAaQSy8g/s1600-h/3351264926_438c7e2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Su6u1NMZYLI/AAAAAAAAG-U/ayieAaQSy8g/s320/3351264926_438c7e2121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399445232361758898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Рецептата и прекрасната снимка от дясно са взети от &lt;a href="http://loisslokoski.blogspot.com/"&gt;тук&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Както и да е... Покрай този шибан компютър бях забравила да чета. Аз обичам да чета. Колкото и бавно да го правя, колкото и пъти да се отплесвам в мислите си... Наистина, нищо не може да сравни с хубава книга.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Още нещо... безцелните разходки... тръгваш и няма значение на къде си се запътил. Шляеш се по улиците и зяпаш... Само да си бях взлеа фотоапарата, лента имам да изщраквам все пак.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Уфф, глупости само...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Къде си? Търся те...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;ETA: "Up" is a very cute film... It made me smile and it made me cry... Go see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA1: I had erotic dreams. Some fucked up stuff. I didn't like it. I wonder if it were the GGFP? Guilty conscious? Regrets? Unfulfilled desires? It really could be anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-2894904262500912417?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2894904262500912417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2894904262500912417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2894904262500912417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2894904262500912417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/11/163.html' title='#163 Дребни страсти'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Su6us_dONFI/AAAAAAAAG-M/V3hYDFEAuFE/s72-c/DSC09655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-4493811187141315668</id><published>2009-10-26T11:50:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:14:04.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#162</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WTF!!! My mum's on Facebook... I am not sure how to react to this... I hope she will not have any desires to become my "friend", because I will definitely ignore her request and things will get complicated then... YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note... Road trips are fun. Even the not so perfect ones... I just wish I didn't have to conform with others so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SuWFfoIosmI/AAAAAAAAG-E/epEPGslYLr8/s1600-h/cigarette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SuWFfoIosmI/AAAAAAAAG-E/epEPGslYLr8/s320/cigarette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396866506869486178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a third note... Should I really do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ETA: Oh, I am so doing it... Fuck, if I care right now... Fuck you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ETA1: Scratch the last one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-4493811187141315668?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4493811187141315668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=4493811187141315668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4493811187141315668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4493811187141315668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/10/162.html' title='#162'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SuWFfoIosmI/AAAAAAAAG-E/epEPGslYLr8/s72-c/cigarette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1783045592925662135</id><published>2009-10-15T08:20:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:05:55.114+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><title type='text'>#161 Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And all of a sudden it is autumn. And damn, it took me by surprise. And I shouldn't be surprised.  It is the fucking middle of October already. Time flies, it really does. The weather really is amazing... one day you see people in t-shirts, the sun is hot on your skin and you sweat like a pig and the next morning... The next morning you wake up at 17 °C and by the time you get to work (say it takes you half an hour) it is already 7 °C, and it is raining, and there are grey clouds, pressing down the rooftops and within 24 hours the termometre shows fucking 1 °C, and the chilly wind brings snowflakes... People are wearing winter coats and boots and scarves and hats now and the sun is shining once again but it isn't hot on the skin. I don't like the cold, I have never liked the cold. My body hates the cold.  And yet I refuse to  admit it is time for me to rearrange my wardrobe and I feel cold and I clench my teeth. And again it is time for day dreaming, time for going through the summer days, regretting some, loving others. And I find myself still caring and some minutes are hard. And all I can do is register presence. Pros/Cons... ignoring the future, ignoring the hard decisions to be made in the  future. Making silly plans. Taking the not so healthy choices with the clear awareness of it. Lighting a cigarette in the middle of the night and feeling damn good about it.&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand and look me in the eyes, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1783045592925662135?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1783045592925662135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1783045592925662135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1783045592925662135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1783045592925662135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/10/161-autumn.html' title='#161 Autumn'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2749311800003102712</id><published>2009-10-08T11:31:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:49:59.746+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#160 The general month recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was going to ETA the previous post, but then gave up on the idea...&lt;br /&gt;So..., don't wonder why I am all in the writing mood all of a sudden. Without a doubt it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; time of the month once again. (for personal references - 07.10.2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened in a month's time...&lt;br /&gt;I went to Amsterdam on a business trip. Met Loo - my dear friend and totally loved the way our plans didn't work out, it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine got married. I don't know what happens to me on weddings... I get all mushy-gushy (is this a word?)... happy for my friend and sad for me... It is a fact that I will never be able to do the traditional ceremony with my future partner and I adore the stupid traditional ceremony. Eh, it was quite fun nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a striptease bar, got a couple of lap dances, was allowed to touch anywhere! (the advantage of being a girl, hehe), had a fucking awesome time! Will do it again, definitely. And here is the place to say a big thank you! to my friend V. who never fails to entertain me and be a true party animal ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and dad gave me my birthday present earlier...  I now own my dad's old car, as well as his old Zenit-E film camera. YAY! Beware on the streets... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-2749311800003102712?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2749311800003102712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2749311800003102712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2749311800003102712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2749311800003102712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/10/160-general-month-recap.html' title='#160 The general month recap'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2627028748036661974</id><published>2009-10-06T13:49:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:13:23.937+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>#159 District 9 and filling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you haven't seen &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1136608/"&gt;District 9&lt;/a&gt; already, go see it.&lt;br /&gt;It is the different Sci-fi film. The documentary style and the way it puts forward some painful issues for our society made it very interesting to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1440346/"&gt;Three Rivers&lt;/a&gt; (despite the presence of &lt;a href="http://www.thelword-fr.net/katherinemoennig/uk/index2.php"&gt;Katherine Moennig&lt;/a&gt;) is very mediocre and not so interesting. I might give it another chance when I am bored to hell sometimes, but I kinda doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412142/"&gt;House M.D.&lt;/a&gt; is, I may say, a bit disappointing so far. But man, that one line 13 said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This might be the best thing&lt;br /&gt;I've ever eaten...&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I'm including&lt;br /&gt;what you're thinking of now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460649/"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0898266/"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/a&gt; make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-2627028748036661974?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2627028748036661974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2627028748036661974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2627028748036661974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2627028748036661974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/10/159-district-9-and-filling.html' title='#159 District 9 and filling'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2354674614963349062</id><published>2009-09-24T10:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:04:31.426+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><title type='text'>#158 Whaa? Get a grip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I tend to get overly excited and optimistic on the outside when I feel down on the inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to trust people... share your true feelings... be honest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't talk about it... different reasons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think about me sometimes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I that nasty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a song for all of my moods... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't find the right song now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I confuse myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss, I want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is my will?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-2354674614963349062?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2354674614963349062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2354674614963349062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2354674614963349062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2354674614963349062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/09/158-whaa-get-grip.html' title='#158 Whaa? Get a grip...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1603045344623484250</id><published>2009-09-03T17:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:33:54.802+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#157 Swollen but happy...</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, nice! Just as planned and expected...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1603045344623484250?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1603045344623484250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1603045344623484250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1603045344623484250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1603045344623484250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/09/157-swallen-but-happy.html' title='#157 Swollen but happy...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7864976179777263618</id><published>2009-08-28T11:07:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:47:26.511+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-smoking'/><title type='text'>#156</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Пуши ми се. Отново.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Не знам дали е толкова заради никотинов глад или по-скоро заради самия (нека го нарека) ритуал на пушене.&lt;br /&gt;Отказах цигарите на 1-ви юни, но не мога да се нарека "непушач от близо 3 месеца". Слаба воля или силно желание, а може би смесица от двете, бе причината да запаля и да изпуша буквално до филтър 4 цигари в този период. Мога да измисля оправдание за всяка една от тези цигари, но наистина имам сериозна причина само за 1 от тях. По ирония на съдбата това бе единствената причина, която остана неразбрана. Единствената цигара, от която наистина имах нужда. Единствената цигара, която запалих, за да се разсея, за да не мисля и да се успокоя. Близо 10 години изминаха, мамка му, и спомена винаги ме удря силно, неочаквано и сърцето ми се смачква и боли, много боли и аз отказвам да забравя и да избягам от болката, и ще пуша, ако искам. Ще пуша и ще гледам страшно, и няма да се усмихвам, и ще плача наум, и няма да срещна разбиране, и наистина няма да ми пука...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;При 3 от 4 цигари изпитах истинска наслада.  Ритуал е. Внимателно да хванеш цигарата, за да не я прекършиш, да помиришеш тютюна преди да я запалиш, да обгърнеш филтъра леко с устни, да наблюдаваш как тютюна се разпалва, да поемеш никотина дълбоко в дробовете си, да се усмихнеш и да не искаш да издишаш, защото ти харесва, после да направиш 2-3 кръгчета (все още го умееш), да хванеш цигарата точно по онзи начин, който те възбужда, да я захапиш между зъбите, отново да вдишаш, да затвориш очи и да се размажеш и да не искаш да свършва, защото ти харесва и се чувстваш добре, недосегаема. И когато изгасиш вече изпушената цигара, съвсем не съжаляваш, че по някакъв начин си нарушила договора със себе си. Е, може би съвсем мъничко, но се чувстваш добре и не е проблем да пренебрегнеш вината.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Пуши ми се. Отново. Но няма, въпреки удоволствието.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7864976179777263618?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7864976179777263618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7864976179777263618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7864976179777263618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7864976179777263618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/08/156.html' title='#156'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-6627543487726495501</id><published>2009-08-17T21:09:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:58:08.146+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>#155 Outlines</title><content type='html'>1. Summer holiday - check!&lt;br /&gt;2. Period - check! (got it on the first day of my vacation/08.08, my timing is just perfect)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mountains, lake, hitch-hiking - check! (unbelievable beauty, dangerous, awesome experience)&lt;br /&gt;4. Ride in a TIR truck - check! :D&lt;br /&gt;5. Scorpion in the bathroom - check!&lt;br /&gt;6. Light brown tan - check!&lt;br /&gt;7. Gaining weight - check! (unfortunately :(()&lt;br /&gt;8. Doing a tourist round in downtown Sofia - check!&lt;br /&gt;9. Back to work - check! (full speed)&lt;br /&gt;10. Doing a huge post about my vacation - not check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-6627543487726495501?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6627543487726495501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=6627543487726495501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6627543487726495501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6627543487726495501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/08/155-outlines.html' title='#155 Outlines'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7495621948297155018</id><published>2009-07-17T19:04:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:12:27.951+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th sense'/><title type='text'>#154 *evil*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ETA1: Аз спирам да играя!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;От известно време (няма да конкретизирам с цифри) ми се върти една фраза в главата... Наречете го 6-то чувство...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MIND GAMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You are doing it right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;When you realize it you'll shit bricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ETA: Всеки играе и играта е мръсна, няма правила и боли. Всеки играе... ти, ти и ти, и аз!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7495621948297155018?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7495621948297155018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7495621948297155018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7495621948297155018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7495621948297155018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/07/154-evil.html' title='#154 *evil*'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2703395577930256920</id><published>2009-07-14T22:52:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:27:46.681+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>#153 run, baby, run...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now this deserves a whole post... not just twitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;avg 170 bpm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hrmax 230 bpm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in 00:07:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo 00:00:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hi 1:08:36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;478 [kcal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 fat[g]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35 laps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;total time 01:18:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did the 10 km...&lt;br /&gt;*pats own sholder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-2703395577930256920?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2703395577930256920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2703395577930256920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2703395577930256920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2703395577930256920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/07/153-run-baby-run.html' title='#153 run, baby, run...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1603525138854560936</id><published>2009-07-14T09:08:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:01:00.090+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>#152 Crazy in the head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Не спя спокойно. Поредната нощ. В главата ми е буря. Пълно е с мисли, всякакви. Въпроси, отговори, липса на отговори, работа, случки от преди 1 час. Не искам да мисля. Въртя се. Заспивам, събуждам се. 2:30. Не ми е удобно. Пак. Заспивам, не ми харесва какво сънувам, събуждам се.  3:00. Пак. Пак и пак... За пореден път поглеждам часовника...6:10. Не мога повече. Не се чувствам уморена, не съм спала, но не ми се спи. Ставам. Бърз душ. Оправям тук и там и излизам. Обичам София през лятото, обичам София рано сутрин. Въздухът е все още свеж, няма коли, няма хора. Вървя бавно. Не бързам за никъде. Обичам да слушам радио рано сутрин... само музика, без водещи, без реклами. Имам чувството, че София е моя. Аз и празните улици. Започват да се появяват хора. Плиска.  Качвам се на автобуса. Дали да се прибера? Не искам. Имам много време. Тръгвам към работа. До 10:00 има още два часа. Чуствам се свежа. Ще се разхождам. Хората са сънени, нацупени. А сутринта е толкова красива и учудващо тиха. Сигурно и аз изглеждам сърдита. Не. Мисля си . Отново. Вървя. И мисля. Всичко ми е разбъркано. Още 1 час по улиците... Хемус, НДК, Витошка, 5-те кьошета, НДК. Имам адски много енергия и все пак започвам да се чувствам адски изморена. Вземам си дозата сутришно кафе. Имам време. Не бързам. По дяволите, колко е рано...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't sleep calmly. Again. It is a storm in my head. Thoughts everywhere, all kinds. Questions, answers, lack of answers, work, events from an hour ago. I don't want to think. I toss and turn. I fall asleep, I wake up. 2:30. I don't feel comfortable. Again. I fall asleep, I don't like what I dream of, I wake up. 3:00. Again. Again and again.. I look at the clock for the millionth time... 6:10. I can't do it. I don't feel tired, I haven't slept but I don't feel sleepy. I get up. A shower. I tidy here and there and go out. I love Sofia in the summer, I love Sofia early in the morning. The air is still fresh, there are no cars, no people. I walk slowly. There's no rush. I love to listen to the radio early in the morning... just music, no djs, no adds. I feel like Sofia is mine. Me and the empty streets. People are coming out. Pliska. I get on the bus. Should I go home? I don't want to. I have so much time. I head to work. There are two hours until 10:00. I feel fresh. I will wander about. The people are sleepy and grumpy. And the morning is so beautiful and surprisingly quiet. Maybe I look angry as well. No. I think. Again. I walk. And think. Everything is a mess. Another hour on the streets. Hemus, the National palace of culture, Vitosha str., the 5 corners (hehe it is funny to translate this), the National palace of culture. I have so much energy and yet I am starting to feel tired. I take my dose of morning coffee. I have time. I am in no rush. Damn it, it is early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1603525138854560936?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1603525138854560936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1603525138854560936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1603525138854560936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1603525138854560936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/07/152-crazy-in-head.html' title='#152 Crazy in the head'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-352896192224542793</id><published>2009-07-05T18:22:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:27:06.827+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#151 Ден на избори</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Аз гласувах.&lt;br /&gt;Не съм се интересувала активно от предизборни кампании/дебати/обещания. Май този път изцяло се доверих на вътрешния си глас и усещане. В тъмната стаичка бях изключително бърза... два хикса и готово. Надявам се да съм направила правилния избор.&lt;br /&gt;Отне малко повече от час, за да дойде и моят ред да пусна бюлетините. Чакането не ми се стори дълго и отегчително. Напротив, бях изключително щастлива да видя толкова много млади хора да искат да изразят правото си на глас. И което е още по-обнадеждаващо, бяха коментарите на хората, обслужващи изборната секция (№3, бл. 40, Студентски град), че вече са поръчни допълнителни бюлетини. В 14:30h - около 80% изборна активност. Браво българи!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Тази сутрин ми беше съобщено нещо, за което аз активно избягвах да мисля до сега. Брат ми е вече в процедура по вземане на американско гражданство. Нещата придобиват реален вид... Много скоро ще ми се наложи да взема решение - България или САЩ. Кофти тръпка... наистина ще ми бъде трудно. От сега ми е напрегнато, много напрегнато.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;От 3(три) дни не е валяло. Обичам слънцето. Прави ме щастлива.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Пожелах си няколко желания днес. Искрено искам да се сбъднат... Да видим.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Днес и утре няма да бягам...&lt;br /&gt;Започвам да се чудя дали не беше някаква поличба от свише, че ми дойде, точно когато чаках на опашката в изборната секция... Хм, и да е било, пропуснах да се възползвам и вслушам... моят глас не беше червен. Кръв ще се лее май... хех.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really interested in the election's campaings/debates/promises.&lt;br /&gt;I fully trusted my inner voice and feeling this time. I was exceptionally fast in the dark room... a couple of Xs and that's it. I hope I've made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;It took a little more than an hour for my turn to place ballot. All the waiting didn't seem long nor boring. On the contrary, I was extrememly happy to see so many young people wanting to express their vote. And what was even more encouraging were the comments of the people who were managing the polling station that extra ballots were ordered. At 14:30h - more than 80% activity. Well done Bulgarians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was told something that I've been actively avoiding to think about until now. My brother is now in the process of aquiring his american citizenship. Things are getting real... I will have to make the decision very soon - Bulgaria or USA. Bad thrill...it will be really difficult. I feel tense, very tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been raining for 3 days now. I love the sun. It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished a few wishes today. I really want them to come true... We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and tomorrow I will not go running...&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to wonder if it wasn't some kind of an omen from above that I got my perion while on the queue for voting...Hm, even if it was, I failed to take advantage... my vote was not red. Blood will be flowing... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-352896192224542793?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/352896192224542793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=352896192224542793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/352896192224542793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/352896192224542793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/07/151.html' title='#151 Ден на избори'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7024583693502358438</id><published>2009-07-01T09:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:47:04.774+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>#150 пфт за пореден път</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ей, майка му стара, няма пълно щастие...&lt;br /&gt;Довечера ще трябва да отделя малко време да си подготвя специалната плейлиста. Малко повече време... един Бог знае къде съм си разхвърлила песните... Пак ще се асоциализирам донякъде...&lt;br /&gt;Някакви работи се случват около мен. Хубави и лоши. Едновременно. Това ме побърква. Нито мога да се справя с лошите, нито да оценя хубавите. Преценката ми е объркана.&lt;br /&gt;Май имам нужда от почивка. Имам нужда от цигара. О, как ми се пуши. От няколко дни. Постоянно. Мисля си разни неща и ми се пуши, и не пуша, и си е ебало майката.&lt;br /&gt;Дразня се. Често се дразня, ей така, на нищото, от нищото.&lt;br /&gt;Не ми се прибира вкъщи, ще взема да си организирам една седмица на "Манастирска"... Никаква телевизия, никакъв компютър, без хората, които са ми до болка познати. Мачка ме негативното настроение у нас...&lt;br /&gt;Писна ми. Все по-често се хващам, че ми се налага да се преструвам пред хората. Не много, но го правя. Не искам.&lt;br /&gt;Не ми се пише на английски... не ми идват думите...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS? Най-вероятно...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7024583693502358438?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7024583693502358438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7024583693502358438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7024583693502358438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7024583693502358438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/07/150.html' title='#150 пфт за пореден път'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8793695075126652745</id><published>2009-06-29T12:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:56:07.253+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='id club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><title type='text'>#149 Rainbow Friendship Sofia 2009 Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Отидох на парада, дори и след много колебания, отидох.&lt;br /&gt;Бях там, редом с повече от 300 човека, всякакви хора - хомосексуални, хетеросексуални, хора съпричастни с каузата.&lt;br /&gt;Тръгнах към НДК изпълнена със страх, но нито за минута по време на шествието не се почуствах застрашена.&lt;br /&gt;Организацията беше прекрасна. И който я сравнява с тази на подобни паради по чужбината и недоволства може да ме хване за патката.&lt;br /&gt;Идеята с каските ме изкефи тотално.&lt;br /&gt;Купона в ID беше на 6, с малкото изключение, че музиката беше леко зацикляща.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Все още не съм намерила време да погледна реакциите на медиите. Но като цяло май им беше по-интересно, когато имаше хипотетична възможност за побой и молотов и т.н. И кога ще се научат, че за да си гей не е необходимо да си ексцентричен, обикновено изглеждащия човек също може да е гей. Когато на обществото се поднася само "най-яркото", естествено е представата да е изкривена.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Още веднъж, големи благодарности на организаторите! Изкарах си една прекрасна събота.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost out and very proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8793695075126652745?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8793695075126652745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8793695075126652745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8793695075126652745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8793695075126652745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/06/149-rainbow-friendship-sofia-2009-recap.html' title='#149 Rainbow Friendship Sofia 2009 Recap'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-943716421153727761</id><published>2009-06-25T23:05:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:15:27.252+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal opinion'/><title type='text'>#148 Rainbow friendship, why not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;защо няма да присъствам на гей парада?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ще вали&lt;br /&gt;2. бог ще ми се разсърди, защото руша устоите на обществения морал&lt;br /&gt;3. ще заразя някое невинно дете с вируса на хомосексуалността&lt;br /&gt;4. ще блокирам движението в иначе така натоварения съботен следобед&lt;br /&gt;5. ще притеснявам хората с неприличното си облекло (най-вероятно дънки и тениска)&lt;br /&gt;6. ще правя безразборен секс и ще участвам в оргии на обществени места&lt;br /&gt;и много, много други толкова важни и фундаментални фактори...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;какво наистина ме спира:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. семейството ми все още не знае, че съм гей и при интереса на медиите към събитието съм 90% убедена, че по някое време ще получа обаждане с въпроса "Маме, какво по дяволите правиш там". наистина лесен и удобен начин да се разкрия, но не мисля, че ще е коректно от моя страна.&lt;br /&gt;2. страх ме е. страх ме е от камъни, страх ме е от молотов, страх ме е от озверели, хомофобски, бръснати и какви ли още не юмруци.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;чаровни оправдания, наистина. чаровни, но реални.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. защото от 300 потвърдени и ако ще 1000 непотвърдени, аз познавам 0, а да бъдеш сам сред много хора, дори подкрепящи една и съща кауза, не си е работа. но това си е лично мой проблем...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;обаче ми писна. писна ми да живея чужд живот, писна ми да се крия в килера, писна ми да лъжа, писна ми от безумието на хората, писна ми да ме игнорират, писна ми другите да решават вместо мен, писна ми!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;и въпреки 1, 2, 3 и т.н., аз ще бъда на парада, защото преди всичко съм човек и както всеки друг имам права и търся уважение. горда съм, че съм лесбийка.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-943716421153727761?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/943716421153727761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=943716421153727761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/943716421153727761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/943716421153727761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/06/148-rainbow-friendship-why-not.html' title='#148 Rainbow friendship, why not?'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1314849880184903879</id><published>2009-06-23T21:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:11:15.982+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>#147 Rainbow Friendship 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;За случайно попадналите тук ЛГБТ представители и толерантни хора:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SkEaVxAZaKI/AAAAAAAAGzQ/7o7Swc9vLWM/s1600-h/logo_gay_parad-small2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SkEaVxAZaKI/AAAAAAAAGzQ/7o7Swc9vLWM/s200/logo_gay_parad-small2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350586793527437474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Програма на шествието „София Rainbow Friendship” 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27ми юни, София&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Прес-брифинг:&lt;/span&gt; Правото да бъдеш различен: ЛГБТ хората в Европейския съюз&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Час: 11:00 – 13:00&lt;br /&gt;Място: Българска телеграфна агенция, вход с акредитции и покани&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Говорители (по ред на представяне):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Доц. Благой Видин&lt;/strong&gt;, член на Комисия за защита от дискриминация&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Гиньо Ганев&lt;/strong&gt; (или Борислав Цеков, секретар) – Омбудсман на Р България – непотвърдено&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Маргарита Пешева&lt;/strong&gt; – Председател на Съвет за електронни медии – непотвърдено&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Линда Фрийман (ILGA-Europe, член на Управителния Съвет)&lt;br /&gt;Майкъл Кешман&lt;/strong&gt; (депутат в ЕП – член на ПЕС, Председател на Интер-групата за ЛГБТ права в ЕП)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ник Лийк&lt;/strong&gt; (Зам.-посланник на Обединеното Кралство в България)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Мартайн Елгерсма&lt;/strong&gt; (Зам.-посланник на Кралство Холандия в София)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Др. Израел Бътлър&lt;/strong&gt; (Агенция за фундаментални права към Европейски Съюз, втори национален експерт)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ларс Норман Йоргенсен&lt;/strong&gt; (Генерален секретар на Амнести Интернешънъл)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Станимир Панайотов&lt;/strong&gt; – Координатор и представител на Организационния комитет на София Rainbow Friendship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Панел I:&lt;/span&gt; Обръщения и презентации (11 – 11.30) Панелът е разделен на две части: А) Представяне на участниците в брифинга и Б) 30 минути общо за всички презентации – отделени са по приблизително 5 минути на презентациявсяка презентация е с продължителност приблизително 5 минути..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Панел II:&lt;/span&gt; Въпроси и дискусия (11.30 – 13)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;В този панел акредитираните журналисти и поканените гости ще имат възможност да задават въпроси и да повдигат проблеми, обсъдени в Панел І.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Фасилитатор: Аксиния Генчева&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Превод: Кристина Николова&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Шествие „София Rainbow Friendship” 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Час: 16:30PM – 18:00PM&lt;br /&gt;Тръгва от: Моста на НДК&lt;br /&gt;Приключва в: Център за култура и дебат „Червената къща”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;С участието на: Елза Парини, танцьори и DJ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainbow Friendship в Център за култура и дебат„Червената къща”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Час: 18PM-22PM&lt;br /&gt;Място: Център за култура и дебат „Червената къща”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Програма:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18PM: Официални приветствия към участниците от:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Г-н Майкъл Кешман&lt;br /&gt;Организаторите&lt;br /&gt;Домакините&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18.05PM-19.30PM: Поглед в огледалото (програма от документално и експериментално видео, селекция: Боряна Росса)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Селекция от кратки документални и експериментални филми, посветени на проблемите на равноправието и гей културата. Използвайки различен подход – от улична акция и пърформанс, до документалиско изследване, артистите поставят предизвикателство пред стереотипите и предразсъдъците на съвременното общество. Те създават визуални метафори и символични празненства за да пропагандират любов и взаимно разбиране и да информират публиката за проблемите, които среща борбата за равенство.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;С творбите на:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Джим де Сев, Тара Матеик, Pink Bloque, Кати Хай, Каролин Райдър Куули, Лий Мингуей и Върджил Уонг, Елизабет Стивънс и Ани Спринкъл, Боряна Росса&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Подробна информация за видео творбите:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Венчално обвързване&lt;/strong&gt;, 2004, документален, 82 мин, два откъса, всеки по 10 мин&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.1049films.com/"&gt;http://www.1049films.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Режисьор: Джим де Сев&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Продуценти: Джим де Сев, Стивън Д. Пеллетие, Киан Тионг&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;„Венчално обвързване“ пътешества в историята от средните векове до Манхатанските хипита, атакуващи сватбено бюро през 1971. Филмът изследва миналото и настоящето за да разкрие значението на гражданския брак в Америка днес, като основа за разбирането на еднополовия брак. Първа награда за документален филм на Междунродния ЛГБТ фестивал в Сан Франциско, 2004.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PYT &lt;/strong&gt;, 2005, експериментално музикално видео, 4.16 мин&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Тара Матеик&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.taramateik.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.taramateik.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Запушете устата на неверието и отворете очите си за половата неопределеност в Небивалата земя, в която момчето Питър Пан е жена! През 1903, Нина Бокиколт изиграва Питър Пан в оригиналната Лондонска продукция. Критикът Денис Макейл ентусиазирано отбелязва, че „други биха били по-момчешки, или по-реално-момчешки, или по-гей или по-красиви, или по-злобни и нечовешки, или по-изкусно или фантастично елфически, но Мис Бокиколт ще си остане Питър на всички времена… тя беше неземна, но реална. Тя не ни натрапи нито определен пол, нито безполовост“. Напълно в духа на Бокиколт видеото&lt;br /&gt;PYT (Pretty Young Thing – Красиво младо същество) разкрива кризата на „устойчивите“ закони на мъжествеността.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink Bloque (Блокът на розовите)&lt;/strong&gt;, 2002-2005, документация на улични акции, 12.52 мин&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Блити Райли и Дара Грийнвалд&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.pinkbloque.org/newpast.html"&gt;http://www.pinkbloque.org/newpast.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Документация на акциите на Pink Bloque, радикална феминиска танцова трупа, базирана в Чикаго и осована през 2002, като артистична реакция на депресивната атмосфера, която се възцарява в левия активизъм в Америка след 9/11. Pink Bloque използва езика на популярните танцови форми, музиката и привлекателните костюми за да ангажира неподготвена публика в диалог по повод на съвременната политическа ситуация. Архив на техните проекти може да бъде намерен на www.pinkbloque.org. Видеото в тази програма е снимано от различни хора на улицата и монтирано от Блити Райли и Дара Грийнвалд.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Трилогията на Ики и Кати&lt;/strong&gt;, 1999, експериментално видео, 9 мин&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Кати Хай&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://kathyhigh.com/"&gt;http://kathyhigh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Заснета в черно бяло, тази на пръв поглед грубо монтирана трилогия разказва историята на две сестри близначки, които правят пакости. Във възрастта, когато младите момичета разкриват сексуалността си, те изследват себе си (и една друга) в своите общи „игри“. В трите части – „Ики и Кати откриват свободата“, „Бавачката“ и „Учим се да сучем“ момичетата правят някои леко „непозволени“ работи. Да бъдеш непослушен може и да е забавно!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Оперяване&lt;/strong&gt;, 2006, експериментално видео, 8,28 мин&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Каролин Райдър Кули&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.carolynrydercooley.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.carolynrydercooley.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Създавайки хибрид от филм и пърформанс, Райдър Кули разказва своята история за сърната и магнолията . Създавайки фантазмена метафора на човешката сексуалност, това произведение размива границите между мъжка и женска идентичност, чрез приказка за взаимоотношението между хора и животни, които се превръщат в хибридни същества, -характерен подход за изграждане на идентичност на куиър обществото в Сан Франциско.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Мъжка бременност&lt;/strong&gt;, 1999, документален, 7.30 min&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Лий Мингуей и Върджил Уонг&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.malepregnancy.com/"&gt;http://www.malepregnancy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;„Мр. Лий Мингуей е първият мъж, който износва плод в собсвеното си тяло. Тази процедура стана възможна чрез фаза II на клиническите опити в RYT Hospital-Dwayne Medical Center“&lt;br /&gt;Уебсайтът и филмът от този проект, разказват убедително историята на „първата в света мъжка бременност“, повдигайки въпроси за джендър роли и стереотипи, за грижата и родителството.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Лаборатория на изкуството на любовта&lt;/strong&gt;, 2009, документация на сватбени пърформанси, 5.52 мин&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Елизабет Стивънс и Ани Спринкъл&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://loveartlab.com/"&gt;http://loveartlab.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;„Ние, Елизабет М. Стивънс и Ани М. Спринкъл, сме семейство художнички, работещи над произведения, които изследват и празнуват любовта. Ние използваме възможностите на визуалните изкуства, инсталацията, театъра, интервенцията, живото изкуство (live-art), изложбите, лекциите, печатните издания и активизма. Всяка година организираме и режисираме една или повече пърформанс-сватби в сътрудничество с различни общества в САЩ и по света, след което показваме документация и реликви от празненствата в художествени галерии. Нашите проекти са свързани с цветовете и значенията на чакрите. Тази структура на нашата работа е вдъхновена от проекта на известната американска художничка Линда Монтано наречен „14 години живо изкуство“.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;„Лаборатория на изкуството на любовта“ е нашата реакция на войната, движението против брака между гей двойки и доминиращата култура на алчността. Нашите проекти са символични жестове, които имат за цел да направят света по-толерантен, екологично устойчив и мирен“.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;loveartlab.com е виртуално място, в което художничките споделят своите открития, документацията и развитието на проектите си. Те канят всички желаещи да сътрудничат в създаването на сватбите им през 2010 и 2011 година. Тук можете да намерите тяхната покана за сътрудничество за последната им Синя сватба, случила се на 14 юли, 2009 в Groove House, Оксфорд, Англия.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://loveartlab.org/slideshow.php?year_id=5&amp;amp;cat_id=105"&gt;http://loveartlab.org/slideshow.php?year_id=5&amp;amp;cat_id=105&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Официална покана&lt;/strong&gt;, 2007, експериментално видео, 7.20 мин&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Боряна Росса&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://roboriada.org/boryana"&gt;http://roboriada.org/boryana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Това видео е ироничен коментар на нестихващо популярната в България институция на бодигарда. Авторката повдига въпроси относно смисъла на патриархалните йерархии в нашето общество, основани преди всичко на ролевите модели на пола, наричани „естествени“ или „дадени от природата“. Ролята на бодигарда е изиграна от две гей и бисексуални жени, които имат синини под очите, може би резултат от домашен побой, а може би от победна битка…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJ Парти в „Червената зала”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19.30PM-22PM: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;DJ XYZ &amp;amp; DJ Pikebass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainbow Friendship Party в ID Mix Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22h – …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;=====================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofia Rainbow Friendship Rally 2009 Programme June 27th, Sofia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Press-briefing:&lt;/span&gt; The Right to be Different: LGBTs in the EU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Timing: 11:00AM – 13:00PM&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Bulgarian Telegraphic Agency, entrance with accreditations and invitations&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keynote speakers (in order of the presentations):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blagoy Vidin&lt;/strong&gt; – Commission for protection against discrimination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ginyo Ganev&lt;/strong&gt; (or Borislav Tsekov) (National Ombudsman of Bulgaria) – to be confirmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margarita Pesheva&lt;/strong&gt; (Chairperson of the Bulgarian Council for Electronic Media) – to be confirmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linda Frreeman&lt;/strong&gt; (ILGA-Europe, Board Member)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Cashman&lt;/strong&gt; (MEP – European Socialists, Chair of the Inter-Group for LGBT Rights at the EP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick Leek &lt;/strong&gt;(Embassy of the United Kingdom in Bulgaria, Deputy head of mission )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martijn Elgersma&lt;/strong&gt; (Deputy Head of Mission, Royal Netherlands Embassy in Sofia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Israel Butler&lt;/strong&gt; (European Union Agency for Fundamental Rights, Seconded National Expert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lars Normann&lt;/strong&gt; Jørgensen (Secretary General of Amnesty International)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stanimir Panayotov&lt;/strong&gt;, representatve of the organising committee of the Rainbow Friendship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Panel I&lt;/span&gt;: Keynote addresses and presentations (11 – 11.30) This panel is split into two parts: A) Introducing the participants of the briefing and B) appr. 30 minutes overall for all presentations – estimated time is 5 min per presenter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Panel II&lt;/span&gt;: Questions and discussion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this panel the accredited journalists and invitees will be given the word to raise questions and issues stemming from Panel I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facilitator: Aksinia Gencheva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interpreter: Kristina Nikolova&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofia Rainbow Friendship Rally 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Timing: 16:30PM – 18:00PM&lt;br /&gt;Starts at: The Sighs Bridge, National Culture Palace Ends at: Center for Culture and Debate Red House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the participation of: Elsa Parini, Dance &amp;amp; DJ show&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofia Rainbow Friendship at the Center for Culture and Debate Red House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Timing: 18PM-22PM&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Center for Culture and Debate Red House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Programme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18PM: Official Welcome to the priders made by:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr. Michael Cashman&lt;br /&gt;The Organizers&lt;br /&gt;The Hosts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.05PM-19.30PM: Gaze in the Mirror (Video Art Selection currated by Boryana Rossa):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selection of short experimentals and documentaries dedicted to issues of equal rights and gay culure. Varieties of approaches from street action and performance to documentary research are used by artists to explore and challenge the stereotypes and prejudices of contemporary society. The authors create visual metaphors and symbolic celebrations to inform society and provoke action to promote equality and love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the works of:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim de Sève, Tara Mateik, Pink Bloque, Kathy High, Carolyn Ryder Cooley, Lee Mingwei and Virgil Wong, Elizabteh Stevens and Annie Sprinkle, Boryana Rossa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Detailed info:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tying the Knot&lt;/strong&gt;, 2004, documentary, 82 min&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Jim de Sève&lt;br /&gt;two excerpts, 10 min each&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.1049films.com/"&gt;http://www.1049films.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Producers: Jim de Sève, Stephen D. Pelletier, Kian Tjong From an historical trip to the Middle Ages, to gay hippies storming the Manhattan marriage bureau in 1971, Tying the Knot digs deeply into the past and present to uncover the meaning of civil marriage in America today. Best documentary award at San Francisco LGBT Film Festival Frameline, 2004.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PYT&lt;/strong&gt;, 2005, experimental music video, 4.16 min By Tara Mateik&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.taramateik.com/"&gt;http://www.taramateik.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suspend your disbelief and salute the constant state of preadolescent gender in Never Never Land where the principal boy, Peter, is played by a woman. In 1903, Nina Boucicault played Peter Pan in the original London production. Reviewer Denis Mackail enthusiastically noted that,&lt;br /&gt;“others will be more boyish, or more principal-boyish, or gayer and prettier, or sinister and inhuman, or more ingeniously and painstakingly elfin, but Miss Boucicault was the Peter of all Peters… she was unearthly but she was real. She obtruded neither sex nor sexlessness.”&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of Boucicault PYT throws social codes of masculinity into crisis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink Bloque&lt;/strong&gt;, 2002-05, documentation of street actions, 12.52 min&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.pinkbloque.org/newpast.html"&gt;http://www.pinkbloque.org/newpast.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Documentation of the actions of the Pink Bloque, a Chicago-based feminist street dance troupe founded in early 2002 as a creative response to the depressing atmosphere of leftist activism in post-911 America. The Pink Bloque used the language of popular dance forms, music, and cuteness in an attempt to engage unexpecting audiences in dialogues about current political situations. An archive about their project is at www.pinkbloque.org. Video shot by many allies in the streets, edited by Blithe Riley and Dara Greenwald.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Icky and Kathy Thrilogy&lt;/strong&gt;, 1999, experimental, 9 min Directed by Kathy High&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://kathyhigh.com/"&gt;http://kathyhigh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shot in black and white, this rough-and-ready trilogy is about twin sisters who „act out“ and act up in their own best interests. At the age when a young girl might discover her own sexuality, they explore themselves (and each other) in „games“ and playtime together. In the three sections—“Icky and Kathy Find Liberty“, „The Babysitter“, and „Learning To Suck“—the girls engage in slightly illicit acts together. Being naughty can be fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feathering&lt;/strong&gt;, 2006, experimental short, 8.28 min By&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carolyn Ryder Cooley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.carolynrydercooley.com/"&gt;http://www.carolynrydercooley.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Creating a hybrid of film and performance, Ryder Cooley tells the story of a magnolia tree and a deer. Fantasmic metaphor of human sexulity, this video talks about of human &amp;amp; animal interrelations, through creation of a hybrid creatures, in order to blur the division between masculine/feminine identity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Male Pregnancy&lt;/strong&gt;, documentary, 1999, 7.30 min By Lee Mingwei and Virgil Wong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.malepregnancy.com/"&gt;http://www.malepregnancy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;„Mr. Lee Mingwei is the first human male in history to gestate a fetus within his own body. This procedure was made possible through a phase II clinical trial at RYT Hospital-Dwayne Medical Center.“ The website and the film convincingly tell the story of the „first male pregnancy,“ raising questions of gender roles and stereotypes, politics of care and hospitality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Art Laboratory&lt;/strong&gt;, 2009, documentation of weddings and performances, 5.52 min By Elizabteh Stevens and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Annie Sprinkle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://loveartlab.com/"&gt;http://loveartlab.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;„We, Elizabeth M. Stephens and Annie M. Sprinkle, are an artist couple committed to doing projects that explore, generate, and celebrate love. We utilize visual art, installation, theater pieces, interventions, live-art, exhibitions, lectures, printed matter and activism. Each year we orchestrate one or more interactive performance art weddings in collaboration with various national and international communities, then display the ephemera in art galleries. Our projects incorporate the colors and themes of the chakras, a structure inspired by Linda M. Montano’s 14 Years of Living Art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Love Art Laboratory grew out of our response to the violence of war, the anti-gay marriage movement, and our prevailing culture of greed. Our projects are symbolic gestures intended to help make the world a more tolerant, sustainable, and peaceful place.&lt;br /&gt;Loveartlab.com is a virtual home where the artists share their progress, documentation and findings. They invite you to collaborate on their forthcoming weddings in 2010 and 2011. Here you can find the call for collaboration for their last wedding that was on June 14th at Groove House, Oxford, England.&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://loveartlab.org/slideshow.php?year_id=5&amp;amp;cat_id=105"&gt; Http://loveartlab.org/slideshow.php?year_id=5&amp;amp;cat_id=105&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official Invitation&lt;/strong&gt;, 2007, experimental video (no sound), 7.20 min By Boryana Rossa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://roboriada.org/boryana"&gt;http://roboriada.org/boryana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This video makes ironic comment on the Bulgaria highly celebrated institution of the “body-guard.”&lt;br /&gt;This piece puts into question patriarchal hierarchies created on the basis of gender role models accepted as “given” by nature. For this piece the male body-guards are played by two gay and bi-sexual women who got bruises on their faces–a result of domestic violence or a victorious battle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Party at the Red Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19.30PM-22PM: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;DJ XYZ &amp;amp; DJ Pikebass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Friendship Party at ID Mix Club 22h – …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1314849880184903879?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1314849880184903879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1314849880184903879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1314849880184903879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1314849880184903879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/06/147-rainbow-friendship-2009.html' title='#147 Rainbow Friendship 2009'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SkEaVxAZaKI/AAAAAAAAGzQ/7o7Swc9vLWM/s72-c/logo_gay_parad-small2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8910415041537012325</id><published>2009-06-21T11:26:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:31:16.624+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>#146 The love of my life...</title><content type='html'>So... he must have stuck his paw on something when he fell off the balcony... They cleaned the wound... He is in big shock...&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I was there to stroke him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Sj3vOj09pBI/AAAAAAAAGqU/uDtf-_VtHvI/s1600-h/wounded+victor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 92px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Sj3vOj09pBI/AAAAAAAAGqU/uDtf-_VtHvI/s200/wounded+victor1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349694965800608786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Sj3vTeE-ieI/AAAAAAAAGqc/Gw0zwl-Vw1s/s1600-h/wounded+victor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Sj3vTeE-ieI/AAAAAAAAGqc/Gw0zwl-Vw1s/s200/wounded+victor2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349695050156509666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, my boy, you will be fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8910415041537012325?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8910415041537012325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8910415041537012325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8910415041537012325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8910415041537012325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/06/146-love-of-my-life.html' title='#146 The love of my life...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Sj3vOj09pBI/AAAAAAAAGqU/uDtf-_VtHvI/s72-c/wounded+victor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1519455237443649582</id><published>2009-06-19T14:27:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:31:34.408+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands'/><title type='text'>#145 My hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made it... I might as well post it...&lt;br /&gt;I am a total sucker for bony and veiny hands (even if they are mine :P)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Sjt2iKsDkHI/AAAAAAAAGqM/l0FjS7UijB4/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Sjt2iKsDkHI/AAAAAAAAGqM/l0FjS7UijB4/s200/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348999311789363314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1519455237443649582?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1519455237443649582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1519455237443649582&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1519455237443649582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1519455237443649582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/06/145-my-hand.html' title='#145 My hand'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Sjt2iKsDkHI/AAAAAAAAGqM/l0FjS7UijB4/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-4611728209084173500</id><published>2009-06-19T11:02:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:32:06.405+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave me alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>#144 FUCK OFF</title><content type='html'>[10:18:14] person I've known for 16 years: I am shocked&lt;br /&gt;[10:18:20] P.: why are you shocked&lt;br /&gt;[10:18:26] person I've known for 16 years: because of you&lt;br /&gt;[10:18:53] person I've known for 16 years: I've always thought you were joking, but maybe not&lt;br /&gt;[10:19:25] P.: I am not joking&lt;br /&gt;[10:19:51] person I've known for 16 years: you are not normal&lt;br /&gt;[10:20:12] person I've known for 16 years: when did you go under the rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;[10:20:56] P.: Why I am not normal?&lt;br /&gt;[10:21:16] person I've known for 16 years: because this is NOT the natural course of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have problems with my sexuality go fuck yourself and leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;God, I am so pissed! And guess what, I am more normal than you! Fucker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-4611728209084173500?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4611728209084173500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=4611728209084173500&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4611728209084173500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4611728209084173500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/06/144-fuck-off.html' title='#144 FUCK OFF'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1381291813510614474</id><published>2009-06-10T16:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:13:27.522+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#143 Dear special diary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1381291813510614474?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1381291813510614474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1381291813510614474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1381291813510614474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1381291813510614474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/06/143-dear-special-diary.html' title='#143 Dear special diary...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-5271362723869817327</id><published>2009-06-05T11:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:52:40.009+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>#142 oh, wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, wow!&lt;br /&gt;I am quite impressed by myself, or should I say by my non-smoking self. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I went for my run and it's been 4 days since I quit smoking (yeah, I know, 4 days doesn't sound like such a big deal, but considering the effort I am making, it's hard  people, Iam telling you... and the fact that I was a smoker for 11 straight years, god, I am old...) Ok back on topic... I had no troubles doing double the laps I usually do, I didn't really get out of breath, my speed was better than usual, my heart rate was constant and pretty much within the limits. I should also give some credit to the fact that this time I had music playing in my ears, which gave me an extra boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'll be damned, 4 days do make a big difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note... going out drinking tonight... I hope I won't get tempted to light a cigarette and also I hope to get some company to go to Soho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-5271362723869817327?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/5271362723869817327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=5271362723869817327&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5271362723869817327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5271362723869817327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/06/142-oh-wow.html' title='#142 oh, wow'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8783533372038804780</id><published>2009-06-01T10:05:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:35:24.938+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selftorture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-smoking'/><title type='text'>#141 Day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SiOD8uvUBpI/AAAAAAAAGqE/RbB48spKofE/s1600-h/no+smoking.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SiOD8uvUBpI/AAAAAAAAGqE/RbB48spKofE/s200/no+smoking.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342258662353405586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a radical decision last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing my regular run at 20:00h, I suddenly felt a quite sharp pain in my chest area which somehow turned into this dull and pretty constant pain in the back of my neck. Now, since I haven't been saving money on cigarettes lately, I've made up my mind that it was about time to take up some actions. As from today my lungs will be a smoke-free environment (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;except in the cases when I go out, drink a little bit more and... you know the rest of the story&lt;/span&gt;). And I am being dead serious this time, I am really determined to succeed. Which probably means that I will fail big time or get fat as a fat swine, ah, what the hell, wish me luck, keep your fingers crossed for me, buy me a drink ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8783533372038804780?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8783533372038804780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8783533372038804780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8783533372038804780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8783533372038804780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/06/141-day-one.html' title='#141 Day one'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SiOD8uvUBpI/AAAAAAAAGqE/RbB48spKofE/s72-c/no+smoking.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-4159673610130997465</id><published>2009-05-30T12:17:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:02:46.110+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>#140 Rainbow Friendship Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SiD6wLGIATI/AAAAAAAAGps/2p6_p8ZCEz8/s1600-h/banner-rainbow-friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SiD6wLGIATI/AAAAAAAAGps/2p6_p8ZCEz8/s200/banner-rainbow-friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341544863580553522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Май е време и аз да направя копи и пейст  на обявлението за гей праид 2009 (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;вж. по-долу&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Бих казала, че звучи доста обещаващо и дори забавно. Много се радвам, че ще присъстват хора, които полицията няма начин да не защитава =&gt; и обикновените хора имат шанс да не пострадат. Определено ще е пълно с тъпанари, скинове, БНСари и какви ли още не фашистки акита (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ако ми позволите да се изразя така...&lt;/span&gt;), но никой няма да позволи някой "известен" да го отнесе.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Радвам се, че е включена "културна програма", защото като човек, който съвсем не е навътре в ЛГБТ обществото (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;четете не познавам никой в цитираното общество&lt;/span&gt;), ми се струва, че имено на такива събития се завръзват ползотворни контакти, а не по баровете. Както и да е...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Аз смятам да присъствам на парада. Само се надявам мама и тати да не ме засекат някъде по ТВто, че тогава си е ебало майката... Ще видим тази година колко шум ще се вдигне по медиите, надявам се само този път да е от солидарност, а не за вдигане на рейтинга.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вървят в момента и призиви за помощ на организаторите... физическа и финансова. С моето присъствие няма как да помогна (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;не че нямам качествата ;), ама време няма&lt;/span&gt;). Но поне банков превод лесно се прави. Ето и сметките, ако някой случаен посетител тук изяви желание...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Фондация “Ресурсен център – Билитис”&lt;br /&gt;Първа инвестиционна банка, клон Младост&lt;br /&gt;SWIFT: FINVBGSF&lt;br /&gt;IBAN: BG34FINV915012BGN0AZRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; -  лева&lt;br /&gt;IBAN: BG51FINV915012USDOAZ -  USD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ами това е май... ще се видим на парада...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;На 27 юни тази година в София ще се проведе Rainbow Friendship шествие, организиранo от коалиция от неправителствени организации и представители на бизнес сектора, сред които Международната асоциация InterPride, Българска гей организация “Джемини”, микс клуб “ID Club”, Ресурсен център за бисексуални жени и лесбийки “Билитис” и Български Активистки Алианс. Това ще е второто такова събитие, след като миналата година БГО “Джемини” беше организатор на шествието „Аз и моето семейство”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;На същата дата светът отбелязва 40-тата годишнина от революционните събития в “Stonewall”, Ню Йорк, когато се положени основите на международното LGBT движение за равни права.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Програмата, по която ще протече събитието ще стартира с брифинг на тема „(Как) да откриваме словото на омразата и престъпленията от омраза?”, последван от шествие по софийските улици, културна програма в Червената къща и after party в най-модерния столичен микс клуб “ID club”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;На Rainbow Friendship събитието специални гости ще са депутати от Европейския парламент, множество представители на международни организации за равни права, посланици, популярни артисти и певци, които подкрепят и защитават идеята, че хората са равни по между си, без значение на пол, раса, сексуална ориентация, религия и произход.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Идеята на шествието Rainbow Friendship е хората да се съберат и да се забавляват заедно, като обиколят столичните улици под звуците на хаус и диско хитове в ремикси, фреш диско, хип-хоп и електро парчета. Допълнително ще бъде обявен маршрутът на стрийт парада, както и подробности около украсата, платформите и другите празнични елементи, задължителни за едно такова събитие.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Можете да се присъедините към &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=103760355882&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;групата във Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, да &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000004&amp;amp;id=103760355882&amp;amp;gr=5&amp;amp;act=future&amp;amp;sid=8025aad8a27de70f644331c76e442198#/event.php?sid=8025aad8a27de70f644331c76e442198&amp;amp;eid=86703747105&amp;amp;ref=search"&gt;станете част от събитието&lt;/a&gt; и да &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://twitter.com/sofiarainbow09"&gt;следите новините в Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;За повече информация:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Венелина Михова&lt;br /&gt;Юнайтед Партнърс&lt;br /&gt;Тел.: 832 33 44&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;———————————&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On June the 27th Sofia will be hosting a Rainbow Friendship Rally, this year organized by a larger coalition consisting of NGOs and business supporters, among which there are The Bulgarian Gay Organization “Gemini”, ID Mix Club, Resource Center for Bi &amp;amp; Lesbian Women “Bilitis” and Bulgarian Activist Alliance. This will be the second event of its kind to be held in Sofia, Bulgaria, following last year’s Gay Pride Rally “Me and My Family”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On the very same date the world is celebrating the 40th anniversary of the historic riots at Stonewall Inn, the event that prompted the very outburst and developments in LGBT emancipation and rights protection worldwide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The program includes an earlier briefeng on the topic “Understanding Hate Speech and Hate Crimes”, supported and backed by international guests from LGBT organizations, as well as EU representatives, and after the rally a cultural program will be running, which is kindly hosted by Red House Center for Culture and Debate, all this followed by an after party at the Id Mix Club.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The special guests of the Rainbow Friendship event will be prominent EU MPs and human rights advocates, a multitude of representatives of international organizations, as well embassadors, celebrities and others, all standing behind the idea that gender, race, sexual orientation, religion and origin are not a border among people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The idea is that we all gather and celebrate together, flooding up the streets with various tunes from the house, disco, hip-hop and other scenes. More news are to follow soon, such as the route, more confirmed guests and supporters, as well all the other exciting celebration paraphernali&lt;/span&gt;a!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-4159673610130997465?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4159673610130997465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=4159673610130997465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4159673610130997465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4159673610130997465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/05/140-rainbow-friendship-parade.html' title='#140 Rainbow Friendship Parade'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SiD6wLGIATI/AAAAAAAAGps/2p6_p8ZCEz8/s72-c/banner-rainbow-friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-9160064377162892821</id><published>2009-05-28T14:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:57:58.667+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='id club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lezzy'/><title type='text'>#139</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am too old for partying in the middle of the week...  actually no, I am not, I just drink too much... I think I got pretty close to 400 ml of whiskey... No wonder I am feeling a little sick now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen butch/femme blah blah party sucked. I really hope that there was actually some real programme before I went there, cause otherwise... a three year old could have made it more entertaining... The music was good though... and God, it is 3 in the afternoon and I am still detoxing... not good... it's been a while I drank like a pig... shame on me. I wonder... if I am so disappointed after being dead drunk... I would have died from boredom or whatever if I was sober... I guess it would have been fun if I actually knew someone there... ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I feel sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-9160064377162892821?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/9160064377162892821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=9160064377162892821&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/9160064377162892821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/9160064377162892821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/05/139.html' title='#139'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-3120795471689581389</id><published>2009-05-26T21:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:32:22.457+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, fuck you, stupid bitch!!!&lt;br /&gt;Arggghhhhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-3120795471689581389?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3120795471689581389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=3120795471689581389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3120795471689581389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3120795471689581389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-fuck-you-stupid-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8592100606611657213</id><published>2009-04-21T19:12:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:39:46.482+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlotte Roche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wetlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgusting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>#136 Wetlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Se3ypAvD49I/AAAAAAAAGpM/zmE5msXqeRA/s1600-h/Wetlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Se3ypAvD49I/AAAAAAAAGpM/zmE5msXqeRA/s200/Wetlands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327180720635110354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks to a &lt;a href="http://kermgreene.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; of mine I got my hands on this book.&lt;br /&gt;The author is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlotte_Roche"&gt;Charlotte Roche&lt;/a&gt; and the name is Wetlands (original title: Feuchtgebiete).&lt;br /&gt;What got my attention was the juicy title, of course, then I read a few reviews of the book which were so controversial that only added up to my desire to read it. I must admit that my expectations got quite high here.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, it is about a 18-year-old girl/woman/, Helen, who is very sexually active and who accidentally gets her anus infected and spends some time in the hospital. It is generally the thoughts of Helen and not much of a storyline. The book started as a protest to all the wide-spread standards of how a woman should keep her body neat and clean, but somewhere along the way got twisted in the sick(in my opinion) understanding of hygiene the main character has.  Don't get me wrong here, I respect her choices and ways of exploring her body, it is just not what makes me happy and gives me a feeling of freedom. I think that the girl is quite confused and caught in her attempt to get her divorced parents back together. But this part of the story somehow gets lost in the very explicit and graphic impressions of her habits. It gets pretty disgusting at points. I had to stop reading it a couple of times, because I felt sick (as in stop-reading-or-you-will-vomit-in-your-mouth way). It is only nasty because it is still a taboo in our society to talk about personal things like this. They exist and we are aware of this but noone wants to know how others shit, menstruate or do an enema to themselves in the tub. People buy the book expecting it to be sexy, pornographic and whatnot and turn out wrong. It really is a mixture... it is sad, funny, sexy at moments, but we fail to pay attention to all this, because we are shocked, shocked and grossed out of the way one openly speaks of what shall not be told. The only 'hole' in the plot I see at the ending, I just don't get it. It seems the author needed a closure, but was out of ideas so she just rushed to it. And therefore I finished the book with a slight feeling of disappointment. But all in all I enjoyed Wetlands and probably would recommend it to my twisted friends or to my enemies :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;/random quotes from random pages/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"As far back as I can remember, I've had haemorrhoids" - very promising opening line...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"When I jerk somebody off, I always make sure that some cum gets on my hand. I run my fingers through it and let it dry under my long nails. That way, later in the day, I can reminisce about my good fuck partner by biting my nails and getting bits of the hardened cum to play with in my mouth; I chew on it, after tasting it and letting it slowly dissolve, I swallow it. It's an invention I'm proud of: the memorable-sex bonbon"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"When it comes to my period, I don't care about hygiene, either. It's blown completely out of proportion. Tampons are expensive and unnecessary. When I have my period, I use toilet paper to make my own tampons while I'm sitting on the toilet. I'm proud of that"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8592100606611657213?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8592100606611657213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8592100606611657213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8592100606611657213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8592100606611657213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/04/136-wetlands.html' title='#136 Wetlands'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/Se3ypAvD49I/AAAAAAAAGpM/zmE5msXqeRA/s72-c/Wetlands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1991566431988578403</id><published>2009-04-21T12:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:05:36.084+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>#135 Happy Easter/Keeping track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha, the custom requires the first egg to be painted red... guess what else got red... bloody Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1991566431988578403?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1991566431988578403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1991566431988578403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1991566431988578403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1991566431988578403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/04/135-happy-easterkeeping-track.html' title='#135 Happy Easter/Keeping track'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-6077175541637882449</id><published>2009-04-21T11:14:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:59:53.422+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nova tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>#134 Ответна реакция</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Аз малко закъснявам, ама какво да се прави...(по-добре късно отколкото никога).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;На 16.04.2009 МТГ(собственик на Нова ТВ) са изпратили писмо до Български Активистки Алианс с извинение за евентуалните вреди, нанесени от неадекватната реакция на Лора Крумова. Ето и самото писмо:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" lang="en-GB"&gt;Уважаеми Станимир Панайотов,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" lang="en-GB"&gt;Български Активистки Алианс,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.17in; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;На първо място бих искал да обясня позицията на MTG като компания. Един от нашите принципи е силното убеждение да бъдем работодател, гарантиращ равни възможности, като осигуряваме равни възможности на всички служители без оглед на раса, националност, пол, психични или физически увреждания, семеен статус, или сексуално предпочитание. Ние винаги даваме най-доброто от себе си, за да осигурим на нашите служители здравословна и позитивна работна среда, свободна от всякакъв вид дискриминация.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;MTG има своя собствена програма за социална отговорност - казва се “Съвременна отговорност”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;Също така имамe и фирмена програмна политика, &lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0pt 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;в която&lt;/span&gt; декларираме: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;”&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Ние сме ангажирани да използваме властта на медията отговорно, и по тази причина винаги търсим възможности, които да подсилят ползите, които телевизията може да предложи по същия начин, както винаги търсим начини да намалим вредата, която телевизията може да причини”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;След това въведение и въпреки, че ние силно подкрепяме редакционната независимост, надявам се разбирате, че ние не приемаме излъчването на програми като тази, която посочихте на нашето внимание. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" lang="en-GB"&gt;Затова предприехме действия да гарантираме, че едностранно шоу като това няма да бъде излъчено отново.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" lang="sv-SE"&gt;Искрено се извиняваме за вредата, която то може да е причинило.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;С най-добри пожелания,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;Берт Вилборг&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Мениджър Комуникации / MTG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Viasat Broadcasting UK Ltd, London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Лично на мен този отговор ми прилича по-скоро на прах в очите, отколкото проява на заинтересованост относно проблема. Ето ви кокалче, спрете да лаете. Може и да греша, но само на мен ли ми се струва, че тук е използван шаблон. Звучи ми като auto reply, само където някой си е направил труда да се попълни конкретните имена в полето "До:".  Писмото е прекалено обобщено и може да се отнася до всеки един дискриминационен проблем. Но поне са си направили труда да върнат някакъв отговор.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;А що се отнася до реакцията на &lt;a href="http://girlsgonewise.wordpress.com/2009/04/17/reakcii-za-izvinenieto-na-mtg/"&gt;Генка Шикерова&lt;/a&gt;, к'во я занимавате с глупости бе? Нейна колежка от конкурентна ТВ се наакала, еми няма тя да ходи да и бърше лайната и да прави необоснован ПР. Ама и тя к'во толкова се пали... не случайно има опция блок/ад ту игнор и тем подобни. Темерути.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-6077175541637882449?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6077175541637882449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=6077175541637882449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6077175541637882449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6077175541637882449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/04/134.html' title='#134 Ответна реакция'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-853347731226117401</id><published>2009-04-09T12:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:17:55.584+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flat'/><title type='text'>#133</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha yeah, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They've started digging... these days I will have to go and check out how big the hole is getting. This excites me very much and scares me a bit more. I will have to start preparing the documentation for the bank credit very soon. Which automatically means that I will soon have to start paying back to the bank, which means that I will be totally broke for a while. I will have to seriously reconsider my current lifestyle. Neh, I overreact. I will just have to really quit smoking (and not just fool myslef), start drinking bulgarian alcohol (preferably homemade), cut some other expenses and I will be fine. Or... I should just find me a rich lover and start accept gifts in exchange of sex? Juuust kidding, I have morals, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-853347731226117401?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/853347731226117401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=853347731226117401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/853347731226117401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/853347731226117401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/04/133.html' title='#133'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-3956527786464299308</id><published>2009-04-08T13:38:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:53:15.943+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offensive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vip brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>#132 Педерастия някаква...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Хаха, май сме още в праисторическата ера... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Попаднах на една много "забавна" статийка в определено посредствен сайт (&lt;a href="http://chetivo.com/pederastiyata-vav-vip-bradara/"&gt;тук&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Не съм сигурна до колко може да се вярва на публикацията, нито пък съм гледала кадрите от ВИП-а, но все пак не мога да повярвам на ограниченото и откровено обидно отношение на автора. Писнало ми е от двойни стандарти. Няма такова нещо като "хомомелодрама" и "лесбосцени". Хайде да не си лепим определения. Всички сме хора и всички сме равни. Ако приемем, че информацията в статията е истинска, много ме изненадва бързата реакция на СЕМ, които веднага излизат със становище, за разлика от предишни случаи, където си мълчат като шушумиги. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;На който не му харесва, да не гледа телевизия.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-3956527786464299308?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3956527786464299308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=3956527786464299308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3956527786464299308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3956527786464299308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/04/132.html' title='#132 Педерастия някаква...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8131966120385567689</id><published>2009-04-06T11:20:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:59:39.273+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the L word'/><title type='text'>#131 The Farm is no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Я виж ти! Хех, защо ли не се учудвам... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Да си призная въобще не бях ентусиезирана от пускането на spin-off на "Ел връзки" (Боже може ли по-тъп превод да направят). Обаче сега като знам, че са отхвърлили "брилянтната" идея на мама Чейкен, ми е някак си мъчно. Не за друго, но последният сезон на "Ел връзки" беше пълна боза. И това само защото, И. Ч. разви цялата история по такъв наин, за да може да задоволи болните си амбиции. Но просто не беше честно спрямо феновете, които 6 години съпреживяват историите на героите и накрая получват едно голямо нищо. Не, всъщност последният сезон имаше интересни моменти, но според моето скромно мнение почти всички малко или много бяха аут ъф чарактър. Spin-off-а би бил една добра възможност за нас зрителите да получим отговори на много въпроси, които последният сезон зададе. Уви, единственото, което получихме са on-line 2-4 минутни клипчета, които да до някаква степен разясняват нещата, но според мен провокират още въпроси у нас. С две думи, аз се чувствам леко прецакана като заклет фен на шоуто...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8131966120385567689?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8131966120385567689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8131966120385567689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8131966120385567689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8131966120385567689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/04/131-farm-is-no-more.html' title='#131 The Farm is no more'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8515872115015813857</id><published>2009-04-04T17:50:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:31:59.613+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>#130 Let's promote... aaaaand OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got so wasted last night...&lt;br /&gt;Let's give it up for the new irish whiskey, which turned out to be quite fine.&lt;br /&gt;It was really the ad that caught my attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SdeEXq4r4zI/AAAAAAAAGoM/Fbpqq8h-HCs/s1600-h/kiss-me-im-irish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SdeEXq4r4zI/AAAAAAAAGoM/Fbpqq8h-HCs/s400/kiss-me-im-irish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867026945434418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: Loads of Bushmils, some Clontarf and a couple of shots lead to me talking loads, not remembering obviously important conversations... I am trying really hard to make the white spots not so white, but no luck so far. Anyway, I've been told that apparently I told my flatmate's friend that I am gay, that an orgasm caused by a woman is a lot better than one from a man and so on. My flatmate now knows =&gt; all my flatmates (read friends) know. It was quite awkward. I feel nervous and relieved... (will update the story when more happens :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8515872115015813857?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8515872115015813857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8515872115015813857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8515872115015813857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8515872115015813857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/04/130-lets-promote-aaaaand-out.html' title='#130 Let&apos;s promote... aaaaand OUT!'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SdeEXq4r4zI/AAAAAAAAGoM/Fbpqq8h-HCs/s72-c/kiss-me-im-irish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1333079596106729574</id><published>2009-04-03T15:00:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:35:49.680+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>#129</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;За пореден път се убеждавам колко неспособен журналист е Лора Крумова, ако въобще може да се нарече журналист. А също така и колко НОВА ТВ потъва все по-надълбоко и търси всевъзможни начини да си вдигне рейтинга и да търси провокоация при всяка удобна възможност.&lt;br /&gt;Не приляга на телевизия, която претендира да бъде водеща и по-важно с национален ефир да толерира подобни явни изяви на простащина и неадекватно отношение спрямо ЛГБТ проблематиката.&lt;br /&gt;Публикувам няколко писма от Български Активистки Алианс съответоно до: 1. MTG - собственик на споменатата медия; 2. Изпълнителния директор на НОВА ТВ и 3. Останалите медии&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Уважаеми г-н Чанс, г-н Албрехт, г-н Барон и всички в MTG,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Пиша ви от името на Българския Активистки Алианс, формиран наскоро от най-опитните и отдадени активисти в страната, както и от името на други български ЛГБТ активисти, за да привлека вниманието ви към случая на плашеща проява на омраза и безспорен враждебен език в «Часът на Милен Цветков», предаване по българската NOVA телевизия.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Знаем, че MTG притежава NOVA телевизия и бихме искали да отправим директно към вас несъгласието си с излъченото вчера предаване и неговото неграмотно, крещящо агресивно отношение към всички ЛГБТ хора в България. Решително се противопоставяме на начина, по който екипът на предаването и водещата (Лора Крумова) представиха проблематиката, давайки израз на личната си ненавист и отвращение от хомосексуалността, ЛГБТ хората, тяхното възприемане в обществото, и цялостната борба на ЛГБТ движението срещу предразсъдъците и дискриминацията.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ще се обърнем и директно към NOVA телевизия. Но основната причина, поради която ви пишем, е че не сме напълно сигурни, че MTG е наясно какво се случва, и дали осъзнава какви са последиците от вчерашното предаване. Един от гостите в шоуто, лидер на националистическа и нео-наци формация, заплаши българската ЛГБТ общност, че ако тази година се състои гей-парад, ще последва насилие. Казано накратко, в излъченото вчера предаване имаше публично отправена директна заплаха за упражняване на насилие срещу малцинство.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;По-долу са някои цитати на водещата на предаването:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(По отношение на факта, че нито един от поканените ЛГБТ активисти не се е появил) [...]“.…имаме известен проблем с т.нар. педерастки номера, така че част от участниците няма да участват, защото… всъщност това е частта, където са хомосексуалисти. Отказаха се. Ще се опитаме по телефона да ги включим, за да се държат мъжки поне по телефона…“[...] (Всъщност двамата души, поканени за участие в предаването по никакъв начин не са свързани с ЛГБТ активизъм. По-скоро са незначителни ТВ знаменитости, които са открито гей.)  (Обявявайки, че през април ще се състои предполагаем гей-парад, без да опитва да прикрие сарказма на коментара си)[...]“В същото време стана ясно, че в София през април отново ще има гей парад – честито на всички!“[...] (Екипът дори не беше проверил дали гей-парад наистина ще се състои през април, доверявайки се напълно на «информацията», предоставена му от един от гостите.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;В тази връзка, бихме искали да бъдем информирани за позицията на MGT относно този случай на категорично нарушаване на принципите на журналистическата етика и човешките права. Дали управителните органи на MTG са наясно с публичните стратегии, поддържани от техните продукции, в частност “Часът на Милен Цветков”? Ако да, MTG подкрепя ли ги? В случай, че не - каква ще бъде официалната ви позиция и какви действия планирате да предприемете?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;В последните 2 години в България наблюдаваме влошаване на обществените нагласи и език по отношение на въпросите, свързани с ЛГБТ. Не можем и няма да приемем подобнo публичнo разпръскване на омраза. Ние, българските ЛГБТ активисти и Българският Активистки Алианс, ще предприемем директни мерки срещу хората, които организираха този публичен цирк вчера, и които продължават да легитимират и дават трибуна на неподлежащи на оправдание личности, проповядващи омраза.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Вярваме, че MGT е социално отговорна организация и че ще предприеме всички съответни мерки да определи размера на обществената вреда, нанесена от излъченото вчера предаване, както и да предотврати нанасянето на такива вреди в бъдеще.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Благодарим предварително за разбирането и съдействието.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;В очакване на вашата адекватна и навременна реакция,&lt;br /&gt;Български Активистки Алианс, Станимир Панайотов&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;======================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Уважаеми г-н Андерсън,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Уважаем екип на Нова телевизия,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Пишем ви от името на Българския Активистки Алианс, както и от името на много други представители на ЛГБТ общността в България, за да изразим шока и дълбокото си разочарование от поведението и тона на предаването “Часът на Милен Цветков”, излъчено на 1ви април 2009г. с водещ Лора Крумова.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Изданието на предаването бе посветено на правата на гей общността, като можем само да предполагаме, че повод за него е доклада за социалната ситуация на ЛГБТ хората в ЕС на Европейската Агенция по Основните Човешки Права към Европейския Съюз от 31.03.2009г, в който България е спомената като една от страните-членки на Съюза, в които хомофобията и дискриминацията към ЛГБТ са най-силни.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Конкретните поводи за нашето оплакване са следните:&lt;br /&gt;1. Г-н Боян Расате, който е криминално проявен и неколкократно задържан от полицията, бива потърсен отново, за да изрази мнението си публично. Напомняме, че г-н Расате има изявени нацистки убеждения и подстрекава към насилие над ЛГБТ общността в България при всеки удобен случай. Защо продължава да се дава трибуна на подобен човек?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. Поканените хора, които трябваше да защитят позицията на ЛГБТ общността у нас, не са експерти или гей активисти, а дребни знаменитости, които са открито гей, известни от Биг Брадър, предаване също на Нова телевизия. Не е било търсено мнението и участието на хора, които активно се занимавят с ЛГБТ права и човешки права, които адекватно могат да се противопоставят на становищата на г-н Расате?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. Третият повод за нашето оплакване е и най-утежняващ събитията. Той се състои именно в скандалното поведение на водещата Лора Крумова, която не се посрами да изрази крещящо презрително мнение срещу гей общността. Г-ца Крумова води предаването с очевидно тенденциозен и агресивен към ЛГБТ общността тон, като с лекота сипеше обиди като следните:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(По отношение на факта, че нито един от поканените ЛГБТ активисти не се е появил) [...]“….имаме известен проблем с т.нар. педерастки номера, така че част от участниците няма да участват, защото… всъщност това е частта, където са хомосексуалисти. Отказаха се. Ще се опитаме по телефона да ги включим, за да се държат мъжки поне по телефона…”[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(Обявявайки, че през април ще се състои предполагаем гей-парад, без да опитва да прикрие сарказма на коментара си)[...]“В същото време стана ясно, че в София през април отново ще има гей парад – честито на всички!”[...] (Екипът дори не беше проверил дали гей-парад наистина ще се състои през април, доверявайки се напълно на «информацията», предоставена му от един от гостите.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Факт е, че подобно поведение е в пряк разрез с етичния кодекс, приет и подписан от вашата медия, и по-точно със следните членове:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.1.4 Ясно ще разграничаваме фактите от коментарите и предположенията.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.1.5 В коментарите и анализите ще се стремим да представяме разнообразни мнения и гледни точки.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.1.6 При отразяване на спорове ще се стремим да дадем възможност на засегнатите страни да изразят своята позиция.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.3.4 Винаги ще посочваме, когато информацията не е потвърдена.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2.5.1 Като уважаваме правото на всеки да живее в сигурност и безопасност, няма да публикуваме материали, подбуждащи или насърчаващи омраза, насилие и всякаква форма на дискриминация.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2.6.5 Ще внимаваме да не бъдем използвани за платформа от онези, които насърчават, подбуждат или прилагат насилие; ще съобщаваме за техните действия с необходимата сдържаност и само ако това е в очевиден обществен интерес.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Също бихме искали да заявим, че поведението на екипът и в частност на г-ца Крумова противоречи и на чл. 4 от закона за защита от дискриминация на РБ, в който се цитира следното:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“Забранена е всяка пряка или непряка дискриминация, основана на пол, раса, народност, етническа принадлежност, човешки геном, гражданство, произход, религия или вяра, образование, убеждения, политическа принадлежност, лично или обществено положение, увреждане, възраст, сексуална ориентация, семейно положение, имуществено състояние или на всякакви други признаци, установени в закон или в международен договор, по който Република България е страна.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Призоваваме ви да вземете съответните мерки срещу поведението на г-ца Лора Крумова от предаването на 1 Април и да положите усилие подобни инциденти да не бъдат повтаряни от вашата медия. Настояваме за публично извинение от г-ца Лора Крумова за нейното поведение, както и от името на целия екип на Нова телевизия, заради това, че го позволи.&lt;br /&gt;В противен случай, не бихме се поколебали да вземем необходимите мерки както срещу самата г-ца Крумова, така и към Нова телевизия като медия.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Припомняме, че проявата на враждебна реч и подстрекаването към насилие са подсъдни, според българското и европейското законодателство. Подобно поведение няма място в Европа от 21 век.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Благодарим ви за отделеното време. Очакваме вашата реакция.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Български Активистки Алианс&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Български Активистки Алианс е неформална група, сформирана през март от някои от най-активните и отдадени активисти за човешки права в страната.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;======================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Здравейте,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Българският Активистки Алианс изпрати писмо до шведския консорциум MTG, собственик на Нова телевизия, за да изрази възмущението си от предаването “Часът на Милен Цветков” от 1 април 2009 г., с водещ Лора Крумова; и да поиска официална позиция и последващи действия от страна на консорциума.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Изданието на въпросното предаване бе посветено на правата на гей общността, като можем само да предполагаме, че повод за него е доклада за социалната ситуация на ЛГБТ хората в ЕС на Европейската Агенция по основните човешки права към Европейския Съюз от 31 март 2009 г., в който България е спомената като една от страните-членки на Съюза, в които хомофобията и дискриминацията към ЛГБТ са най-силни.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Повод за писмото ни до MTG бе най-вече скандалното поведение на водещата Лора Крумова, която представи проблематиката, давайки израз на личната си ненавист и отвращение от хомосексуалността, ЛГБТ хората, тяхното възприемане в обществото, и цялостната борба на ЛГБТ движението срещу предразсъдъците и дискриминацията.&lt;br /&gt;Примери за последното ще намерите в двете писма на Български Активистки Алианс, чийто текст е прикачен в това писмо: едното е до MTG – Швеция (на български и английски език), второто е до Нова телевизия.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Освен до MTG, писмото бе изпратено вчера, 2 април, и до основни шведски медии, включително и гей-лесбийски ориентираните. Очевидно нашите каузи не могат да бъдат провеждани без опит от страна на медиите да бъдат адекватни, а не просто да си говорят на кръчмарски жаргони. Искаме да повдигнем с това въпроса за определянето и контролирането на медийните политики в България, в частност на Нова телевизия.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Тези от вас, които не са гледали предаването и не са запознати с поредния епизод на публично говорене и всяване на омраза, могат да се запознаят със него и случая тук: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlsgonewise.wordpress.com/2009/04/02/plashehsta-proqva-na-omraza-i-vrajdebna-rech-v-nova-televizia/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://girlsgonewise.wordpress.com/2009/04/02/plashehsta-proqva-na-omraza-i-vrajdebna-rech-v-nova-televizia/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Самото предаване можете да видите тук&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHBt1dAI6sQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHBt1dAI6sQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; (част 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjDAi8jzyZU"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjDAi8jzyZU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; (част 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ние заявяваме, че няма да оставим в тишина тази публична проява на легитимация както на заявки за насилие, така и на неосведоменост.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Благодарим за отделеното внимание.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;С уважение: Български Активистки Алианс, Станимир ПанайотовБългарски Активистки Алианс е неформална група, сформирана през март от някои от най-активните и отдадени активисти за човешки права в страната.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&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/1517836609221105313-1333079596106729574?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1333079596106729574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1333079596106729574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1333079596106729574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1333079596106729574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/04/129.html' title='#129'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1460016301860342429</id><published>2009-03-24T11:11:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:31:42.898+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#128 Weekend recap</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I am posting... yes, yes you know what that means... it is that time of the month again. (Sunday - 22 March)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on happier news... I spent the weekend in Kazanlak, celebrating my mum's birthday. It was nice. There was no annoyance. Mum was happy, I was happy, dad was happy. A happy family picture. Also, my "step"cat is fat! She is close to 7 kilograms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping. I sorted out my outfit for Plamen&amp;amp;Elena's wedding. I feel so relieved. I only have to get shoes and I will be done. Oh, and a present for the newly weds. In my opinion I would look very sleek and businesslike. If only I could pull out the hairdo I imagine... Oh, I would look so hot! Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here... and I already am starting to feel tired. Need to get vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1460016301860342429?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1460016301860342429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1460016301860342429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1460016301860342429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1460016301860342429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/03/128-weekend-recap.html' title='#128 Weekend recap'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-724184595227098648</id><published>2009-03-09T14:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:07:37.992+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vip brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>#127 Why I like reality shows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I am that easy and shallow-minded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIP Brother 3 will start in a week. I am certain it will suck big, as in BIG, time. I really didn't have any intention to watch it and I probably won't really watch it. But I will definitely give it a try. I think they totally hit the jackpot with an ad like this. It is hot, it sends out the message it is supposed to send... Did I mention it is hot? Yeah, I did. I would say I adore the ad, if only they didn't air it like million times a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy... ;) /sweat, dirt and attitude... mmmmhm/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4b8vQTYWgkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4b8vQTYWgkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-724184595227098648?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/724184595227098648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=724184595227098648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/724184595227098648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/724184595227098648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/03/127.html' title='#127 Why I like reality shows...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8199848133984757983</id><published>2009-02-26T10:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:18:24.508+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#126 Optimistic to the bones... erm genes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've come across a very interesting research...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that it is genetically determined whether we are optimistic or pessimistic. The research included a group of 127 people, whose life was monitored for 25 years. The people were asked about major life events and it seems like similar stressful events have different long-term effect on different people. Some of the monitored people were twice more likely to get depressed and some just had natural resistance to depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genetic tests showed that &lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;21% of people have the genotype that predisposes them to depression, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;26% of people have the genotype with resilience to depression and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;53% of people have a mix of the two genotype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research also showed that more often the depression isn't caused by a single event but by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;a series of events happening during a sufficiently short time period. What is  interesting  is that it seems that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;depression is not caused by the negative events themselves, but by how individuals interpret&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;"The research has some very significant implications," said Professor Wilhelm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;, who has tracked the people who took part in the research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;. "Perhaps you could reduce the likelihood of depression amongst those with the vulnerable genotype, by training them up in terms of improving their coping styles and stress responses. Eventually you might be able to better identify those who are likely to be at risk, suggest psychological treatment at times and even work out the best kind of antidepressant to use, if the need arises."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do consider myself an optimistic person and, hey, it turns out that I have to thank my parents for that. I am so glad that my mother's genes didn't take over my dad's, although he is not generally optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that life is not really that bad, it is good actually and it is all up to us how we see it and how we live it. And don't get me wrong here, I feel bad too. But everything happens for a reason and after the rain there always comes the sun. Just look around and you will see...&lt;br /&gt;Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Very off topic (personal diary)... Bloody monday (24.02.2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8199848133984757983?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8199848133984757983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8199848133984757983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8199848133984757983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8199848133984757983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/02/126-optimistic-to-bones-erm-genes.html' title='#126 Optimistic to the bones... erm genes'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7940812483016489796</id><published>2009-02-16T11:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:14:34.281+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>#125 At the end of the Universe</title><content type='html'>Whiskey promotions rock...&lt;br /&gt;I really should consider drinking less. I am getting old for that...&lt;br /&gt;The next day is always hard these days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7940812483016489796?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7940812483016489796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7940812483016489796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7940812483016489796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7940812483016489796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/02/125-at-end-of-universe.html' title='#125 At the end of the Universe'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-5658060778766711692</id><published>2009-02-10T19:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:33:51.422+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave me alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>well, it was about time...</title><content type='html'>I AM GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want questions asked... how, what, when it happened. It just did.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with myself...&lt;br /&gt;And NO, it is not a phase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-5658060778766711692?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/5658060778766711692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=5658060778766711692&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5658060778766711692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/5658060778766711692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-it-was-about-time.html' title='well, it was about time...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8267654204243042385</id><published>2009-02-10T13:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:00:41.177+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#123 play time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a new &lt;a href="http://www.xtoysusa.com/7943xusxa.htm"&gt;toy&lt;/a&gt;. I totally love the veiny part. The ones who know me well know that I am a sucker for bony and veiny. Some may say that the it is not very big, but again, the ones who know me well know that I am not very big either ;). I don't know. I haven't tried it yet. I want to try it, but many circumbstances won't allow it. Most of all... lately I don't feel that good about myself, which leads to me not getting it on with myself the way I know I am capable of, in other words... where is my sex drive? I get attention these days and I will lie if I say that I don't like it. It is selfish, I know, but it kind of works like a selfesteem booster. My problem is that I don't want to react on that attention for very personal reasons, which I will not share with world.&lt;br /&gt;Pft, I think I will start a diet. I know this will make feel good about myself... and I just realized that I contradict myself a little bit... My soul struggles. I want things I can't have, I play happy. Actually I am happy, but I want to be happier. There are ways to be happier. I can't wait to use my toy. I can't wait to fuck someone's brains out, even if they're my brains.&lt;br /&gt;God, I am full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8267654204243042385?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8267654204243042385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8267654204243042385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8267654204243042385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8267654204243042385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/02/123-play-time.html' title='#123 play time'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1888124050240360671</id><published>2009-01-30T10:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:34:54.231+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#122</title><content type='html'>Ah well, at least I am not bloated anymore and my boobies actually stick out more than my belly :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1888124050240360671?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1888124050240360671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1888124050240360671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1888124050240360671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1888124050240360671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/01/122.html' title='#122'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7633179275431741652</id><published>2009-01-15T10:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:30:21.749+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ew'/><title type='text'>#121</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought he looked familiar... The guy smelled even worse than before, he smelled like horse shit. His clothes seemed relatively clean and one would wonder what the fuck is going on. I saw the faces of the people around, they showed disgust and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about this guy... I've been on the same bus as he a couple of times before. He travels in rush hours, he prefers rush hours. It is his perfect disguise. He gets on the bus and looks around. He spots his victim. Always a woman, a nice looking one, not too old, sitting on an aisle seat, preferably reading or talking on the phone. He pushes his way through the crowd and keeps pushing little by little until he reaches the goal. He faces the woman, puts his hand in his pocket and having the perfect excuse of the packed bus he rubs his body to the one of the woman. While with his hand in the pocket he starts doing short and fast constant movements, obviously stroking his dick. If his victim gets off the bus before his destination he spots another one and changes position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I've noticed what he was doing I really thought I have a pervy mind for thinking that something like this is possible. I mean he looks decent. But then he was on the bus again and again and I observed him. He've changed buses now. Maybe someone else noticed what he was doing, maybe he needs new people to perv over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could grab him by the balls and tear them off and peel the skin off his dick. I wish I could warn the people. But how do you go to someone and say "Erm, excuse me, I think that this guy is jerking in his pants over you". I hate the feeling of not being able to so something about it. I hate that guy. If I happen to see him again I will make a picture and post it here. Not that it will be of any use, but hey at least one person here will be more careful using the public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of the sickos. They are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7633179275431741652?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7633179275431741652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7633179275431741652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7633179275431741652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7633179275431741652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/01/121.html' title='#121'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-6322266574963785865</id><published>2009-01-13T13:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:24:19.945+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>#120</title><content type='html'>Пфт, д'еба, как не ми се работи...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-6322266574963785865?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6322266574963785865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=6322266574963785865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6322266574963785865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6322266574963785865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/01/120.html' title='#120'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-4056534359945423186</id><published>2009-01-04T16:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:54:35.352+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#119</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No wonder I cried for 20 minutes last night (over a TV series). I got my period today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year's was a blast with high temperature and snots and a sore throat. Still I liked it very much. I am almost over the flu now. YAY me. It took me like 6 days to fight it. Now I am expecting the chickenpox to cover all my body in disgusting spots. This time it is serious. I didn't have it as a kid and had direct contact with a person who was contageous... Aaaanytime now... I can't wait to face my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sprnding my days in bed lately, sleeping mostly. I figured it is the easiest way to not feel the sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tomorrow. I would be happy and sxcited about it, if it wasn't for the stupid snow... won't it stop snowing already, isn't three days in a row nonstop snowing enough? Actually it is very beautiful outside, only because people are still home, doing nothing. The nastiness on the streets will start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. is moving out at the end of the month. I completely ban that thought from my mind. It is very sad. I would quote someone from "Friends" (it was either Monica or Rachel) ... it would be the end of an era... Pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-4056534359945423186?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4056534359945423186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=4056534359945423186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4056534359945423186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4056534359945423186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2009/01/119.html' title='#119'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2914316097929641572</id><published>2008-12-24T11:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:22:06.215+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><title type='text'>#118 Christmas present</title><content type='html'>Aaaand hopefully in a year I would be able to start decorating and move in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SVH-t6J4LdI/AAAAAAAAGk8/vKrakJdgg9o/s1600-h/4AP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SVH-t6J4LdI/AAAAAAAAGk8/vKrakJdgg9o/s400/4AP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283902540557778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SVH-uIbRq7I/AAAAAAAAGlE/B6wdMsTacKg/s1600-h/2GARAJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SVH-uIbRq7I/AAAAAAAAGlE/B6wdMsTacKg/s400/2GARAJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283906371627954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is tiny, but it will be mine and now I am totally broke...&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for me, people, I am going to own a flat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-2914316097929641572?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2914316097929641572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2914316097929641572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2914316097929641572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2914316097929641572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/12/118-christmas-present.html' title='#118 Christmas present'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SVH-t6J4LdI/AAAAAAAAGk8/vKrakJdgg9o/s72-c/4AP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7899240545911056095</id><published>2008-11-26T10:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:11:36.689+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#117 Retrospective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So... it's been a while and I think it is time for me to sit on my ass and write a few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 15.11.2008 - bloody saturday;&lt;br /&gt;2. 18.11.2008 - happy birthday to me;&lt;br /&gt;3. 22.11.2008 - happy birthday to me party;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusions: I had one of the happiest birthdays, as far as I can remember. I loved it all, I got awesome presents. I didn't get the pre-birthday depression. So far there is no post-birthday depression. I am older and I wish I could say with the same certainty that I am wiser (but work with me, people, let's all pretend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning a big post soon (of course every time I say this, I end up not posting for a looong time) I will see how this will go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7899240545911056095?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7899240545911056095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7899240545911056095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7899240545911056095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7899240545911056095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/11/117-retrospective.html' title='#117 Retrospective'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-3757222224422793999</id><published>2008-10-20T12:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:50:23.826+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#116</title><content type='html'>And again it is that time of the month... too bad that my boobies will shrink now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-3757222224422793999?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3757222224422793999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=3757222224422793999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3757222224422793999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3757222224422793999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/10/116.html' title='#116'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1677569580044756304</id><published>2008-10-07T13:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:44:48.329+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>#115</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate the teenagers nowadays. I hate them because I envy them and yet I know I am better than them. I am telling you, the feeling is not nice at all... to envy someone who you think is not really worth it... bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the teenagers (I am aware that there still are good kids among us) today are totally degraded in every possible way. They follow the path of corruption, they don't care, they don't want to learn, they don't respect, they are arrogant and stupid. And yet I envy them sometimes and I hate the feeling (I am repeating myself, obviously). Sometimes I wish I had their freedom (here I really want to use another word, it is very similar to 'freedom' but I am not sure there is one in English, it is abused freedom) and attitude when I was a teenager. Don't get me wrong here, oh I so enjoyed my teenage years, but there are certain moments of my life that I wish didn't happen or more likely make them happen a little bit different. I know exactly the source of my envy, I know that I don't need to turn back time to change things, but it seems to me that it might have been a little easier if I knew some things for sure back then. I'd like to think that my life would be somewhat different, although knowing myself I would have chickened out like always. I envy the easiness in their actions, I hate their lack of reason and responsibility, I hate that they don't really care of the probable consequences... or no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I envy them, because I hate myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1677569580044756304?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1677569580044756304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1677569580044756304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1677569580044756304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1677569580044756304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/10/115.html' title='#115'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-3862438987177132275</id><published>2008-09-23T07:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:51:52.016+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#114</title><content type='html'>Fuck. This is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-3862438987177132275?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3862438987177132275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=3862438987177132275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3862438987177132275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3862438987177132275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/09/114.html' title='#114'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8259168424696898371</id><published>2008-09-18T10:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:30:18.679+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>#113 Brrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate the cold weather. This is so freaky. Last weak i was wearing t-shirts and was dying of heat and today I am with my winter jacket and I can feel my hand crying out for the sun. It started showing the first symptoms of the cold allergy and it's been only a couple of days of cold weather. If it gets bad now I am so going to die during winter. Where is the autumn? We can't go from summer steraight to winter, this is not right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boobs hurt. They are growing, cause you know I am no magician anymore (*hint* I lift my arms and I still can see them) Anyway, this is weird. Very weird. It is not that time of the month. Now you will ask why am I complaing about my boobs getting bigger, well duh!, they fucking hurt and I don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now officially a fan of a certain brand of cakes and the likes... I think I have become slightly addicted, but they are so good and they have coconut stuff and this makes me extrememly happy and I can feel my ass growing, because I've been eating those a lot lately!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I almost forgot... BALCONI! Delicious Balconi (If I would say this in Bulgarian it would sound terribly pervy... yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8259168424696898371?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8259168424696898371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8259168424696898371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8259168424696898371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8259168424696898371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/09/113-brrr.html' title='#113 Brrr'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-6246680150693604575</id><published>2008-09-12T10:24:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:13:13.870+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#112 Random song from a random artist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not so random anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to like 13 out 0f 13 songs from an album of an artist you hear for the first time and spend quite a time online to find it, since they are not that popular? Hm.... It is and it makes me happy, especially when roomies do not like it. Muahahah&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (evil laugh)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1354228&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1354228&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1354228?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1354228"&gt;"Rainbow" viral video&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user496007?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1354228"&gt;Elisa Toffoli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*!the song does not match the lyrics...! Both are great though*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="div_customCSS"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The more I think, the less I see&lt;br /&gt;when I'm able to  walk&lt;br /&gt;I'm queen of my world&lt;br /&gt;I let it rain on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I don't let myself  down&lt;br /&gt;I don't let myself down&lt;br /&gt;just wanna be one with you&lt;br /&gt;wanna be one  with you&lt;br /&gt;The more I think, the less I do&lt;br /&gt;when I'm able to talk&lt;br /&gt;I'm  queen of my world&lt;br /&gt;I let it rain on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;I  don't ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be one with you&lt;br /&gt;wanna be one with  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your  soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel closer to the  clouds&lt;br /&gt;I'm touching all the highest leaves&lt;br /&gt;on top of the trees&lt;br /&gt;It's my  desire's release&lt;br /&gt;we let it rain on our skin&lt;br /&gt;you're holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm  holding your life&lt;br /&gt;'n I feel like I'm one with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I want is to  rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your  soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to give you something&lt;br /&gt;more than words is that  something&lt;br /&gt;I show you my dreams&lt;br /&gt;to make 'em our dreams&lt;br /&gt;won't you just  be&lt;br /&gt;I'm what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want  is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with the  sun&lt;br /&gt;we shine all the way&lt;br /&gt;together with the rain&lt;br /&gt;we fall through the  air&lt;br /&gt;Together with the sun&lt;br /&gt;we shine all the way&lt;br /&gt;together with the  rain&lt;br /&gt;with the sun&lt;br /&gt;with the rain&lt;br /&gt;the rain and the sun&lt;br /&gt;together with  the rain&lt;br /&gt;and the sun&lt;br /&gt;only with the rain the rain&lt;br /&gt;and the sun&lt;br /&gt;with  the sun&lt;br /&gt;with the sun&lt;br /&gt;with the sun&lt;br /&gt;with the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ETA: Apparently she is popular... ah, well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-6246680150693604575?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6246680150693604575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=6246680150693604575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6246680150693604575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6246680150693604575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/09/112-random-song-of-random-artist.html' title='#112 Random song from a random artist...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-3142955149263020537</id><published>2008-09-02T10:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:50:59.208+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#111 Almost a month later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What are traditions for if not to be followed. So keeping the record straight - 30.08.2008/4:58.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of things to talk about and of course I missed the right moments for blogging about all of them, so they will stay unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-3142955149263020537?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3142955149263020537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=3142955149263020537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3142955149263020537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3142955149263020537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/09/111-almost-month-later.html' title='#111 Almost a month later...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-3614013405552762006</id><published>2008-08-06T10:03:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:25:55.216+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#110 Pain here, pain there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, this is no fun anymore. I should really stop blogging only when my period surprises me. Anyway, just for the record - the evening of 05.08.08.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My right knee is killing me. This is not good, not good at all. It shouldn't be very healthy to get woken up in the middle of the night due to some serious pains, should it? I don't like going to doctors, but seeing where things are headed, i might have to do it. (Quick reminder to self... Please don't forget to epilate before you do so!) You should see the way I get on and especially off the bus. It is a good thing that I now have some biceps and can support my body with my strong arms :P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My precious &lt;a href="http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2007/08/35-creature-of-night.html"&gt;Creature of the night&lt;/a&gt; has a crack in the chain... My heart truly hurted when I saw that. It is so not fair. I love that watch. I know where I can buy a new one, but that is so not the point. Tonight I will perfom a special operation on it and will use my superglue. I hope it doesn't turn out nasty and also I hope that my skin will be compatible with the glue's ingredients. I don't want to give money for a new watch, which by the way will look exactly the same as the one I have now, my need for a new phone is bigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aaanyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-3614013405552762006?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3614013405552762006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=3614013405552762006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3614013405552762006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3614013405552762006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/08/111-pain-here-pain-there.html' title='#110 Pain here, pain there'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-2308224445658055371</id><published>2008-07-12T12:00:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:03:46.950+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>#109 Saturday morning fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am roomieless (yes, I know this word doesn't exist, but I will use it anyway) this weekend. I would love to masturbate all weekend long, but considering certain circumstances... I can't and I so feel like it. I think I mentioned once to someone that I am never horny. Well, I lied. I am very horny right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is great, just screaming "sunbathing". I can't do that either. Since tampons hate me (although it is mutual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few films on my computer that seem interesting enough for me to watch and also a 5 seasons of a series that is indeed very interesting, but meh. I remember back in my lovely university years all I did was watch films and play Diablo II and minesweeper. I only play minesweeper now and online poker. Which reminds me... I won a couple of Euros recently, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back on paragraph 1... I was browsing for porn this morning, since I am all alone and stuff and there is no annoying roommate that likes to poke her nose into my affairs all the time. I couldn't find anything interesting. OK, not interesting, cause porn is interesting in general, you know... sex... interesting... and let me do a quote here, which is not perfectly fitted here, but I am sure you will get the picture: "My, that looks familiar, but it's been so long..." Anyway, I lost my thought, but I know one thing for sure... when I get rich (yeah, I am allowed to dream, let me be), I will so have a TV set in my bathroom, which will be connected to my computer, on which I will have loads of interesting stuff (read porn) and I will be able to enjoy my shower and interesting stuff (read porn once again) together in the certain time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the days, I had loads and loads of porn on my computer, which was shared on the network and people were truly intrigued by how a girl can have that much porn. Interesting stuff. I wonder why it is such a tabu for most of the people... women... porn and masturbation. I do both and I enjoy them, and no I do not star in porn films, I watch porn films. I've noticed for myself, that porn kind of kills the nice (read "OhMyGodThatWasAmazingILoveToTouchMyself") effect. It gets me turned on fast enough but it also makes me cum a little bit too fast. Usually I can control this and I control it, but if I lose the exact moment...meh. Anyway, this is not happening this weekend, casue you know, yeah. I just came to the conclusion that I am not masturbating enough, hm. I need a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-2308224445658055371?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2308224445658055371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=2308224445658055371&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2308224445658055371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/2308224445658055371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/07/110-saturday-morning-fever.html' title='#109 Saturday morning fever'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-1382194613964154974</id><published>2008-07-11T19:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:03:31.018+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#108</title><content type='html'>10.07.2008, 17:20h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-1382194613964154974?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/1382194613964154974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=1382194613964154974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1382194613964154974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/1382194613964154974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/07/109.html' title='#108'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-7850578128601856518</id><published>2008-07-07T15:26:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:30:00.170+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>#107 еЛ връзки or The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I lived to see &lt;a href="http://www.telemaniac.com/the-l-word"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am very surprised to see that a Bulgarian television will offer to the Bulgarian audience a series that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; provocative. I may say this is one of my favourite series of all time. I wonder if all the fuss that was made about the 1st Gay Pride in Bulgaria, pushed the executives of FoxLife to make such a bold step. That is indeed a series that will not be taken nicely by most of the people. It is about lesbians and it is comedy and it is drama and it is breathtaking and the cast is amazing. I found out about this 4 years ago. Back then it was a true torture for me to get my hands on the episodes and I can say I got hooked up right away. Many people will say "Oh, gay content, but I am not gay to watch this, it is probably shit" and I can only reply to them ... "You are worng!". Give it a try, see a couple of episodes and then make conclusions and I have the full CD set (off course illegally downloaded) if you can't wait to see what will happen and how the story lines will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I am afraid of is that it probably will be dubbed and then... some of the magic of the L word will be lost. I suppose, I have to wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in front of the TV on 17 July at 22:00 tuned on to FoxLife and you wont regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, by the way that is one of the worst possible translations of the title!!! Shame on you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-7850578128601856518?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/7850578128601856518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=7850578128601856518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7850578128601856518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/7850578128601856518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/07/107-or-l-word.html' title='#107 еЛ връзки or The L Word'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-3217614820880341982</id><published>2008-06-11T10:19:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:31:37.558+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal opinion'/><title type='text'>#106</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I am a racist. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;I make mean statements about certain groups according to their race (which applies to the definition of racism to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; extent). Obviously I do that quite often and people notice it. Usually statements similar to a certain one I made recently exist in my mind by the way of a joke and I suppose it is only funny for me and I really shouldn't be joking with serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wonder when I say things like this about... hm... how to state this... I will say "my" people, why no one is labeling me and everyone go with the joke. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;I also think, no, I believe that everybody, absolutely everybody, has thought racist thoughts at some point of their live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no hater, I am not violent and trust me, out of all my friends and family, I would be the one that would hand change to some beggar (read gypsy here), I would be sitting next to one in the bus and won't be freaked or something (of course if they don't smell too bad or are not too dirty). I would treat them no different that any other person. I show respect and I am kind. But I am also allowed to not like a certain group of a certain race, whenever a group of this certain group of a certain race beats the shit out of a good friend of mine, breaks his nose, provokes a concussion of the brain, steals his belongings and leaves him unconscious on the road. I am sorry but my tolerance  has some limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a racist, call me dumb, call me awful, call me whatever. This is me, I am not perfect, I cross the line sometimes, it is true, but I also think that there are times when things really shouldn't be taken so seriously and also that behind everything there is a reason (at least for me). I am not a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-3217614820880341982?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3217614820880341982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=3217614820880341982&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3217614820880341982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/3217614820880341982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/06/106.html' title='#106'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-8925044856765571851</id><published>2008-06-09T12:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:10:32.710+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lindt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>#105 Various</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;08.06.08 - A tiny bit earlier than I expected, but I took the ride again. Go, go, red pony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on getting a bike. I have absolutely no idea where I am going to keep it, but I want it and I don't necessarily need it, but I want it. Hopefully on Saturday I will have it, if I don't change my mind by then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something extraordinary this morning, on my way to work. And OMG! It was Lindt, it was special Lind, it was special Summer Edition Lindt, it was Lind chocolate with coconut, it is my dream! and it costs a fucking fortune. Guess who is going to spend ridiculously huge amount of money on chocolate which can't be eaten right away. Yes, that is correct, I am talking about myself. It is fucking expensive and I want to buy it all... I am aware of the fact that this is not possible, since I am short on money at the moment. OH OH OH, I will spend the money for the bike on chocolate. It will suck that I won't be able to eat it right away... but the diet will end some day... and with all the chocolate I will get, I will turn fat again and I don't care... You have no idea... Lindt chocolate and coconut, fuck me, I am getting wet and drooling just thinking about it. And whoever thinks I will share this chocolate... they are deeply mistaken. Man, I am so excited... I can't wait to get me some of that sweet pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-8925044856765571851?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8925044856765571851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=8925044856765571851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8925044856765571851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/8925044856765571851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/06/105-various.html' title='#105 Various'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-6369961458265377465</id><published>2008-06-01T21:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:03:46.723+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#104</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Днес дядо трябваше да празнува 80-ия си рожден ден. Спомням си как в началото на годината говореше истински разпалено за плановете си за този ден. Щеше да направи грангиозно празнинсво. Всичко беше измислил до последния детайл. Днес трябваше да съм в Казанлък, трябваше да вдигам чаша за негово здраве, трябваше да го прегръщам и да го целувам и да му пожелавам още много години живот, щях да танцувам с него и да се смеем и да се веселим. Трябваше. А сега какво... стоя си пред тъпия компютър и си мисля за него. От много време си мисля за днес и вярвах, че няма да ми е толкова тежко, лъгала съм се. Чух се с татко, беше тъжен, много тъжен, говорихме малко, и двамата не споменхме дядо. Аз исках, но нямах сили. Много ми е тъжно.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И днес всичко върви наопаки, всичко е по настроените ми, тегаво. Днес е празника на детето, обичам го този празник, но не и днес. Не се радвам, не се чувствам дете, не и днес. Ще ми мине, знам, че ще ми мине, но и ще боли и ще продължава да боли. Тъжно ми е.&lt;br /&gt;Обичам те, дядо, и много ми липсваш. Много ми липсваш.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-6369961458265377465?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6369961458265377465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=6369961458265377465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6369961458265377465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/6369961458265377465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/06/104.html' title='#104'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-4163021855932144110</id><published>2008-05-31T11:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:00:16.665+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scales'/><title type='text'>#103 Morning joy</title><content type='html'>Haha yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I am retarded and also very happy... observe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SEESgoHDHGI/AAAAAAAAFLI/Gq760winyOQ/s1600-h/minesweeper_hihi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SEESgoHDHGI/AAAAAAAAFLI/Gq760winyOQ/s400/minesweeper_hihi.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206462995949100130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also the scales were very friendly to me this morning... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-4163021855932144110?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4163021855932144110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=4163021855932144110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4163021855932144110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4163021855932144110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/05/103-morning-joy.html' title='#103 Morning joy'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SEESgoHDHGI/AAAAAAAAFLI/Gq760winyOQ/s72-c/minesweeper_hihi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-874650913276873679</id><published>2008-05-16T21:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:22:37.072+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><title type='text'>#102 Loyalty - shmoyalty!</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was easier... Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;(I will update later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: Well... we have a saying... friendship is friendship, but cheese costs money (damn, it sounds dull in English). Resignation applied, hard decision, sad story, I will definitely miss it here, but... wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-874650913276873679?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/874650913276873679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=874650913276873679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/874650913276873679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/874650913276873679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/05/102-loyalty-shmoyalty.html' title='#102 Loyalty - shmoyalty!'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-449484080448042595</id><published>2008-05-14T08:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:56:43.839+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period.'/><title type='text'>#101 Ew... and :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tampons hate me, but I hate them more! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Either my technique of getting them in is totally wrong (which I highly doubt, because what is so complicated about it... a hole, a thing to stick in the hole... not much chance of getting it wrong /and no, you pervs!, I didn't do it in the ass hole!/) or well, I have no idea. I know I will avoid tampons as much as possible!&lt;br /&gt;I bleed like a bitch, I feel like shit, I need to sleep 12 straight hours.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I know my life is not so bad and I so much like the little things that make my happy! I am lucky to know how to appreciate those :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-449484080448042595?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/449484080448042595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=449484080448042595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/449484080448042595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/449484080448042595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/05/101-ew-and.html' title='#101 Ew... and :)'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-4702652429192136618</id><published>2008-05-12T09:09:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:45:58.585+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scales'/><title type='text'>#100 Back on track...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have terrible stiffness(my dictionary says that this is the word i need, I am not so sure about it) all over my thighs and tiny parts of my ass. But this is what happens when you sit on your ass 8 hours a day and the last time you exercised was pretty much a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my point is that I went running on Saturday evening. I got all sweaty and panting. It felt great. My fellow flat mates laugh at me and firmly believe that this will be my first, last and only attempt of exercise for year 2008. And, oh, they are so wrong! I am so fucking determined to get back in shape, especially now when my biceps(does this word have plural?) and calves start to show. Of course this isn't just because of the running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course! I am on a special nourishing diet, which at first I thought was bullshit, but man, there are some nice visible results after only a few days! I can't assess how this is effecting my breasts though, because I will be bleeding soon and their size at the moment is deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling great about all this and I am starting to feel confident with my body. I think I have potential to be a chick :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Isn't it nice that my 100th post is so positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-4702652429192136618?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4702652429192136618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=4702652429192136618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4702652429192136618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4702652429192136618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-back-on-track.html' title='#100 Back on track...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517836609221105313.post-4172615575995204720</id><published>2008-05-09T09:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:19:30.614+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scales'/><title type='text'>#99 Keeping track...</title><content type='html'>d2-54pjs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1517836609221105313-4172615575995204720?l=anemalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4172615575995204720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1517836609221105313&amp;postID=4172615575995204720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4172615575995204720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517836609221105313/posts/default/4172615575995204720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anemalp.blogspot.com/2008/05/99-keeping-track.html' title='#99 Keeping track...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00608258788287371579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A58M52f9uck/SmV0rVfBbeI/AAAAAAAAG7A/ZagMILXoYsw/S220/just-p.gif.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
