<?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-6754817</id><updated>2011-10-06T23:24:34.233+03:30</updated><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Little Blue</title><subtitle type='html'>Personal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-2227081762496766966</id><published>2011-10-06T23:24:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:24:34.294+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am less alone when I am alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-2227081762496766966?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2227081762496766966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2227081762496766966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#2227081762496766966' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-1767220227184603594</id><published>2011-08-24T23:25:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:32:30.153+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do my heart choose the wrong men always? what is wrong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-1767220227184603594?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/1767220227184603594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/1767220227184603594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#1767220227184603594' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-2717684873655613744</id><published>2011-08-22T00:28:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:39:38.353+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not too sure if its me who asks too much or it is you that gives so little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-2717684873655613744?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2717684873655613744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2717684873655613744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#2717684873655613744' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-7096881808675684995</id><published>2011-08-21T00:22:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2011-08-21T00:46:18.282+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant stop thinking of you. I miss you and I am sure that you are missing me too. &lt;br /&gt;I wish you change. I wish the circumstances were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-7096881808675684995?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/7096881808675684995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/7096881808675684995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#7096881808675684995' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-3087747647108221637</id><published>2011-07-22T21:44:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:44:41.927+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote to you. I even went against my wish and told you that I miss you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-3087747647108221637?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/3087747647108221637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/3087747647108221637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#3087747647108221637' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-7469186337661789247</id><published>2011-07-20T23:26:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:32:41.501+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I write here to restrain myself from writing to you. I can’t breathe and struggling with each breath. Feeling lonely, starving for love and deep human compassion.&lt;br /&gt;An ear to listen and a hand to reach for. an arm to hid in. I can’t put all weight of my stress on you but oh God how heavenly it will feel if I actually had a man who were able to hold me and absorb it all. A vibrant soul who vibrant  mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-7469186337661789247?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/7469186337661789247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/7469186337661789247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#7469186337661789247' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-2928331402072816042</id><published>2011-06-10T22:56:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:32:33.691+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when your rebound from a relationship with a married man with a kid is another married man with a kid thats when you realize something is seriously wrong with your life and choices&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-2928331402072816042?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2928331402072816042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2928331402072816042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#2928331402072816042' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-6417644517613987940</id><published>2011-03-19T21:28:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:28:43.683+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are  tall and handsome. I miss your love letters . I miss ring tone of your calls when you were use to call me in the middle of your hectic days. Are you still eager to hear my voice ? Do you think of me or miss me at all ? I know you do. I am sure you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-6417644517613987940?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/6417644517613987940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/6417644517613987940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#6417644517613987940' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-6859136282982717491</id><published>2011-03-01T23:33:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:33:47.202+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see you now as you are&lt;br /&gt;A married man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-6859136282982717491?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/6859136282982717491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/6859136282982717491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#6859136282982717491' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-2215079819798724362</id><published>2011-02-20T20:55:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:02:54.848+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read somewhere that “ realizing an illusion is wiser than knowing the truth “ . I must rewrite it thousand times or more.  I knew the truth from the beginning I wanted to live an illusion. Not any more .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-2215079819798724362?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2215079819798724362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2215079819798724362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#2215079819798724362' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-5554892219484592246</id><published>2011-02-12T22:37:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:42:41.896+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with you and you are possesed by me. I know what I said is true. is what you said the truth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-5554892219484592246?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/5554892219484592246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/5554892219484592246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#5554892219484592246' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-442911919429840385</id><published>2010-12-16T00:22:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:25:16.855+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel, this love was my last try and struggle to be in love. This relationship was last attempt for not being alone. Am I done? dont know.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will take a long rest and let it be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-442911919429840385?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/442911919429840385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/442911919429840385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#442911919429840385' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-8653431766767123258</id><published>2010-09-11T22:05:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:09:27.503+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had passion,laughter, love, Hope. I had happines ; I hadyou. Now,I have none.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-8653431766767123258?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/8653431766767123258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/8653431766767123258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8653431766767123258' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-4414035072010898658</id><published>2010-08-08T22:03:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:07:18.489+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to one of your favorite songs " Heavy Cross" and linger  in my thoughts. Mind  is not a  peaceful place  when  every thought about us is a magnate that  disturb the compass  .  One  cant  reach any shore  when there is no shore. &lt;br /&gt;What distinguish us of being a face in a crowed by end of the  day is  being loved and be cared of .&lt;br /&gt;I  don’t  know  much about life . Nevertheless , I figured out that in life never we reach  balance. I love you ( for whatever it means).Many times I know why I do , other times I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you  complete all your purpose on the earth. Become a chief, a world traveler  or an obstruct photographer.Above them all, wish you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-4414035072010898658?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/4414035072010898658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/4414035072010898658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#4414035072010898658' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-615274713563607148</id><published>2010-07-14T00:37:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:39:25.531+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-615274713563607148?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/615274713563607148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/615274713563607148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#615274713563607148' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-8479566553276132563</id><published>2010-07-11T12:38:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:41:23.963+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to pursue the happiness regardless of circumstances. I failed to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-8479566553276132563?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/8479566553276132563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/8479566553276132563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#8479566553276132563' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-2903937993807997262</id><published>2010-07-07T21:56:00.005+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:17:05.389+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just a prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me If I`m not asking "How are you doing ? "  I know you are doing great.&lt;br /&gt;I assume...I'm sure, you know that I'm not that great. I have been struggling,you were watching.&lt;br /&gt;I failed too many times ,asked forgiveness too many times, blessed  many times and fell down many times. &lt;br /&gt;You  know that I have  limited time to live. You customized it yourself the day I was born. I cant afford to try and fail for too long. In some point I must find my way to salvation but it seems to me that I failed  to do so over and over!!&lt;br /&gt;I am  tougher than before  but truly, deeply, tremendously  tired. Would you please please help me to reach my full capacity of being on earth ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-2903937993807997262?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2903937993807997262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2903937993807997262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#2903937993807997262' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-798034863071249628</id><published>2010-07-06T20:38:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:14:10.235+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never been good  as an adult. Never truly grasb how to be one. All through my adult life until now at age of 37 stil struggeling . Now, for almost the first time Im practicing with each cell in my body to act all grown up. Accept  the pain, suck it up,keep moving on and remind myself that there are milions who are dealing with their heartbreak and  its just  part of  life and life is a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, you go to your long summer vacation and God have better plans for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-798034863071249628?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/798034863071249628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/798034863071249628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#798034863071249628' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-5942810327592795874</id><published>2010-06-24T23:41:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:05:55.764+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look at him and think how he was everthing I wanted almost 4 years ago and how he is not remotly near what I want now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-5942810327592795874?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/5942810327592795874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/5942810327592795874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#5942810327592795874' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-3224050790765598728</id><published>2010-06-08T00:00:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:01:45.890+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only if I can silent my useless,Pathetic compulsive thinker inside my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-3224050790765598728?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/3224050790765598728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/3224050790765598728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#3224050790765598728' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-879841288153176124</id><published>2010-04-17T00:34:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:38:40.106+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After you didnt answer a simple quastion I asked in email 10 days ago,Today I lost the hope of having any kind of relationship with you,finaly.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear my brain laugh at my heart at this moment when I write "relationship".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-879841288153176124?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/879841288153176124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/879841288153176124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#879841288153176124' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-1218219178330987429</id><published>2010-04-13T20:57:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:01:33.331+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know you were thinking of me a lot lately. Even I decided to wear a new shoe that I was sure you will love. We didnt meet in last 2 month but I was sure I will bump to you today.Although, I was sure it took me by supprise when you entred elevator and world started to spin around my head.&lt;br /&gt;I know where my heart is, do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-1218219178330987429?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/1218219178330987429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/1218219178330987429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#1218219178330987429' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-2811209204563753113</id><published>2009-06-26T21:24:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:58:24.374+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Statement by a group of Iranian bloggers about the Presidential elections and the subsequent events&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-2811209204563753113?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2811209204563753113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/2811209204563753113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2811209204563753113' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-4460165218118264594</id><published>2009-04-17T00:32:00.006+04:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:00:04.763+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In last 2 years,talking to you and about you was always bringing the joy to my life. You were the reason of my laughters . Now after the breakup my brain refuse to think about you and my hearta cant obbey. I want to think of all the great memories and moments that we shared and all the places we went but how can I do that without falling down to the miseary of not having that moments in future. I loved you dearly and sure you did and I must accept the fact that you decided to pull back of this relation and I must act mature and resonable and I am doing my best and along the way I am dieing in each secend . I shut down that door which lead to anything related to you. I can not go that path. The pain is unbearable and the wond still to fresh. The only way to scape the pain is not to think of you. but tell me love, tell me sweety , tell me my melody of life; who will ever fill your voy in my soul ? who will ever hug me the way you did or tell me silly joks as you did or calm me down as you did..or...&lt;br /&gt;my heart shattered in in to pieces and I dont know even where to pick up the pieces. Do you see it my love ? do you feel my pain? How could you ? Yesterday , you called to ask how am I doing. I said , fine. All right. I even thanked you for asking.&lt;br /&gt;My dearest I am traveling alone to all the places I wanted to  travel with you. Goodbye my Soulmate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-4460165218118264594?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/4460165218118264594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/4460165218118264594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4460165218118264594' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-1057439951177992169</id><published>2009-04-07T18:55:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:57:14.797+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to shutting up my inner dialouge. I keep telling myself " heart break will not kill".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-1057439951177992169?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/1057439951177992169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/1057439951177992169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1057439951177992169' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-5514811103429999342</id><published>2008-05-25T01:00:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:02:43.230+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is as simple as that:&lt;br /&gt;most of time you go through life without having some one to share  your pain or joy with him/her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-5514811103429999342?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/5514811103429999342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/5514811103429999342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5514811103429999342' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-3017656622685932582</id><published>2008-02-18T19:04:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:07:48.510+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He says : can you even imagin  that i be married ! and  put all these times and efforts to  win you?&lt;br /&gt;I Say : Yes, i totaly can imagin  it. i even  believe that  married men  are the ones  who created  consept of dating !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-3017656622685932582?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/3017656622685932582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/3017656622685932582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3017656622685932582' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-3334881224278364987</id><published>2008-01-01T22:14:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:18:37.920+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its very sad..sad..sad..situation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-3334881224278364987?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/3334881224278364987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/3334881224278364987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3334881224278364987' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-635662901614743204</id><published>2007-08-06T23:30:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-08-10T19:29:23.980+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm holding too tight to me.. I should  let "ME" go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-635662901614743204?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/635662901614743204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/635662901614743204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#635662901614743204' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-1971661997456596300</id><published>2007-07-23T18:10:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:12:08.474+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some days you wish so bad  to be that special person who wins   10 million lottery or even  500 dollar lottery . or that  special person  who wins his heart  or that special person who  make it out of a  terrible  plane crash or car crash  ..that  lucky special   person who  survive the tsunami  …. That  person who`s God look upon her… but  you simply are not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-1971661997456596300?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/1971661997456596300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/1971661997456596300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1971661997456596300' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-8565664126531511626</id><published>2007-06-29T01:06:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:45:30.391+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can measure dignity of a person by seeing how much he keeps other people's dignity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-8565664126531511626?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/8565664126531511626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/8565664126531511626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8565664126531511626' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-8927363945049245183</id><published>2007-06-13T15:02:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:04:03.625+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when a woman in relation start to shave  in morning  instead of shaving  at night means the relation is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-8927363945049245183?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/8927363945049245183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/8927363945049245183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8927363945049245183' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-117061803166651970</id><published>2007-02-04T23:02:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:10:31.676+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go ahead, say it, say that you dont love me any more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-117061803166651970?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/117061803166651970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/117061803166651970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117061803166651970' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-116863769414638333</id><published>2007-01-13T01:02:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:04:54.156+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way, I like you very much .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-116863769414638333?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/116863769414638333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/116863769414638333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116863769414638333' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-116645190231394416</id><published>2006-12-18T17:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:55:02.330+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I have been taken more chanses  and riskes in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-116645190231394416?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/116645190231394416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/116645190231394416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116645190231394416' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-116629415856198893</id><published>2006-12-16T22:04:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:24:46.110+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though  by ageing I feel bolder and more confident about me  but the funny thing is that I still  act like teenager when  I have  a crash on  man . it seems  that fear factor will never leave me , no  matter in what age I am .&lt;br /&gt;Fear of not well received by other person and be taken lightly .&lt;br /&gt;Or it   is my logic , telling me that the other  person has his  life and  his  favorite things and possibly his favorite girl .&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes , I wish life was more simple  romance wise  and we were  able to say : " I like you " , " I love you " , " I wish you " , "  I need you " …with no fear,hesitation or disappointment . &lt;br /&gt;By the way I  like  YOU very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-116629415856198893?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/116629415856198893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/116629415856198893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116629415856198893' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-115065622700487588</id><published>2006-06-18T22:12:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:13:47.020+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life brings enough  disappointments already , why somebody wants to add  soccer to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-115065622700487588?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/115065622700487588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/115065622700487588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115065622700487588' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-114969623508775764</id><published>2006-06-07T18:47:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:11:14.786+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I’ve decided to start writing in my English blog again , since writing in English become such a trend these days among Iranian bloggers ,beside I feel guilty for neglecting my English blog for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to write while most of my thoughts are coming to me when I’m driving . it must be speed affect .&lt;br /&gt;Strangely I’m thinking and talking to myself in Arabic or English lodes of the time as most of my listening during day is in English or Arabic .&lt;br /&gt;Each time I write in English I hope it will help me to improve my writing skills although it is not achievable in absence of a coach . some one who read me and willing to teach me better ways of writing .&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , here I ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I`ll better publish this post ! it has been in my draft for 10 days untill now  waiting to be complete and its seems for god know what reason I cant finish it ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-114969623508775764?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/114969623508775764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/114969623508775764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114969623508775764' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-110485199465877484</id><published>2005-01-04T18:49:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:49:54.656+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too  emotinal to live alone .. Too proved to admit it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-110485199465877484?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/110485199465877484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/110485199465877484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110485199465877484' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-110357626313602384</id><published>2004-12-21T01:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:27:43.136+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will  die   in my  despirt moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-110357626313602384?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/110357626313602384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/110357626313602384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110357626313602384' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-110337456732570276</id><published>2004-12-18T16:21:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-12-18T16:26:07.326+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamed  of you last night ,  I was walking , laughing with  a guy  ,  I dont know who was he ,  I didnt see his face . You where  crossing us and looked  to me , I felt bad for you  since you  were walking alone . Then i was in your arms  and it felt so right like every time , we both were  in peace  like it suppose to be. You were telling me how much you missed me and how much the world is a lonely place in my absence and I`ve told you :" you relize that we cant be  togethere any more ? the good faith and goof will  had gone . we cant go on "&lt;br /&gt;I  started to miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-110337456732570276?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/110337456732570276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/110337456732570276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110337456732570276' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-110192990372455318</id><published>2004-12-01T23:06:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:08:23.726+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IF I show  You  my dark side&lt;br /&gt;will you still holD me tonighT ?&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;and shoW you mY weak siDe&lt;br /&gt;what woul You do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-110192990372455318?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/110192990372455318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/110192990372455318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110192990372455318' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-110131993493025802</id><published>2004-11-24T21:39:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:44:31.596+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shame on you National Geographic  &lt;a href="http://legofish.com/arabian_gulf.htm"&gt;" Arabian Gulf"&lt;/a&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-110131993493025802?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/110131993493025802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/110131993493025802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110131993493025802' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109991423787619340</id><published>2004-11-08T15:11:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-11-08T15:13:57.876+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its amazing how people can wish you good and make it sound  " I truly and  really dont care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109991423787619340?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109991423787619340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109991423787619340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109991423787619340' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109952877853099025</id><published>2004-11-04T04:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-11-04T04:09:38.530+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is 4.00 A.M  and i cant sleep . I went to bed, tried  to sleep  helplessly.  So here i am behind my pc.  all sort of  images and  thoughs  dancing around me In a dark room. a narrow light is comming through the door from Hall. randomly this is what going in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graves.. shrinks  .. I shall pay a visit to dead pepol.. I will die..  cacroches..God.. Grave..Grave..Work.. tommorow..  I need to sleep.... U.. U.. i dont love you.. You never existed .. i saw only a goust..Lier.. Birthday.. .. mother... 31... Die..Dead..&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep.. I must sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109952877853099025?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109952877853099025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109952877853099025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109952877853099025' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109826217264539393</id><published>2004-10-20T13:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-10-20T12:19:32.646+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I  put you on my  Favorit will you do the same ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109826217264539393?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109826217264539393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109826217264539393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109826217264539393' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109804964351576795</id><published>2004-10-18T01:12:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:24:13.140+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont f*** me in the name of friendship , just say you need to get laid .&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;Hey... i still miss  you but I can breath . You said  you will always think of me , do you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109804964351576795?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109804964351576795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109804964351576795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109804964351576795' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109566533799469092</id><published>2004-09-20T11:57:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-09-20T12:09:45.366+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://thecrazy.us/bahaar/theWindmills" width="70" height="26" autostart="FALSE" type="audio/x-wav" loop="-1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109566533799469092?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109566533799469092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109566533799469092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109566533799469092' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109398699992029341</id><published>2004-09-01T01:45:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-09-01T01:46:39.920+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a very sad sad song is  playing in my mind over and over and over... ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109398699992029341?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109398699992029341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109398699992029341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109398699992029341' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109338410502756481</id><published>2004-08-25T02:16:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-25T02:18:25.026+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sitting in my room, all alone  and keep  thinking ..why she had to go ? why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109338410502756481?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109338410502756481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109338410502756481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109338410502756481' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109327520217820309</id><published>2004-08-23T20:03:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:03:22.176+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall leave before I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109327520217820309?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109327520217820309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109327520217820309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109327520217820309' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109312668992508750</id><published>2004-08-22T02:46:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-22T02:48:09.926+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is there some one missing me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109312668992508750?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109312668992508750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109312668992508750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109312668992508750' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109304203365089015</id><published>2004-08-21T03:02:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-08-21T03:17:13.650+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tick tak ..its 1.35 , im still sitting here..Tik tak , its 1.38 now.    Tik tak its 1.40 ..Tik tak its 1.44.. i wanted to say something, i cant remeber . good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109304203365089015?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109304203365089015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109304203365089015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109304203365089015' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-109125617818472749</id><published>2004-07-31T11:09:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-31T11:17:53.956+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i have the chanse to&amp;nbsp; interviwe a&amp;nbsp; celebrity , lets say&amp;nbsp; Brad pit or jula Roberts for instant the first quastion i would like to ask is :" when was&amp;nbsp; the last time you masterbaited "&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-109125617818472749?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109125617818472749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/109125617818472749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109125617818472749' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108974526116476391</id><published>2004-07-13T23:29:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:31:01.163+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im f-u-c-k-ing tired of  being so tired for so long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108974526116476391?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108974526116476391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108974526116476391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108974526116476391' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108955687170886423</id><published>2004-07-11T19:09:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-11T19:11:11.706+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up and saw a 31 years old girl in my bed. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108955687170886423?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108955687170886423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108955687170886423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108955687170886423' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108952971092836378</id><published>2004-07-11T11:37:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-11T11:43:22.196+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who is this person under my skin ?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108952971092836378?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108952971092836378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108952971092836378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108952971092836378' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108871564479534288</id><published>2004-07-02T00:54:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-07-02T01:30:44.796+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gana sing a very old song &lt;br /&gt;I use to love singing it in lonelytimes&lt;br /&gt;I gana paint a black, blank  portrate &lt;br /&gt;black like my mind..blank like my mind&lt;br /&gt;I gana kill plenty of pepole&lt;br /&gt;I gana live with my anger now and ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108871564479534288?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108871564479534288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108871564479534288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108871564479534288' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108739434811429652</id><published>2004-06-16T18:26:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-16T18:29:08.113+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wana reach a higger ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108739434811429652?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108739434811429652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108739434811429652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108739434811429652' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108722666686748865</id><published>2004-06-14T19:51:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-14T19:54:26.866+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess  men are the only creatures on earth ( not to mention  univers ! ) who count  how many times he and her partner have got orgasm during S-e-x. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108722666686748865?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108722666686748865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108722666686748865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108722666686748865' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108714067919021420</id><published>2004-06-13T19:59:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-13T20:01:19.190+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i look up to  my soul and its still bleading . As long as  i ignore it everything seems ok. Dear darling  not seeing you is much way better than seeing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108714067919021420?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108714067919021420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108714067919021420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108714067919021420' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108705468704108424</id><published>2004-06-12T19:41:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-12T20:08:07.040+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like  to have a BMW-X5 but yet like to have M 3coupe .I like to wear high hills shoe Yet like to wear sneaker..i like to put my jeans on yet like to wear skirt. I like to be with a MAN yet like to  be with a guy . it is as simple as that.why it become so compelecated ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108705468704108424?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108705468704108424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108705468704108424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108705468704108424' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108702420875644189</id><published>2004-06-12T11:34:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-12T11:40:08.756+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why you keep hang on to me ? cant you see im better off  with  you ? cant you see  im  more peacefull without people ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108702420875644189?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108702420875644189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108702420875644189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108702420875644189' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108694777646727457</id><published>2004-06-11T14:25:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-11T14:26:16.466+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its friday noon , i was thinking  im ok then why suddenly out of blue i feel this irristable need to cry like a river&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108694777646727457?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108694777646727457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108694777646727457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108694777646727457' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108680653585064600</id><published>2004-06-09T23:11:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-09T23:12:15.850+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strange how You can play with my heart but you cant touch it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108680653585064600?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108680653585064600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108680653585064600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108680653585064600' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108672899305767432</id><published>2004-06-09T01:36:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-09T01:39:53.056+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after i couldnt have you i dont care  if every other man in planet leave me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108672899305767432?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108672899305767432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108672899305767432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108672899305767432' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108659645325038337</id><published>2004-06-07T12:16:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-07T12:50:53.250+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how come i never been in a tree house!! and how come i never had  a 185-190 hight  B.F ! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108659645325038337?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108659645325038337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108659645325038337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108659645325038337' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108644480981009959</id><published>2004-06-05T18:43:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-05T19:18:28.670+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a bless to die today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108644480981009959?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108644480981009959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108644480981009959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108644480981009959' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108628382833595317</id><published>2004-06-03T21:58:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-03T22:00:28.336+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to say,i wish i was a bird but since this is impossible i will be more logic  and wish i had a  home , however it seems as impossible as first wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108628382833595317?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108628382833595317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108628382833595317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108628382833595317' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108625828428887275</id><published>2004-06-03T14:45:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-03T23:08:05.466+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are a fat pick with no brain ,thats how i see you.I hope see  Your self clear when u look at my eyes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108625828428887275?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108625828428887275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108625828428887275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108625828428887275' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108603243431531715</id><published>2004-05-31T23:59:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-06-01T01:22:59.413+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;She said Goodbye too many times before &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song &lt;a href="http://www.maroon5.com/main_site/main.html"&gt;" This love"  &lt;/a&gt;i LOVE the clip even more. &lt;br /&gt;you say u love me,you say u ready to stay untill the end ,ready to commit ur self to me. You say Youll wait untill I`ll be in same place you are and feel the same you feel.You say what ever i say. You say you love me with every cell of your body and soul. You say you love me.. Wait a secend,no wait a hour or weekes even years  i want to say something too..hmmm i dont know what i wana say. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108603243431531715?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108603243431531715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108603243431531715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108603243431531715' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108573530752769215</id><published>2004-05-28T13:31:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-28T13:38:27.526+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all stories where ending as : " and they lived happyly ever after " it use to be a good fairytell but it didnt take me long to find out its a  big lie as santa clause&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108573530752769215?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108573530752769215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108573530752769215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108573530752769215' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108568229855284861</id><published>2004-05-27T18:48:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:54:58.553+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scarlet was such in rush to get married each time that she never wait long enough to  give  the chance to "Ret" to ask her for marrage.  &lt;br /&gt; what  is my point...hmmmmmm..i dont know .. its just came  to me while i was in nap !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108568229855284861?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108568229855284861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108568229855284861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108568229855284861' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108542539837751492</id><published>2004-05-24T23:32:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-24T23:33:18.376+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something new , something old, something borrow , something blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108542539837751492?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108542539837751492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108542539837751492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108542539837751492' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108530686816542751</id><published>2004-05-23T14:34:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-23T14:41:25.236+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will shift my dream from you to a sport car at least it have airbags when i hit the wall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108530686816542751?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108530686816542751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108530686816542751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108530686816542751' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108523646732064319</id><published>2004-05-22T18:04:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-22T19:04:27.320+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cut like a knife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i shall let you go . holding the thoughts of you is like holding a knife with my hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108523646732064319?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108523646732064319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108523646732064319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108523646732064319' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108504226760069407</id><published>2004-05-20T12:23:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-20T13:07:47.600+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Less than a woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what  break me to pieces sometimes is the  thought of  : “ What was wrong with me ?”  why never it went right between me and guys I liked or loved . I use to be such a nice , loyal, lovely girl , am not anymore  though . Even good looking  one in a certain point . I liked and loved them sincerely and  tried to be there for  them when they needed me . what was wrong with me then ? some times i feel less than a woman  because no men ever  committed him self to me. should i  feel ashamed to say so ? I cant !  i cant be ashamed of that , cuz i look at my self in the mirror and i like what i see . Is there a  certain game to trap a man  to a commitment ? or i was not good enough to be committed to ?! guys  approach me  like me love me and keep on approaching and like me and love me more and they like me until the end but they leave with no commitment . is it me who cant  keep holding a man? is it me who cant make a man wants to share all his life  with her ? oh god , how much i feel  less than a woman today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108504226760069407?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108504226760069407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108504226760069407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108504226760069407' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108496521562882556</id><published>2004-05-19T15:37:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-19T18:41:33.153+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;That girl was frequently in love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling let us agree in something .. ok ? im the center of the world not you. and you are center of my world .it will not workd other ways. at least not for me !&lt;br /&gt;one more thing.. please play  hard to get game with me i dont like men who are handy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108496521562882556?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108496521562882556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108496521562882556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108496521562882556' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108473621746505486</id><published>2004-05-17T00:04:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-17T00:06:57.466+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh father father.. there is to much crying..oh brother brother there is to many of u dieing &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108473621746505486?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108473621746505486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108473621746505486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108473621746505486' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108464726019449808</id><published>2004-05-15T23:21:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-15T23:24:20.196+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i gana make you scream my name then i gana leave you..leave you..leave you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108464726019449808?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108464726019449808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108464726019449808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108464726019449808' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108429931987947266</id><published>2004-05-11T22:35:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:45:19.880+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the best line i read this week : &lt;a href="http://the-last-temptation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dead or alive, I will survive ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108429931987947266?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108429931987947266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108429931987947266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108429931987947266' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108402756750061236</id><published>2004-05-08T17:24:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-08T19:20:36.496+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I use to  have my depression before my period. now I have it  before and after and  all along the month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108402756750061236?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108402756750061236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108402756750061236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108402756750061236' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108374329986789917</id><published>2004-05-05T12:12:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-05T12:22:44.310+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faces faces..faces... memories.. memories.. memories... . i gana rip them all..If needed i gana rip myself.. I shall do. I should.. I have to.. I will.. i need to &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108374329986789917?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108374329986789917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108374329986789917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108374329986789917' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108356861690139636</id><published>2004-05-03T11:42:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-03T11:51:15.950+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don’t remember when was exactly that i started  to be afraid of people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108356861690139636?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108356861690139636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108356861690139636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108356861690139636' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108343087765743223</id><published>2004-05-01T21:29:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-05-02T00:14:45.996+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know where i  heard this line but its spining in my head: " i shall not live in hell once again after my death since i lived it here in this life once "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108343087765743223?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108343087765743223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108343087765743223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108343087765743223' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108316177320815961</id><published>2004-04-28T18:38:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-04-28T18:50:28.936+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some girls live thier sex life wide open  untill they reach thier 30s  afterward  they start searching for husband ! some other girls  search for husband untill they  reach thier 30s then  they give up and start to live thier sex life wide open . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108316177320815961?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108316177320815961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108316177320815961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316177320815961' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108300093335973444</id><published>2004-04-26T21:56:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-04-26T22:09:46.216+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some fuck to remeber..some fuck to forget. i only fuck myself to satisfy others&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108300093335973444?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108300093335973444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108300093335973444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300093335973444' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108281767543184510</id><published>2004-04-24T19:02:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-04-24T19:23:36.263+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once upon a time there was  a lovely girl , we use to play and chat every day .She  passed away so young &amp; i never had the chance to know her  well. she gave me her body i don’t know to whom she gave her soul. her name was "me" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108281767543184510?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108281767543184510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108281767543184510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108281767543184510' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108257931955586871</id><published>2004-04-22T00:56:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-04-22T01:02:45.890+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wana get high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108257931955586871?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108257931955586871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108257931955586871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108257931955586871' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108256409197108032</id><published>2004-04-21T20:44:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-04-21T20:55:22.123+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess my only regret  is  that i didn’t say " FUCK u  ..go to hell" when i broke up ! why im such a sweet  girl !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108256409197108032?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108256409197108032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108256409197108032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256409197108032' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108246708308393256</id><published>2004-04-20T17:37:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-04-20T18:20:06.483+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Swear  God that couldn’t be life. swear God it couldn’t. one of  low things of growing up is that u cant  blame anybody for the shit u r  in . im angry to extend  which  i can chop myself to pieces  and fead homeless dogs with it . Nothing will change by nagging but  im freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee here to scream as much as i want , isn’t this my online dairy book ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I wish I was still a child and can cry in my mom’s lap what a pity that I have to be a woman !!  a lady !!!  what a pity that I cant have  a shelter or shoulder to cry on . what a pity that  I have to live !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was my point ? nothingggggggggggg..i have no point ! cant u ppl c? i dont have a point .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108246708308393256?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108246708308393256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108246708308393256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108246708308393256' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108196010663360433</id><published>2004-04-14T23:01:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-04-20T21:14:33.530+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a scene of  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0149691/"&gt;" where ever but here "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telphone rings..  a teenage girl answer  the phone &lt;br /&gt;Girl- Yes ?&lt;br /&gt;Boy- I want to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Girl- Whats for ?&lt;br /&gt;Boy- I dont know&lt;br /&gt;Girl- Well, u can  Figure a better  reason  for that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAK.. she hang up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring again....&lt;br /&gt;Girl-WHAT ? &lt;br /&gt;Boy- i wnt to eat your lips and squess ur breast and hold them tight , i want to kiss ur body  &lt;br /&gt;Girl - Come over then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME &lt;--  rolling  in floor out of laugh ! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108196010663360433?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108196010663360433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108196010663360433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108196010663360433' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108180338350615072</id><published>2004-04-13T01:26:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-04-13T01:30:16.996+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still drive with my pink high hill  shoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108180338350615072?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108180338350615072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108180338350615072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108180338350615072' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754817.post-108157975223797897</id><published>2004-04-10T11:17:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:45:23.020+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Im a Big Big Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what shall  you do when  you have so much work to do at your office ?? yes you speed to your  work at 8.00 A.M and sit behind your desk  and first thing you do  is to start to sign in for your NEW English Blog !!  hahaha  &lt;br /&gt;work is always there and for now it can wait , espically that i cant find a formal  letter  that my boss asked for it since last thursday !&lt;br /&gt;writing in english is something i wanted to do since long time ago . Today while i was driving to get to my office so many english thoughts was going through my head and i felt like i got to take them off to be able to countinue my day . i dont know about you guys but for me  the strange thing is that  lots of times my  thoughts  are not in farsi, they came to me  in english and arabic as well ! even sometimes the english thoughts  is more often than farsi .&lt;br /&gt;ofcours my english is  poor and i cant think or write in sufisticated way  beside im so  concern about  very well educated  visitors who have  good  knowladge in  english like  &lt;a href="http://www.alisinwonderland.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ali &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.dipaa.com/"&gt;Emad &lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.ximia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xima  &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="www.mehdishift.com"&gt;S  &lt;/a&gt;&amp; others  that might read  this blog .but plz plz  try not to  make fun of my  spelling and gramatic  mistakes . your help and correction is always most welcom :)   Well i guess this was the introudtion .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;in my farsi blog I hesitant to speak to much ,beside im too picky  not  to write to many love posts or poems or get to private , but here i feel more freedom already ! &lt;br /&gt;last night i cryied over losing him AGAIN ! I miss him dreadfully .this happens after each time I speak to  him.I know that i have to forget him ,as our lives are not going in same direction and will never be ( he getting marry in couple of month ).what I can think of it right now is his last words when he said : " damn you , you came back but too late , damn you, damn u " .He is right . I cant understand &amp; figure out if  God  is playing with  his life and mine or ourselves created this mess or it is faith or what .At last when i go back to my sence and surrend that no matter what or who is playing out the situation the result is same ;" I can not have him " . I cant blame anybody but me for what i missed . yeah yeah...I know we appricate things when we lose them,when we cant have them,but knowing this do not consol me or ease the pain? I am totally Julia Roberts in " My best friend wedding " although i dont  enter the competiton to win him back  becuase i saw end of that movie and I am certain that know for me when it comes to that cridical moment on the boat  and final dance( i refer to the movie ) I cant say :" please take me , i love you " . He is better off without me anyway. &lt;br /&gt;me- r u ok ?&lt;br /&gt;he- i dont know, im losing wieght , my health is on edge&lt;br /&gt;me- do u feel happiness ?&lt;br /&gt;( after long  silence )&lt;br /&gt;he- I dont  know, things and situations are not as i wish .&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754817-108157975223797897?l=barrooni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108157975223797897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754817/posts/default/108157975223797897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrooni.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157975223797897' title=''/><author><name>Baroon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09456919681278375683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
