<?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-5934906895175754355</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:26:53.786-07:00</updated><category term='horton hears a who'/><category term='Anatomy'/><category term='movie'/><category term='children'/><category term='horses'/><category term='Becoming Jane'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Galia's Spot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-8276324665441286629</id><published>2008-04-29T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:11:01.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horton hears a who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>A child's wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/horton_hears_a_who/hortonhearsawho_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/horton_hears_a_who/hortonhearsawho_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6tGRmmhxj0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6tGRmmhxj0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-8276324665441286629?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8276324665441286629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=8276324665441286629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/8276324665441286629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/8276324665441286629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2008/04/childs-wisdom.html' title='A child&apos;s wisdom'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-8042403151564417322</id><published>2008-04-29T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:31:20.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sims 3</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen...it's time to introduce you THE SIMS 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, many of you perhaps already know about it, but for me it's totally new, and I'm so excited! The new generation SIMS is coming, and which is more important - is coming less than a year (I hope). Well, we won't be able to use it until the beginning of 2009. To tell you the truth, that's the perfect time for me, because next year I'm about to have a new PC :))) Right now, with my Computer, I can even play Sims 2 with all his expansions, and that's a really big loss, believe me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesims2website.co.uk/screenshots/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thesims2website.co.uk/screenshots/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, The Sims 3 main plus is that you're able to walk through your neighborhood, visit friends and stores. The graphic is stunning! Your Sim will be able to look just like you. There are many improvements. For example, the body shape. In Sims 1 you had only 2 opportunities - thick and fat; in Sims 2 you had 3, and now, in Sims 3 you'll have at least 5, which are step up in the perfect human's body. I mean like graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesims2website.co.uk/screenshots/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thesims2website.co.uk/screenshots/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another improvement is the opportunity to change completely your furniture, walls and floor in the way you like, which actually means that you have much bigger choice of furniture, because you can choose their color, and organize them in tune. Before I had a problem with that, and I had to download all the time new furniture, because I was not satisfied with their color. I mean, they were great, but I always come with a new idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesims2website.co.uk/screenshots/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thesims2website.co.uk/screenshots/22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We can also call The Sims 3 "The Renaissance", because of the changes which the person endures. I mean, here in The Sims 3, the attention is focused on the person and its needs like career and personal relationships. Many things of the menu will decline. For example, there won't be anymore the option which shows you that your Sim have to bath/go to the toilet. Instead, when he\she has such a need, on the screen you'll see it as some new option, but only when it is needed. And, as an end, I'll say that the changes will be much more, but we'll know more perhaps round the beginning of the 2009, who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited about it! Can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesims2website.co.uk/screenshots/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thesims2website.co.uk/screenshots/19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesims2website.co.uk/screenshots/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thesims2website.co.uk/screenshots/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="11" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-8042403151564417322?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8042403151564417322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=8042403151564417322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/8042403151564417322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/8042403151564417322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2008/04/sims-3.html' title='The Sims 3'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-2466685411062848030</id><published>2008-02-09T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:58:24.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeney Todd - The Demon Barber of Fleet Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iesb.net/images/stories/popoculture/sweeneybook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.iesb.net/images/stories/popoculture/sweeneybook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney Todd was a serial killer in 18 century, maybe even one of the most successful killers of all times. He has chilled and thrilled the hearts of Londoners at 186 Fleet Street for over 200 years. His victim's list is about 160 customers. Sweeney was a barber who lived near Hyde Park Corner. His first murder is assumed to have been committed when a man came to him to shave, and told him about the night before when he had had very good time with a lady. Todd had a wife and was very jealous of her, but she didn't live with him. When the barber heard the description ot the woman, he concluded that was his wife. Filled with rage, he cut the young gentleman's throat from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many facts are known about his life. However, he became really famous when in 1847 George Diblin Pitt presented "The String of Pearls, or the Fiend of Fleet Street" as a melodrama at the Royal Britannia Saloon. That's the beginning of Todd's immortalization. Of course, the play didn't present the whole true story of his life. There have been many little changes since the first one was staged, but all share a common plot. Nevertheless, the story achieved its biggest success last Christmas, when was official date of realization of the film in the United States (December 21, 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director of the film is Tim Burton, Johnny Depp is Sweeney Todd and Helena Bonham Carter is Mrs. Lovett (who became Todd's lover, friend and partner in crime). The great actor job is complemented with another two great actors - Alan Rickman and Timothy Spall (they both play together in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban). Actually, the reason why I watched the movie was Johnny Depp. Nevertheless, the whole movie is truly unique, and perhaps the fact that it is a musical makes it such. I love musicals, but I think that people who don't like them might enjoy the movie as well. The music is so incredible and likeable, and at the same time dreadful and thrilling. From the start to the end, the movie never stops surprising you. By genre the movie is Thriller and Musical, but I think that is also Horror and Black Comedy. You can bristle just in the beginning, not only because of the music, but also because of the blood which is everywhere (in the rain, on the streets, in the channels....), in the next moment there is a boy singing "There's no place like London" in amiable major tone. A second later, Johnny Depp is next to him singing "There is no place like London", but in minor tone. This contrast in the beginning is very strong. In the film, you can confuse whether you like Sweeney Todd or not, because his story is very sad and you star sympathizing with him. However, his first murder puts back the things in their place, because it's so disgusting. In comparison with some other movies, when the murderers are so good and precise in their murders, here Sweeney Todd literally cut his victims' throat lie bread. Well, it's really dreadful though. I can't think of another word to describe that scene. Everybody should see it for him self. This crudeness in the way he kills never changed, because he kills for revenge. In the movie, there is something like a subtitle which I really liked - "Never Forget. Never Forgive". Well, I liked because it's sounds really creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney Todd's look is not very pleasant, but is very originally made. He never smiles and the paleness of his face makes him look like a ghost. His hair is black and bushy, there is only one white strip on the right side. Actually, he reminded me of Frankenstein is some strange way. In the movie you can find humor too, but black humor. I really enjoyed the part when Mrs. Loverr sings for first time. Here's a small part of the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one comes in even to inhale!&lt;br /&gt;Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?&lt;br /&gt;Mind you I can hardly blame them!&lt;br /&gt;These are probably the worst pies in London.&lt;br /&gt;I know why nobody cares to take them!&lt;br /&gt;I should know!&lt;br /&gt;I make them!&lt;br /&gt;But good? No...&lt;br /&gt;The worst pies in London...&lt;br /&gt;Even that's polite! The worst pies in London!&lt;br /&gt;If you doubt it take a bite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sings so fast and light in the same time. I think that there are no better avtors for the movie. Johnny Depp and Helena Carter are very similar. I mean they both re-create that dark feeling so well. No wonder that Johnny Depp won several awards for his role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, let us go back to the plot. Benjamin Barker is a barber, who has been transported for life in Austria, because of Judge Turpin. The Judge wanted his beautiful wife Lucy, and with his powers charged the barber with a crime. However, after 1 years, Barker escaped from Australia on a ship and came back to London. He was rescued by a young sailor boy - Anthony Hope. In London Benjamin Barker changes his name to Sweeney Todd. When he goes back to his home, which was abandoned many years ago, he finds below it a meat pie shop run by his former landlady, Nellie Lovett. She tells him about that when he was arrested the Judge raped his wife, and after that she poisoned herself of shame, and their little daughter Johanna is under guardianship of Turpin. After that she returns Sweeney's razor. At the same moment he promised himself to take revenge upon those who had destroyed his life. At the same time Anthony Hope falls in love with Todd's daughter, and asks the barber to help rescue her from her "prison" in Judge's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney Todd meets Pitelli (an Italian barber who presents hi show on the street), and they compete. Of course, Sweeney Todd wins. Later that day Pirelli comes to visit him, but instead of being nice to Todd, he tells him that he knows who he really is and blackmails him. Then Sweeney kills him, and Mrs Lovett suggests they use Pirelli's body as meat for her pies, rather than "let it go to waste". The barber creates an incredible chair, which allows him to kill his victims with pushing a lever, to fall straight in the basement below, and then, from the basement, he carries the bodies to a huge stove where they can be baked. It sounds really creepy, but when you watch it, it's even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney decides his second victim to be the Judge (Actually, the plan was the Judge to be the first), but just then the sailor comes in and destroys his plan (the boy is coming to tell Todd that Turpin is going to marry to Johanna). Fulfilled with anger, the barber begins to kill every man coming for a shave. Mrs. Lovett's business prospers, but when the boy who helps her begins to suspect Sweeney (that's the boy who worked before with Pirelli), she decides to kill him, but first she locks him up in the basement. In meantime, Anthony rescues Johanna from the madhouse, where she is sent for her refuse to marry Turpin. The boy hides the girl in a chest in Sweneey's room and goes to look for him. Just then a strange woman enters the house (that woman appears a few time during the movie, because she saw how somebody killed innocent men in that room. She screamed for help, but nobody heard her, because she is poor and ageing woman, dressed with rags, so she determines to look into this for herself). A minute later, Sweeney comes too. She begins to warn him against the woman below. At first he listens to her, but when he hears Judge's voice coming out to him, with no hesitation and mercy, he cuts her throat. Unfortunately, Turpin follows the same fate. Todd finds the girl in the chest and if it wasn't for Mrs. Lovett's scream, he would have killed her as well because he doesn't know that she is his daughter. When he gets down he basement, he sees Mrs. Lovett trying to move the woman's body to the stove. Actually, she is screaming because Turpin isn't completely dead and has caught her arm, and after that she sees the woman. However, Sweeney orders her to open the stove to carry the bodies, but when he gets near the woman, he recognizes her. That is his wife. After an unsuccessful attempt of Mrs. Lovett to explain to him that she didn't tell him about the real fate of his wife ("Because I love you"), she is burnt alive in the oven. While mourning over his dead wife, Sweeney Todd is killed with his own razor by the boy who was locked in the same basement, but who was hiding all the time in a gully-hole. A tragic, Gothic, and black comedy opera at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-2466685411062848030?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2466685411062848030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=2466685411062848030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/2466685411062848030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/2466685411062848030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweeney-todd-demon-barber-of-fleet.html' title='Sweeney Todd - The Demon Barber of Fleet Street'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-1087745846502957145</id><published>2008-01-21T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:25:36.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Dior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.timelinefashion.de/bilder/dior-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.timelinefashion.de/bilder/dior-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  On this day 1905 in Granville, France was born Christian Dion. He died in 24 October 1967 from heart attack. Christian Dior was French designer, who dominated in the decade over World War II.&lt;br /&gt;  His family wasn't rich, and for that he was their only hope. In his childhood he was trained for diplomat, but always wanted to be involved in art business. When he graduated, his father gave him money, and he opened a small art gallery, where sold art by the likes of Pablo Picasso and Max Jacob. After his father lost his business, Christian was forced to close his gallery. However, he found a job as illustrating fashions for the weekly Figaro Illustre. Later worked as an assistant in the fashion house of Lucien Lelong.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, in 1945 he finally opened his own business again, but this time in the sphere of fashion, and Dior's fashion house opened in 1946. The following spring he presented his first fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sensation of the “New Look” was followed by 10 years of success. It was contained first by Carmel Snow. The unusually of Dior's fashion was that his designers were more voluptuous than the other in that time. Christian is known as the master of shapes and silhouettes as well as the curvaceous form of the dresses, but exactly this innovation  caused many discontents at the beginning. The women protested against covering up their legs. However, like many other geniuses, there should pass time to be accepted and become one of the most influential French designers at that time. Now his boutiques can be found in Paris, Milan, Rome, London, New York, Tokyo, and many other states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-1087745846502957145?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1087745846502957145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=1087745846502957145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/1087745846502957145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/1087745846502957145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2008/01/christian-dior.html' title='Christian Dior'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-7727396838181227588</id><published>2007-11-26T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:16:33.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anatomy'/><title type='text'>Could it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before I say what I'm going to write, I'll answer the question - everything is possible, just for some th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cojoweb.com/twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.cojoweb.com/twins.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="207" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ings is matter of time. What I'm talking about? People defects, if I can say it that way. Some very unusual cases in people anatomy, which I found and was very fascinated, and a bit scared. I'll start with the first Siamese twins Eng and Chang. Well,  at least is said to be the first. They were born in 1811, but I  doubt to be the first, because that's to late in history. They were joined at the sternum by a small piece of cartilage. Many doctors had seen them, but all of them were saying that if they were separated, they would die, therefore if the one dies, and the other dies. Of course, the medicine now, shows that that's not true and they would live. Actually, I don't know much for them, but that I know is quite interesting. As far as I know, the twins were very different. The one (I don't know who) was a drinker and always making many problems, and the other just the opposite - quiet and calm. They were married for two sisters and had many children, the one 10, and the other 12. The doctor's mistake is maybe and the reason why the one twin died. One night, the drinker had overdone the drinking, and later when they had already gone to bed, the other woke up and found that his brother had died. He was so scared he would die, that by the time his relatives and doctors came, he die in his fear. Sad story, though I think th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/R0sfcRyHVnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XsDdXUXYV-A/s1600-h/430x280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/R0sfcRyHVnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XsDdXUXYV-A/s200/430x280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137234370616579698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at every story with some kind of "defects" is sad on one way or another and the the medicine in current time, many times couldn't do much. Like the "tree man". They said that he could be cured, but what means "cured" in this situation? He won't be even near to the "normal body". The man we know from the fairy-tells live in Indonesia and "grew roots". Fired from his job and deserted by his wife, Dede has been raising his two children in poverty, resigned to the fact that local doctors had no cure for his condition.  That's even more sad, because the  fantastic goes  beyond natural, if I can said it "natural". I mean embryonic part, twins or something like that. The same way, after years, we can think of seeing some centaur. It's sounds unbelievable and stupid, I know, but how I said - I believe that everything is possible. Here is and a video you can see about "tree man"&lt;u&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DStwXsmZ3OE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DStwXsmZ3OE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these "defects" some time can make you a "god". For example 2 years-old Lakshmi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/R0skOxyHVoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xU1CJUl1Eh0/s1600-h/13144_5389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/R0skOxyHVoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xU1CJUl1Eh0/s320/13144_5389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137239636246484610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who had 2 pairs of legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and arms. Actually, that should be her unite parasitic twin. Fortunately, the team of surgeons in Bangalore were working in shifts t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/R0skxhyHVqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NUux_ekiVjc/s1600-h/13144_5392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/R0skxhyHVqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NUux_ekiVjc/s200/13144_5392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137240233246938786" border="0" height="126" width="114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o separate the bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and the operation is going well. The little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s called on the Indian goddess of fortune, love and beauty, the lotus flower and fertility, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lakshmi, who had four arms. The people in girl's state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; didn't want the operation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to be held, because that was their "goddess" sent on Earth. However, if the operation wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;done, Lakshmi wouldn't live more than 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's from me. If you know more interesting cases like these, you can write me. I'll be very glad to learn more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-7727396838181227588?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7727396838181227588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=7727396838181227588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/7727396838181227588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/7727396838181227588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be?'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/R0sfcRyHVnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XsDdXUXYV-A/s72-c/430x280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-1386492668201524795</id><published>2007-11-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:30:42.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could give the police one piece of advice, what would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourwardfamily.com/1800s/Policeman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.ourwardfamily.com/1800s/Policeman.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="250" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this topic in one site on Internet and it made me laugh. I don't think that anyone could give even one piece of advice to the police, and for its safe shouldn't even try to do that :) Most policemen are really arrogant and haughty. They think they have all the rights on the world, and the worst is, most of the time you can't say anything. Well, of course you shouldn't behave like a bad-mannered man, but on the other hand they shouldn't behave like bad-mannered policemen.&lt;br /&gt;In comparison with some other states, Bulgarian policemen aren't so bad. Even though, they are like angles. Once, I watched on the TV a "Hidden Camera" show, but not the funny show. It showed  how Brazilian policemen beat innocent  citizen without reason. It was awful. One night, when four men motored with their car to their homes, the police suddenly stopped them for document control. Then, a group of 5-6 policemen pulled the men off the car, and began to insult them and  threatened. They wanted money. In Brazil it has a "war" between the poor citizen and the policemen because of the low salary, and beating and taking money by force, is the way they get their "deserved" money. However, sometimes beating is not enough. The men I talked about, didn't have much money, and one of the policemen had shot  at the one man's leg, and the other policemen just watched as nothing happened. After some more torment , they let the men leave, and when you just think everything is over, one of the policemen raised his hand, shot at the back of the car, and  killed the younger traveler on place. I couldn't believe in my eyes. Where should we look for our protection if not the police? And if the police could do that, what should we do? It so frightened, when you heard or saw things like that. The only thing you can comfort yourself with is that Brazil is far away from you. But that's very selfishly. What about the people who live there? These questions, without an answer I can give, weren't enough stressful for me, so when I surfed on Internet, all of a sudden, I found an article about Macedonia. Actually, about Makedonia's people who hate Bulgarian people. I knew something about that, but I didn't know how serious it is  indeed.  No one in school is talking about that, and on the news very rarely is  mentioned and even when the media do that, soon after is forgotten.  Thus, you should understand my amazement.  In the article was written how the Macedonian were writing on the walls "Die Bulgarian!" front of the Bulgarian Cultural Center in Skopje. Twice this month. I really can't understand why is that hatred.  After all, in Macedonia there are,  as far as I know, around  40 and something percent Albanians, so why they hate us? Before many years, they were part of Bulgaria, but that's already over and nobody mentioned it in Bulgaria.  Even in their media, the politician Shechtanski said "The Bulgarian Nation doesn't' exist, it's a fiction.". In the media?! The Bulgarians are beaten there, they are convicting of crimes with  evidence proving their innocent and so on. If you are a Bulgarian you can read this &lt;u&gt;http://e-vestnik.bg/2505&lt;/u&gt;. And nobody, I ask "Why", could answer me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really digressed the topic. Even though, I almost didn't talk about it, but in the end I'll answer the question "If you could give the police one piece of advice, what would it be?".&lt;br /&gt;Dear Policemen, do your job. Everyone of you, probably as a child, had dreamed of being a policeman. Not to be a bad man, but to catch the bad men. You can try sometime :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-1386492668201524795?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1386492668201524795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=1386492668201524795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/1386492668201524795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/1386492668201524795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-you-could-give-police-one-piece-of.html' title='If you could give the police one piece of advice, what would it be?'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-5092773066609634688</id><published>2007-10-25T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:16:33.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becoming Jane'/><title type='text'>Becoming Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/RyCpFmbmMLI/AAAAAAAAADY/qfM1s6yeux4/s1600-h/bj_poster_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/RyCpFmbmMLI/AAAAAAAAADY/qfM1s6yeux4/s320/bj_poster_final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125282289628360882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ecoming Jane is a movie about Jane Austen's life. A wonderful movie. I don't know how much the movie is based on her life, because it's a movie, and the movies very often just add or take out some things to make it more likable and therefore more profitable. However, the movie is good. It doesn't have the typical happy end, and that makes it more valuable. But otherwise how could it be? Jane Austen was from a poor family, and to be a writer in those hard times, especially if you a woman, wasn't very easy. She died only 41 years old and we only can speculate about her feelings. She wasn't very a talkative woman, even though she is defined as proud and selfish. Nevertheless in the movie this part of her character is not very well displayed.There are a few letters to her sister we know about, and ,of course, many books. Mr Darcy from "Pride and Prejudice" is believed that Mr. Darcy to be Mr. Lefroy, her lover.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could write something more about her life, so I'm going to write about my impression for the movie. As just a movie; I mean without looking for the historical truth of her life .&lt;br /&gt;Anne Hathaway and James McAvoy are in the main parts, Julian Jarrold is the director. Although the film goes beyond what is proven fact in assuming a real relationship between Austen and Lefroy, the original screenplay was inspired by real events, which were chronicled in the book Becoming Jane Austen by Jon Spence, who was the historical consultant on the film. If you want to see the world's view of the movie check this site &lt;u&gt;http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/becoming_jane/&lt;/u&gt; (a very popular movie review site). It credited the movie with a 58% approval rating, but the users credited it with 73%. However, that really doesn't matter because everyone likes different movies. For example,  Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is credited with 76 % approval rating, and I think it doesn't deserve even 55%, so it's a matter of taste.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;et's come back to the Synopsis. Jane Austen is a young girl from a poor family. Her father has many debts and she has to marry the nephew of Lady Gresham (Maggie Smith), a Mr. Wisley. However, she refuses to do that when he proposes her. At the same time, Tom Lefroy(James McAvoy) visits his relatives in the town, not by his wish. Then they meet, at the beginning Jane can't stand the self-centered Tom. Nevertheless, they fall in love. He takes Jane to London to try and convince his uncle and benefactor, Judge Langlois, to let him marry Jane. The Judge considers it, but after receiving a letter informing him of Jane's poor family, he refuses, so Jane has to come back home, and after a while she finds out that he is engaged. When the main actor comes to her to explain everything, they decide to elope. The next morning, she escapes from home, and they set off for London. On the way, the carriage stops because of some problem, and in that time she finds a letter of Tom's sister. In it she explains how grateful is she for his help and the money that he send her thanks to their uncle. Jane realizes without this money support from Judge Langlois, his sisters and brothers could not live. At that moment they break up their relationship, and she comes back to her town. The end of the movie is very sad, but very good. After many years, they meet each other. He is with his daughter, Jane :))). Jane Austen and Tom Lefroy say nothing, but their looks tell so much. If you couldn't understand well the movie, just watch the trailer ... :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYViBfUvSOA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYViBfUvSOA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-5092773066609634688?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5092773066609634688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=5092773066609634688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/5092773066609634688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/5092773066609634688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/becoming-jane.html' title='Becoming Jane'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/RyCpFmbmMLI/AAAAAAAAADY/qfM1s6yeux4/s72-c/bj_poster_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-41225565029820888</id><published>2007-10-20T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:16:34.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>What is your favorite type of music? Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rxo2l6GJvFI/AAAAAAAAADI/y9c4CBZ73Go/s1600-h/Music_is_medicine_for_the_soul_by_Rimfrost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rxo2l6GJvFI/AAAAAAAAADI/y9c4CBZ73Go/s320/Music_is_medicine_for_the_soul_by_Rimfrost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123467550965480530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a favorite type of music. I listen to almost everything, except pop-folk. I think that's because I have access to every kind of music I'd like to hear.  In every type you can find something really good, something not so good and something really bad. So, in my opinion man should not  limit their type of favorite music to one or two.&lt;br /&gt;Music makes you feel better. I can't imagine my day without hearing a song or even singing to myself. In some strange way, the day becomes easier. I listen to different types of music according to my mood. And my mood changes easily. When I have a lot of energy, I like to listen r&amp;amp;b music, because there's non-stop beating rhythm, and I love to dance on it. Sometimes, when I'm in a bad mood, excited or want to listen to music just for entertainment, I like rock music. Of every type music, rock music is my favorite. However, when I am tired, I  prefer listening to chill-out music. Most Chill-out songs are very relaxing, because there aren't many lyrics in it , and you can just turn it on and listen without trying to understand the text. Also, when the music has lyrics, it gives you some exact feeling, and if there are no lyrics you can listen to it just like background. With relaxing classic music it is the same. Actually, I have read somewhere that  sound can make you feel happy, sad or scared without you even hearing it, only feel it. And of course, there's invented specific type of music for everything even shopping. That's funny, though, but it's very useful for big companies, because that music is slow and makes you feel relaxed, so you walk through the stalls sluggishly. I digressed the topic. However, the music is really everything for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-41225565029820888?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/41225565029820888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=41225565029820888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/41225565029820888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/41225565029820888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-your-favorite-type-of-music-why.html' title='What is your favorite type of music? Why?'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rxo2l6GJvFI/AAAAAAAAADI/y9c4CBZ73Go/s72-c/Music_is_medicine_for_the_soul_by_Rimfrost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-3226439413445115627</id><published>2007-10-18T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:16:34.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>What is the farthest away from your home that you have ever been?</title><content type='html'>My sister studies in Germany, and last December I had the opportunity to go there. I had never traveled  further than Plovdiv. Actually, I had once, when I was a child. Our kindergarten made a trip to Sofia, and the teachers there were promised to go to the Zoo. Of course, we didn't go to the Zoo, and the trip was so awful that I don't want even remember it. However, when I was in Germany, everything was great!  My sister lives in Essen, a very nice city, especially  around Christmas. Everything was so beautiful. I miss it so much.  I  flew by  plane. My sister had scared me about the planes, and in the beginning I was so frightened. However, when the plane took off  and  we were over the clouds, my  fear flew off instantly. It was so gorgeous! I could see everything because I was by the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rxd1tKGJvBI/AAAAAAAAACo/lv-TIO-B01s/s1600-h/DSC02625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rxd1tKGJvBI/AAAAAAAAACo/lv-TIO-B01s/s400/DSC02625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122692519821949970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting next to a  mother with a little baby.  They were very charmin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rxd9oaGJvCI/AAAAAAAAACw/jslzN_qQGmY/s1600-h/DSC02639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rxd9oaGJvCI/AAAAAAAAACw/jslzN_qQGmY/s200/DSC02639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122701234310593570" border="0" height="134" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g! When the plane landed in Cologne, she  begged me to help her with some bags, and we waited for the people to  go out of the plane. Without  a hurry, we took our things and went the passport control. There was a long line from people already. Then she told me to  follow he,r and  the other people let us  stand in front of everyone because of the baby. So... as we were  the last, we became  the first. :) We said goodbye, and that was everything. Here's a photo of them...&lt;br /&gt;My sister was waiting for me at the airport. I couldn't  stop gazing at  everything around me. It was like a dream. First we visited The Cologne Cathedral. I had never seen something like that in my life. I was very  fascinated. The cathedral is a Word Heritage Site, being one of the best-known architectural monuments in Germany, and Cologne's most famous landmark. We climbed 509 steps of the spiral staircase to a viewing deck about 98 metres above the ground. You can see so&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/RxeCCKGJvEI/AAAAAAAAADA/j2BXAIJLGnw/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/RxeCCKGJvEI/AAAAAAAAADA/j2BXAIJLGnw/s320/DSC02679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122706074738736194" border="0" height="181" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mething like that on the top of the building...&lt;br /&gt;We visited many beautiful places like Duisburg's Zoo, huge "Centro" in Oberhausen,  and many other, but the Cologne Cathedral was the most impressive. We also saw the  Guci's, Armani's , Escada's stores in Dusseldorf, but we didn't  enter them because  there were so  refined, with and rich people around, and everything was so  expensive that we couldn't dare do it, but outside was beautiful too. :)))&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was for now... :) Maybe some other time I'll describe you my second visit there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-3226439413445115627?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3226439413445115627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=3226439413445115627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/3226439413445115627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/3226439413445115627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-farthest-away-from-your-home.html' title='What is the farthest away from your home that you have ever been?'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rxd1tKGJvBI/AAAAAAAAACo/lv-TIO-B01s/s72-c/DSC02625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-1711730813957119706</id><published>2007-10-17T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:29:54.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>What Sorts Of Dreams Do I Usually Remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   A&lt;/span&gt;ctually, I remember only one sort of dream or when I have had some other sort, I just have forgotten it as soon as I have waked up. Perhaps the reason why I remember precisely that sort is because I have dreamed it not only once. The sort I'm talking about includes 5 or 6 different dreams and a lot of water. Most of the time there is sea or ocean and sometimes just a small lake. All of them make me feel so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  I'll tell you about some of my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vthimaui.com/KapaluaVillas/PropertyInfo/undersea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://vthimaui.com/KapaluaVillas/PropertyInfo/undersea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  T&lt;/span&gt;he first began with me staying on top of a rock, and then I suddenly jumped off it and flew down to the huge, blue sea. I couldn't see anything else but it. I felt the wind in my face while I was falling down. It was fantastic. A moment later I was swimming in the water. I noticed then that a few more people were swimming with me. I didn't know them, but I felt like I had known them all my life. I could breathe under the water, so I continued swimming. Around me it was full of all kinds of fish. I remember it so clearly as if I have just dreamed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  T&lt;/span&gt;he other dream was again in the sea or ocean. I can't remember. This time it was full of mermaids. They were so beautiful and graceful. With their color hairs and refined tails they  were swimming with me and we were collecting something (I don't remember what) from the seabed. However, after a while, I emerged to the surface of the sea and realized that I was closed in a huge, round, black barrel! There was some kind of banister, and I tried to reach and climb it up, but there were also people who didn't let me do it and were pushing me back to the water. I tried to reach the parapet harder, and suddenly I was on it. I saw a door and began running towards it. Outside I was alone at first. There was only a beautiful field. The weather  was warm, and the sun shone. Suddenly, a boy, whom I didn't know, came to me and said something. The next moment we were running. Then I usually woke up. It's very funny and strange, isn't it? But all dreams are amusing and freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  M&lt;/span&gt;any people say that dreams show you the future, but I don't believe it. I have read some things about the dreams, and the most researches, as I remember,  show that the dream helps the brain to memorize what had happened through the day in some strange way or that the dream is like a mirror of the day i.e.  some happenings, thoughts, fears, desires or imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-1711730813957119706?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1711730813957119706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=1711730813957119706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/1711730813957119706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/1711730813957119706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-sorts-of-dreams-do-i-usually.html' title='What Sorts Of Dreams Do I Usually Remember?'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934906895175754355.post-9128128363900259926</id><published>2007-10-10T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:16:34.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><title type='text'>Horses, Horses and.... may be Horses :)</title><content type='html'>Wild Horses are the most beautiful horses in the world, no matter the breed,age or speed. Just look at them... they have the spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;That's my first blog, and I am a little bit nervous. But don't  judge me; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rw0Ug6GJu0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mGMTFbX2LOY/s1600-h/Howdy_by_floCha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rw0Ug6GJu0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mGMTFbX2LOY/s320/Howdy_by_floCha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119770906973551426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll try the best I can. :) Why horses? Because I think they are the most beautiful creatures in the world! They have got so much passion. They are elegant and graceful, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, man have bred horses for a long time. They were a means of transportation. This is common sense. Here's something that not everybody knows: there are more than 350 breeds of horses. Can you imagine?I have seen many of the breeds on the Internet. Besides for their beauty and  variety, horses are famous for their speed. The fastest ever was Red Rum, a Grand National winner. He completed the 1973 Grand National course, a distance of 4.5 miles, in 9 minutes 1.9 seconds. This meant Red Run was averaging about 30 miles per hour! Not bad for a race horse on a course with jumps! Not bad at all! :)&lt;br /&gt;Horses are very good healthy. They are physically fit which makes it very difficult for viruses to catch them . Sadly, though, a horse's average lifespan is twenty to thirty years. Hey, but at look that : On November 1st, 1969, in a farm near Danville, Missouri (USA),&lt;br /&gt;"Nellie", a mare which was  born in March 1916, died of a&lt;br /&gt;heart attack. Strange, huh ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rw0fWaGJu1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/J_ybXJ_5YDE/s1600-h/Chali_says_hello_by_floCha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rw0fWaGJu1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/J_ybXJ_5YDE/s320/Chali_says_hello_by_floCha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119782821212830546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, these were some interesting facts. Now it's time for something different! Some memories, maybe. If you still want to read... :) I have always loved horses, or, If not always, it has been for quite a while.  It's funny that when I was a child, I used to have more toy horse than dolls.  I used to watch "The Little Pony" all the time. I still adore their  flowing manes and  long tales. Running around in my head they were everything to me. I'm proud to say  that&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to ride a real pony once. I don't remember much of this day, but I clearly remember the pony. It was all black and so cute. Back then, the pony seemed much bigger to men than they really are. But I was little and... not so tall. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I forgot to say that  according to the Chinese Zodiac I was born in the year of the Horse :) Cool, isn't it? OK, folks! That was from me...  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5934906895175754355-9128128363900259926?l=galetooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/feeds/9128128363900259926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5934906895175754355&amp;postID=9128128363900259926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/9128128363900259926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5934906895175754355/posts/default/9128128363900259926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galetooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/horses-horses-and-may-be-horses.html' title='Horses, Horses and.... may be Horses :)'/><author><name>Gals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142891324635160621</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBSqWPXnI-w/Rw0Ug6GJu0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mGMTFbX2LOY/s72-c/Howdy_by_floCha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
