<?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-5641161</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:22:56.939+03:30</updated><title type='text'>East star</title><subtitle type='html'>A persian weblog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641161.post-6259625294860460012</id><published>2012-01-18T20:41:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:05:19.417+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am really so happy after many times I can write and come to see my weblog. consider how I am snowed under with work. hopefully I can write more in English from my living in Canada.  I love this area because it is quiet place with a low population and full of facility for living. I decided go forward even come rain or shine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/6259625294860460012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=6259625294860460012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/6259625294860460012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/6259625294860460012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-really-so-happy-after-many-times-i.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-6114725676205986948</id><published>2010-01-07T15:43:00.006+03:30</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:51:00.196+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some times my mind is involved with behavior of the people. One display oneself as a good person with a good behavior but little by little you can understand his/her behavior is changed and other shows normal way but gradually you can find his/her personality.Nowadays my company has recruited new persons. They have chosen some persons for recruiting. With the bad condition in economy and market I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/6114725676205986948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=6114725676205986948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/6114725676205986948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/6114725676205986948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-times-my-mind-is-involved-with.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-953360305846264410</id><published>2009-12-20T13:18:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:23:04.923+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was looking for an apartment with my daughter last night. We went in many real estates. How much money do you have for deposit and renting they asked? But I was looking for a place in a good location with a good price that the finding was so difficult. After searching I find an apartment but I understood there was not a good place because there is no secure. Maybe during the walking on a way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/953360305846264410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=953360305846264410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/953360305846264410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/953360305846264410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-looking-for-apartment-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-4335883584945537199</id><published>2009-12-19T15:21:00.004+03:30</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:23:25.868+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After several years I have come back again. But from this moment I have really decided to write in both English and French. Maybe during the writing I have some mistake but I am so glad if tell me and correct them. I hope I can write in good English. Nowadays I want to masonry my house and maybe lots of things happen to me and I can write some of them. I have spoken with many engineers, but every</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/4335883584945537199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=4335883584945537199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/4335883584945537199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/4335883584945537199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-several-years-i-ve-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-9127765767302637575</id><published>2007-03-10T10:27:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:31:51.073+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>see this: 300 the movie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/9127765767302637575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=9127765767302637575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/9127765767302637575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/9127765767302637575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2007/03/see-this-300-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641161.post-116797974918651597</id><published>2007-01-05T10:10:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:41:38.544+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello my dears, I've come back after a long time. I have decided to write again and I am so sorry for not writing here for such a long time but  I will try to write more now. I hope I can. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/116797974918651597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=116797974918651597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/116797974918651597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/116797974918651597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-my-dears-i-come-back-after-long.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-107734444678132918</id><published>2004-02-21T09:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-04-25T17:30:51.826+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Broken iceSeveral days ago, when I came back home, I saw all the kitchen was in mess. Every things weren't in their place at all. I was so exhausted and became furious. I asked my kids: " Don't learn ?? if you take some thing off from somewhere, you can't put it back into their place? Many of glasses and cups were on the table. I put all of them in the sink. As I was putting them in the sink, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/107734444678132918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=107734444678132918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/107734444678132918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/107734444678132918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2004/02/broken-ice-several-days-ago-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-106155339082482413</id><published>2003-08-22T16:26:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-23T02:37:10.833+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MotherWhat a bright and beautiful word is this word.Since I have been a kid, I have seen only her by my side.My father didn't pay attention to us and he was hardly in my life at all.His presence was just a little protection or perhaps nothing, to be honest.There were nights when my mother had to stay awake and days she was trying or struggling to earn a livelihood.She has not had peace of mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/106155339082482413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=106155339082482413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106155339082482413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106155339082482413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2003/08/mother-what-bright-and-beautiful-word.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-106155074799535259</id><published>2003-08-22T15:42:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-23T02:33:07.110+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waterfall My little daughter paints all the time while her color pencils and crayons are all around her.Some days ago she wanted to explain about what she was planning to paint for me.I asked her,'' What do you want to paint?? ''She said," I want to paint a mountain with a lake pouring from it. "I asked her," What kind of lake pours from the mountain? "She brang up her head  and said," </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/106155074799535259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=106155074799535259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106155074799535259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106155074799535259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2003/08/waterfall-my-little-daughter-paints.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-106061562084962257</id><published>2003-08-11T19:57:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-21T01:40:43.583+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gold medalToday my son asked me'' Mom??.."I said "Yes my dear??.."He said "If someone wins a match and she or he gains the first place."I said "ok??.."He said "they gives him or her at first the medal and then they give gold as well??"(The world of children are so strange and so beautiful.Later I explained  to him about the kinds of medals.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/106061562084962257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=106061562084962257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106061562084962257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106061562084962257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2003/08/gold-medal-today-my-son-asked-me-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-106029436296555471</id><published>2003-08-08T02:42:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-11T02:57:12.926+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A pleasant dayYesterday my son had a swimming race.The race was between different cities of province.He competed in different categories of swimming.He gained the first place in the frog swimming race and the fourth, the fifth place in the other categories.At first, he was sad but I spoke with him and I said 'Don't worry, it doesn't matter; we just want you to exercise, not necessarily gain a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/106029436296555471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=106029436296555471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106029436296555471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106029436296555471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2003/08/pleasant-day-yesterday-my-son-had.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-106003592411060075</id><published>2003-08-05T02:55:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-05T03:36:45.520+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Escapee stairs A few days ago my son went to one of my relative's house.When he came back,he explained about their house and said "Mom you don't know what a beautiful house they have".It was so strange for me at first. After a while, I asked him:What was so beautiful in their house anyway? with a wonderful gesture and hands movment he said"That house had escapee stairs.I asked him:What?He said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/106003592411060075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=106003592411060075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106003592411060075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106003592411060075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2003/08/escapee-stairs-few-days-ago-my-son.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-106002687929564222</id><published>2003-08-05T00:24:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-05T04:02:52.853+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am so happy I can write in English.Maybe I have many mistakes, but it doesn't matter.Little by little, my English improves.I write for you about my children and sometimes about my feelings about them or everything comes to my mind.I have three children,two daughters and a son.My daughters are 12 and 7 years old and my son is 8 years old.I live alone with my children and  having them gives me a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/106002687929564222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=106002687929564222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106002687929564222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/106002687929564222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-am-so-happy-i-can-write-in-english.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</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-5641161.post-105987301232489063</id><published>2003-08-03T05:40:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-05T00:14:51.346+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/feeds/105987301232489063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641161&amp;postID=105987301232489063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/105987301232489063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641161/posts/default/105987301232489063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rsms.blogspot.com/2003/08/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>East star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298364934991463298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
