<?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-5487972880810587679</id><updated>2012-02-13T14:54:47.937+03:00</updated><category term='Awakenings'/><category term='Song'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Week in Review'/><category term='Iran'/><category term='Spritual'/><category term='Got Nothing better to do'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Just wondering'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Class Stories'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Kuwait'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Clipped from the net'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Humorous'/><category term='Soul'/><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Mirror Polisher</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-3779355026949979165</id><published>2008-06-12T00:21:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:09:24.164+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>eeeehhh...raise your hand if the last post wasn't clear...:O</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so a non-virtual friend saw me online today and asked me why I haven't updated my blog in a long time.Have you ever seen that episode of FRIENDS were Chandelier does his best to hold back his sarcastic remarks? Well, I actually managed to do so :DI did NOT tell her, "Good ya reminded me, I'll write a post in ENGLISH 2nite to let you know I have moved to wordpress."Nor did I tell her, "So how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/3779355026949979165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=3779355026949979165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3779355026949979165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3779355026949979165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/06/eeeehhhraise-your-hand-if-last-post.html' title='eeeehhh...raise your hand if the last post wasn&apos;t clear...:O'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-8603008505796785806</id><published>2008-05-02T01:53:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:22:19.670+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>Darya it is :D</title><summary type='text'>Till 6 this evening I still hadn’t come to any final decision on what to call this new baby. For me to choose something I have to ‘feel’ that it’s right; I need to get a sign—nooooo I haven’t read one Paulo Coelho book too many :D   So I’d added some new songs to my ipod—some old albums that I hadn’t listened to for a long time—when Moein’s song Pialeh came on. Oh god this song!!!It must have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/8603008505796785806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=8603008505796785806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/8603008505796785806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/8603008505796785806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/05/darya-it-is-d.html' title='Darya it is :D'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/SBpKn_zljVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/BppWxRyfsM4/s72-c/darya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-8793882759931546098</id><published>2008-05-01T00:31:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:56:09.293+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>The importance of being Earnest</title><summary type='text'>How do parents do it????? Not the raising the kid up properly part…that’s easily done…they should just invest in a good international satellite dish and let the kid be brought up by the old box in the corner.  No I’m talking about the hardest part of having kids—choosing a name.  I’m trying to pick a new name for my new blog and I'm stuck.  Scratched and scratched and scratched my head all day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/8793882759931546098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=8793882759931546098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/8793882759931546098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/8793882759931546098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/05/importance-of-being-earnest.html' title='The importance of being Earnest'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/SBjlh_zljUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/x13bqE99ZPA/s72-c/Delaram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-3116286215457664716</id><published>2008-04-29T20:02:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:17:54.002+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>No longer a Mirror Polisher</title><summary type='text'>Today marks the 18 month-and- 20 day anniversary of when I wrote my first post (don’t look at me like that, I’m sure there's some tribe some where in the world that actually celebrates an 18 month and 20 day anniversary).     I was in the middle of writing a post on “The Five people I will meet in Heaven” when I realize that the phase of being a “Mirror Polisher” is completed. Here’s an excerpt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/3116286215457664716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=3116286215457664716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3116286215457664716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3116286215457664716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-longer-mirror-polisher.html' title='No longer a Mirror Polisher'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-3881595211972972877</id><published>2008-04-26T18:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:21:27.010+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got Nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Intlxpatr: The 7 things tag</title><summary type='text'>7 things I plan to do:     1. Allow my heart to be in the driver’s seat for a change (not that it asked anyone for permission; it just shoved my head out of the way and took over)  2. Go to Malaysia in mid-May  :D  3. Learn what all those buttons on my camera do :O  4. Learn to play at least a couple of guitar chords  5. Start reading Rumi in Persian (thanks A.N for the motivation)  6. Motivate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/3881595211972972877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=3881595211972972877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3881595211972972877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3881595211972972877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-intlxpatr-7-things-tag.html' title='Tagged by Intlxpatr: The 7 things tag'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-8339766989789929556</id><published>2008-04-24T14:35:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:41:26.698+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just wondering'/><title type='text'>Wanna peaceful state of mind—throw away all your beliefs :D</title><summary type='text'>  Quick question: How do you know you are right?     I’m not talking about anything in particular; just in general. How do you know you are right about anything—your religious beliefs, political stands, causes you believe in, or whether chocolate cake truly is much better than vanilla cake.     I used to be a person who thought that my beliefs are strongly rooted in logic and common sense and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/8339766989789929556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=8339766989789929556' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/8339766989789929556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/8339766989789929556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/wanna-peaceful-state-of-mindthrow-away.html' title='Wanna peaceful state of mind—throw away all your beliefs :D'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/SBBxQvzljTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/SUCeqfz65kE/s72-c/left-right-brain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-1857044494041384820</id><published>2008-04-21T16:07:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T04:48:29.267+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just wondering'/><title type='text'>Quick question: Which is worse/better?</title><summary type='text'>   Fork in the road-Melat Park-Tehran-April 2008To grow old completely alone or to be stuck in a loveless marriage.I don’t mean an abusive marriage, just one that there’s no passion; no spark, nothing to make your heart skip a beat.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/1857044494041384820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=1857044494041384820' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/1857044494041384820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/1857044494041384820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-question-which-is-worse.html' title='Quick question: Which is worse/better?'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/SAyR7yFEyZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/XHIft4og7vg/s72-c/melat+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-3669908213571311258</id><published>2008-04-21T01:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:28:00.382+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clipped from the net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got Nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>Jack Handey Quotes</title><summary type='text'>On my old blog, I used to regularly publish quotes I liked. And since tonight, well heck I bored, I thought I’ll reinitiate that tradition. Here are a couple of quotes from Jack Handey:  "When you die, if you go somewhere where they ask you a bunch of questions about your life and what you learned and all, I think a good way to get out of it is just to say, 'No speaka English.'"  "Whenever you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/3669908213571311258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=3669908213571311258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3669908213571311258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3669908213571311258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/jack-handey-quotes.html' title='Jack Handey Quotes'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-3576145428759056417</id><published>2008-04-21T00:42:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:53:17.214+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clipped from the net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got Nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>Man Carves Wife a 6,000 Stair Path in Mountain</title><summary type='text'>I just stumbled on this story and all i can say is aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, sniff, sniff, sniff:A weird love story has come out of China recently and managed to touch the world. It is a story of a man and an older woman who ran off to live and love each other in peace for over half century. Over 50 years ago, Liu, was a 19 years-old boy, fell in love with a 29 year-old widowed mother named Xu. At the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/3576145428759056417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=3576145428759056417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3576145428759056417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3576145428759056417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-carves-wife-6000-stair-path-in.html' title='Man Carves Wife a 6,000 Stair Path in Mountain'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-9030375725076552850</id><published>2008-04-20T23:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:25:40.504+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuwait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week in Review'/><title type='text'>Day in Review</title><summary type='text'>Already accomplished:Case 1: Finally called friends and let them know I’m back in Kuwait.   Case 2: Finally started yoga…OUCH my back!!!  Case 3: Finally mom had her talk with me on WHEN THE HELL I plan to go back to work.  Case 4: Finally fixed my yahoo messenger  Case 5: Finally changed my template…again  Case 7: Booked 2 tickets for the new KLT show: www.theklt.com  Case 8: Read a great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/9030375725076552850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=9030375725076552850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9030375725076552850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9030375725076552850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-in-review.html' title='Day in Review'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-3596759024854317384</id><published>2008-04-20T22:49:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:04:56.481+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuwait'/><title type='text'>Car Boot Sale this Saturday April 26</title><summary type='text'>How come usually whenever I sigh, ‘hmmm I wish so and so would happen’ my wish is granted except when it comes to winning the lottery!!!! :D :D  So today I tell a friend, I haven’t been to a car boot sale/yard sale/street bazaar in a long time and just now I got an email from Operation Hope that there’s a yard sale this Saturday:&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/3596759024854317384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=3596759024854317384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3596759024854317384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3596759024854317384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/car-boot-sale-this-saturday-april-26.html' title='Car Boot Sale this Saturday April 26'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-9176777954656573806</id><published>2008-04-20T00:00:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:22:13.950+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuwait'/><title type='text'>Shoo, shoo be gone you pesky conscience!!</title><summary type='text'>I need a new conscience; I’m fed up with the one I currently have; it’s way too loud, obnoxious and never ever shuts up…oh and the stupid thing never takes my side!!! Seriously, anyone knows where I can get a new ‘inner voice’ or better yet interested in exchanging yours with mine :D     [Background to my plea]  So around 7:00 pm I logged onto Facebook and I see that there’s a lecture by DADI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/9176777954656573806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=9176777954656573806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9176777954656573806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9176777954656573806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/shoo-shoo-away-you-pesky-conscious.html' title='Shoo, shoo be gone you pesky conscience!!'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/SApd9yFEyYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/v14YEmankdY/s72-c/dadi+janki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-1385561348451913205</id><published>2008-04-17T15:15:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:19:40.065+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got Nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>Review of 21 films</title><summary type='text'>Bootlegged films are VERY cheap in Iran—about 300 fils—so I brought smuggled in about 70 to Kuwait, hehehehehehehe....Here’s a one line review of 21 filmsNon-English Films  Hindi: Jodha Akbar: Recommended by Amu. Great cinematography. Loved the sword fighing scene between Ash and Hrithik :D The film got me to google Akbar the Great. Found out there were some historical inaccuracies but not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/1385561348451913205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=1385561348451913205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/1385561348451913205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/1385561348451913205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/review-of-19-films.html' title='Review of 21 films'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/SAdI6eGcEJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fcomgw_CxCo/s72-c/JodhaaAkbar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-2956792905944120331</id><published>2008-04-15T22:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:37:48.271+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The Tour Guide</title><summary type='text'>This post was written a week ago when I was still in IranEver had a feeling like…well like…like you are walking with…yourself. Several times during this trip to Iran I felt this way. Those times that I floated through familiar streets, streets whose walls were like a photo album …with each brick bringing back memories…memories that though you created no longer feel like yours…not the new you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/2956792905944120331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=2956792905944120331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2956792905944120331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2956792905944120331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/tour-guide.html' title='The Tour Guide'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/SAURleGcEEI/AAAAAAAAATY/LGYiFp49os0/s72-c/me+in+mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-6716979833701984291</id><published>2008-04-14T12:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:16:10.130+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>More random pictures from Tehran</title><summary type='text'>1. Picture of two mosques in Tehran for Intlxpatr   2. Is it too polluted for ya? :D Keep track of the amount of gases in the air in Shahrakeh Ghaarb  3. Love this idea. Tehran’s city Hall has placed book baskets on buses. This particular book is called, “Short stories from Pakistan”  4. Wall painting in Vanak SquareClose up of the same house 5. My ice cream :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/6716979833701984291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=6716979833701984291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/6716979833701984291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/6716979833701984291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-random-pictures-from-tehran.html' title='More random pictures from Tehran'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/SAMpxeGcDzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X6ve7OVcdOg/s72-c/mosque-in-fatimee-square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-4523953120783888313</id><published>2008-04-14T12:10:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:44:43.238+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>I FEEL ALIVE</title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh my good old friend has wrapped itself around me again. This time though it doesn’t come alone, Who are these friends? If I remember correctly that’s the sweet smell of a wild berry tree drenched in spring rain, and aahh there’s the cool air that’s bouncing off that brick wall, just listen to that music our pure stream is playing…yeah of course a canary has to be whistling amidst this ‘</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/4523953120783888313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=4523953120783888313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/4523953120783888313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/4523953120783888313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-alive.html' title='I FEEL ALIVE'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/SAMvfeGcECI/AAAAAAAAATI/FckrNEqMh4I/s72-c/swing-in-abas-abad-jungle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-2470270854745182586</id><published>2008-04-14T12:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:08:43.588+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Back Home from Home :D :D :D</title><summary type='text'>Mom and I are on a plane back to Kuwait. A family emergency has forced us to cut our trip short.     “So, what were you dreaming about?”  Still dazed, I could barely make out the face that asked me that question…it took the daze a few minutes to settle…moments later I could make out my mom’s bright big eyes.  “Huh?”  “You were smiling in your asleep…so..tell, tell?”   Tell, tell I will. In the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/2470270854745182586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=2470270854745182586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2470270854745182586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2470270854745182586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-home-from-home-d-d-d.html' title='Back Home from Home :D :D :D'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-2420907936514225486</id><published>2008-03-22T01:34:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:59:28.391+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clipped from the net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just wondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got Nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>Half the world celebrated something on Friday :D :D :D :D</title><summary type='text'>Mom and I will hit the road in about an hour. I couldn't sleep, got up to surf and came across this article. Brought a smile to my face, thought of sharing it:"...on this particular Friday, March 21, it seems almost no believer of any sort will be left without his or her own holiday. In what is statistically, at least, a once-in-a-millennium combination, the following will all occur on the 21st:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/2420907936514225486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=2420907936514225486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2420907936514225486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2420907936514225486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/03/half-world-celebrated-something-on.html' title='Half the world celebrated something on Friday :D :D :D :D'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R-Q6ojPXHZI/AAAAAAAAARE/LKn4yPD1pAc/s72-c/holiday_0319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-5328592837919711807</id><published>2008-03-20T21:45:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:57:42.404+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Our portable 7 Seens :D</title><summary type='text'>Since mom and I are going to be on the road most of the time, I got ourselves a portable Haft Seen as well...love the design :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/5328592837919711807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=5328592837919711807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/5328592837919711807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/5328592837919711807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-portable-7-seens-d.html' title='Our portable 7 Seens :D'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R-KzPzPXHYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9eln_bCgfxc/s72-c/P1010902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-5567563083106660522</id><published>2008-03-20T20:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:05:27.849+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 1386</title><summary type='text'>Twelve hours agoIt came, the morning breeze, the first breeze of spring. It whirled in, into my room, into my solitude, it twirled around, around my being, around my aura,, it surfed in, surfed careless into my being, into my soul. I am light, I am happy, I smile.  Only a couple of hours of 1386 is left. I close my eyes, tilt my head back, drop to my knees and the sigh lets itself out. A sigh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/5567563083106660522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=5567563083106660522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/5567563083106660522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/5567563083106660522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/03/goodbye-1386.html' title='Goodbye 1386'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R-Km-TPXHVI/AAAAAAAAAQk/n2QXtGyI15Y/s72-c/P1010851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-2676543256569005173</id><published>2008-03-20T20:13:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:14:45.000+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007</title><summary type='text'>I just realized that I never published this on this blog. So before publishing my next post, gotta go with this one first:Most people fall in love with their soul mates, children, pets, jobs, hobbies, or countries. Moi? What did I fall in love with this year? Here it is: This was my beloved:The year 2007Yep, the whole year itself. I LOVED 2007. This was the year of rude awakening for me. The year</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/2676543256569005173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=2676543256569005173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2676543256569005173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2676543256569005173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/03/goodbye-2007.html' title='Goodbye 2007'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R-KlaDPXHUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/R-eg1pY4lOw/s72-c/motto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-1036899766601132728</id><published>2008-03-14T20:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:26:42.398+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>Guess where I am :D</title><summary type='text'>So I managed to get a KD 14 ticket (including tax) from Jazzera Airlines to this country and flew in a couple of days ago. Let’s play a game of where I am. Here we go:Clue number 1:Ten minutes after landing I witness a scene that brought a smile to my face :) 40-year-old-angry-man #1: Eeey mister. The end of the line is there.50-year-old -don’t give a damn-man: I was here. Just left for a while</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/1036899766601132728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=1036899766601132728' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/1036899766601132728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/1036899766601132728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/03/guess-where-i-am-d.html' title='Guess where I am :D'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-9116606818585922008</id><published>2008-03-05T19:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:03:56.420+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got Nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>What do Da Vinci and I have in common? Polyphasic sleep</title><summary type='text'>Ever heard of Polyphasic sleep? Basically it’s sleeping in ‘multiple short phases’, i.e., you sleep for 2 hours, stay awake for 4, then sleep again for 2, stay awake for 4 and so on. Apparently this is the sleeping habits of some quite a number of world geniuses, namely Da Vinci, Lord Byron, Einstein (though not all the time)…and …well the mother of all inventors--Kramer (remember that episode </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/9116606818585922008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=9116606818585922008' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9116606818585922008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9116606818585922008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-do-my-and-da-vinci-have-in-common.html' title='What do Da Vinci and I have in common? Polyphasic sleep'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-6648259816664224888</id><published>2008-02-27T10:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:34:50.924+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just wondering'/><title type='text'>Are you a Goodman Brown?</title><summary type='text'>As she was talking to me, and I was conversing with her an old story started roaming somewhere in my head. I couldn't quite place the title, character, plot, but I felt I this story was what first installed a certain belief in me.  SHE: I trusted her, she was my role model. How could she do this?  ME: Come on, you two have been friends for 10 years now. Don’t let a little dispute ruin a great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/6648259816664224888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=6648259816664224888' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/6648259816664224888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/6648259816664224888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-goodman-brown.html' title='Are you a Goodman Brown?'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-3840943991512380754</id><published>2008-02-19T18:03:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:33:39.263+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got Nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>I 'heart' Dust</title><summary type='text'>  Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,Before we too into the Dust descend;Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and---sans End   Omar Khayam  Thank you Mr. Sand Storm. See I was sitting  on my @$$ scratching my head wondering how I’m going to fill up the 20 min rest time I have tomorrow, when in you come and splash dust all over my room. Get up and dust </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/3840943991512380754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=3840943991512380754' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3840943991512380754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3840943991512380754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-heart-dust.html' title='I &apos;heart&apos; Dust'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-8964220421208436339</id><published>2008-02-16T12:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:52:13.700+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got Nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>My apologizes to wordpress</title><summary type='text'>What do my car, my pda, my mobile, my camera, my laptop and wordpress have in common?1.       Things I spend more time with than my family2.       Names I have picked for my future kids3.       Things a certain dude thinks are possessed by the devil4.       Things that my 9 month old niece knows how to use better than me5.       The only words in English I know how to spell6.       Things I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/8964220421208436339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=8964220421208436339' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/8964220421208436339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/8964220421208436339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-apologizes-to-wordpress.html' title='My apologizes to wordpress'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-573150670946334766</id><published>2008-02-15T12:11:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:48:16.225+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Drops of Tears</title><summary type='text'>This little drop of tear fell coz your gorgeous baby smile won’t brighten up my day anymore,  This little drop of tear fell coz your cute laughter won’t fill our house anymore,  This little drop of tear fell coz I won’t have the joy of seeing you dance by jumping up and down,  This little drop of tear fell coz I won’t laugh every time you shake your head side to side refusing to eat baby food, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/573150670946334766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=573150670946334766' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/573150670946334766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/573150670946334766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/02/drops-of-tears.html' title='Drops of Tears'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R7VXdhI6GmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qPao5g-6YJY/s72-c/baby+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-5976215410713783693</id><published>2008-01-31T10:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:13:30.565+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Divine feeling</title><summary type='text'>Is there any feeling more divine than when a baby falls asleep on your chest?...especially if that baby is your 8 month old niecePS. Net is slow so would be adding pic laterUPDATE: Apparently there's a feeling more divine...having your own kid :(*goes to find the father of her child*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/5976215410713783693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=5976215410713783693' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/5976215410713783693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/5976215410713783693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/01/divine-feeling.html' title='Divine feeling'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-9120151879330950938</id><published>2008-01-27T11:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:04:42.733+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>My journey on this foggy day</title><summary type='text'>This pic is temporary; till i get off my (beep) and go out and take a pic of the fog)When I left the house this morning and was greeted by the light morning breeze and the magical foggy weather, I knew that something uplifting will happen today.On the car drive over to work, I heard a spiritual Hayedeh song I haven't heard in a long time; and when I came to work I took a trip into Hamad's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/9120151879330950938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=9120151879330950938' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9120151879330950938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9120151879330950938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-journey-on-this-foggy-day.html' title='My journey on this foggy day'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R5w8c_j_iOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/RIl0MbmVihg/s72-c/sharq+sky.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-9002560845597627148</id><published>2008-01-26T15:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:15:22.476+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week in Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just wondering'/><title type='text'>Week in review and the week ahead</title><summary type='text'>Week in review  &lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;1. Sis b-day and a free yoga video  Yesterday was my sister’s birthday. She’s the kind that makes a list. One of the items on her list was a yoga DVD, so I gave her this link: http://yoga.org.nz/yoga_vidoes_download1.htm  Happy birthday sis :D  PS. Oh, and in case you are wondering, yes she did make me get off my ass and go out and buy her and actual gift.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/9002560845597627148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=9002560845597627148' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9002560845597627148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9002560845597627148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-in-review-and-week-ahead.html' title='Week in review and the week ahead'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-2802601292838817347</id><published>2008-01-25T20:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:53:17.363+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got Nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>Blogger or Wordpress</title><summary type='text'>I’m bored stiff, so I’m gonna try something new. Every time I post sth on blogspot, I’ll also copy it here. Let me see which one of these hosts I would grow to love more .So far I like blogger more coz:It allows you to change the html code (on wordpress you can change it but can't save the new template unless you upgrade)It allows you to add any widget (including all the widgets on wordpress)I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/2802601292838817347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=2802601292838817347' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2802601292838817347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2802601292838817347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogger-or-wordpress.html' title='Blogger or Wordpress'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R5olkfj_iNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JWe13-5wfKo/s72-c/blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-4215434074906470568</id><published>2008-01-22T14:28:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:56:33.488+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>This little bear has just come out of hibernating :D</title><summary type='text'>Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu Frieda for your kind concern. All is well, and I am working on making it even better. So what have I been up to? Well, this cozy cold weather had put me into a deep soothing sleep…an awakening sleep.     What have I woken up to? That I want to set sail on a vagabond voyage…ok maybe not in the true sense of the word, but I want to step onto that open-ended road…the road with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/4215434074906470568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=4215434074906470568' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/4215434074906470568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/4215434074906470568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-little-bear-had-just-come-out-of.html' title='This little bear has just come out of hibernating :D'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R5XW3AKCorI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pXOkEoFVZ9s/s72-c/sleepy_bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-5521902682017038464</id><published>2007-12-22T21:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:49:11.433+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>Happy Eid, Christmas and Yalda Night</title><summary type='text'>Ouch my poor tummy. Yesterday (21st of December) I ate so much nuts (especially tomato toasted cashew), pomegranate, grapes and melon that I...hold on a sec...[censored]Ok, now I am feeling better. I can go...so where was I? Oh why did I ate so much you ask..well coz last night was Shab-e-Yalda :D :D :D....Translation==Yalda NighInstead of me explaning what Yalda night is, let me take the lazy (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/5521902682017038464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=5521902682017038464' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/5521902682017038464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/5521902682017038464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-eid-christmas-and-yalda-night.html' title='Happy Eid, Christmas and Yalda Night'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R21h2QKComI/AAAAAAAAAPE/9eL0kaWRins/s72-c/Shopping-Yalda-Tehran8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-4464495361853072200</id><published>2007-12-22T21:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:40:49.760+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Is it time?</title><summary type='text'>Pic taken on Sheweikh Beach  The dream was cartoon-like, images too flowery, colors too vivid, animation too vibrant…emotions it provoked too child-like.     Eyes smiled open, body floated off the bed, window slid aside, sweet morning breeze found its way into my lungs. The breeze dragged me onto the beach.     The fine sand grains massaged my whole existence. Too lost in my own entity to notice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/4464495361853072200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=4464495361853072200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/4464495361853072200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/4464495361853072200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-it-time.html' title='Is it time?'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R21aSAKCokI/AAAAAAAAAO0/prGy-SM5FVk/s72-c/IM000021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-4470084087429121818</id><published>2007-12-07T17:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:36:35.992+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><title type='text'>Liberating Tears</title><summary type='text'>Today I shed a couple of tears, silent tears, light tears, liberating tears.  Sometimes the traffic light takes longer than usual to turn green, you mind wonders, again the same old question is posed, again the long sought answer is  not found.  You sigh, your head tilts slightly to the left; then all of a sudden your eyes become entrapped by what it sees.  This pic was not taken on the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/4470084087429121818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=4470084087429121818' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/4470084087429121818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/4470084087429121818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/12/liberating-tears.html' title='Liberating Tears'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R1lZiUYY1xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BfOO3JEoCAw/s72-c/sky.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-6646680298212969687</id><published>2007-12-06T22:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:10:31.124+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuwait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>Mehrbano's Musical Ensemble in Kuwait</title><summary type='text'>Pic from 'The Daily Star'So in the 9 years I lived in Tehran how many times did I go a traditional Iranian concert—&gt; Zilch  How many traditional music Cd did I buy?-&gt;Zilch  How many traditional singles did I listen to?-&gt; Zilch  How many times did I switch channels and radio stations when a traditional music came on?-&gt; Billions      How excited did I become when I found out that Dar AlـAthar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/6646680298212969687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=6646680298212969687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/6646680298212969687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/6646680298212969687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/12/mehbanos-musical-ensemble-in-kuwait.html' title='Mehrbano&apos;s Musical Ensemble in Kuwait'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R1hSDUYY1wI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RYhh_NyqHGY/s72-c/mehbano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-2798187307018662804</id><published>2007-11-23T14:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T15:01:32.416+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><title type='text'>Baraka: A Spritual Film</title><summary type='text'>What a magical night it was last night! The soothing breeze didn’t let go of its embrace all night. With my mind clear, my heart light, my soul at ease it was the perfect night to watch “Baraka”.     Baraka is the first film of a “3 Evening Events” that ‘The Culture Sector Office’ of The Grand Mosque of Kuwait is hosting to promote inter cultural understanding.      And Baraka did exactly that. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/2798187307018662804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=2798187307018662804' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2798187307018662804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2798187307018662804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/baraka-spritual-film.html' title='Baraka: A Spritual Film'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R0a3W9OX_1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/L4CapSVYpHA/s72-c/t04540ucq93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-4335021785010892492</id><published>2007-11-21T10:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:05:51.799+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I am thankful for</title><summary type='text'>The day is looming, the eye spots the pen, the hand picks up the pen, the heart writes:     Thank you for bringing down my wall                                    I’m no longer a prisoner of my own  Thank you for glorifying the magic of life                                    I now savor the divinity of it all  Thank you for injecting the zest for living in me                                    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/4335021785010892492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=4335021785010892492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/4335021785010892492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/4335021785010892492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am thankful for'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/R0PgcdOX_xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kBtn8YXQTXA/s72-c/ThankYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-648406060267717360</id><published>2007-11-16T14:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:08:22.936+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class Stories'/><title type='text'>Yalla go home</title><summary type='text'>It wasn’t planned or anything, and it hadn’t nothing to do with the ‘letting go’ philosophy I have recently subscribed to; it was only coz it was ok to do so. Yesterday, I let me class go a whole FIVE minutes early.  I asked a question, I received my correct answer, I smiled and uttered, “Have a nice day.”  Nobody moved!!!! They all looked at each other. Then all eyes were on me.   We had just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/648406060267717360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=648406060267717360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/648406060267717360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/648406060267717360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/yalla-go-home.html' title='Yalla go home'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-496582501797448285</id><published>2007-11-14T22:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T22:32:46.040+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Idiot no more</title><summary type='text'>To  Maman and Baba, I'm sorry for:Not realizing why you got so upset with me last night for preferring to stay home rather than joining you guys out. I now realize if you hadn't missed me so much you wouldn't have got so angry. I now realize your anger was the translation of your love.I'm such an idiot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/496582501797448285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=496582501797448285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/496582501797448285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/496582501797448285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-maman-and-baba-im-sorry-for-not.html' title='Idiot no more'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/RztH80C9LHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rO179S97FX0/s72-c/sorry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-9171632006181163114</id><published>2007-11-12T20:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:14:44.247+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class Stories'/><title type='text'>Students say the darnest things</title><summary type='text'>After being a teacher for over 12 years, I thought I had heard it all in class. My favorite grammar error is: he-him, she-shim  Of course, I believe this one is taken from a Kuwaiti play called “Bye bye London”.Today I heard one that I for one had never heard before. We were practicing the object pronouns. I wanted them to ask me to give them what I am holding. So I held up 1 pen and a student </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/9171632006181163114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=9171632006181163114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9171632006181163114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/9171632006181163114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/students-say-darnest-things.html' title='Students say the darnest things'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-3877998046159059748</id><published>2007-11-12T00:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:58:31.924+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>Iman Maleki's Omens of Hafez</title><summary type='text'>I love the emails forwarded from my friends. One particular email that I have received numerous times from various people is the paintings of Iman Maleki.   First time I saw his painting entitled “Omen of Hafiz” I froze--there was something in there that took me far away.  Away to an era lost somewhere in the back alleys of my memories, away to a land my soul longed to connect… but never did—it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/3877998046159059748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=3877998046159059748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3877998046159059748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/3877998046159059748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/iman-malekis-omens-of-hafez.html' title='Iman Maleki&apos;s Omens of Hafez'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok_k3ceGjgM/Rzdt6MDA6gI/AAAAAAAAANs/1V1FnoaSxEo/s72-c/IM+Omens-of-Hafez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-8306514085554237876</id><published>2007-11-11T00:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:12:40.992+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>To answer Intxlptr question: Source of the new name “Mirror Polisher”</title><summary type='text'>Though I did become familiar with the concept of polishing mirrors through studying Sufism, I have not used it with the same symbolic meaning.   Why Mirror Polisher? Coz I used to dread mirrors. I would only look into one in the mornings when brushing my hair, and even then only at my hair, never into my eyes. For some reason, staring straight into my own eyes wasn’t too comfortable for me. Maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/8306514085554237876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=8306514085554237876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/8306514085554237876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/8306514085554237876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-answer-intxlptr-question-source-of.html' title='To answer Intxlptr question: Source of the new name “Mirror Polisher”'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-7335111833786766149</id><published>2007-11-10T15:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:20:16.445+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Attan: updated</title><summary type='text'>About the video:"Attan is a traditional Afghan dance. It is said to be one of oldest Afghan Pagan dance, some identify Attan as an a religious ceremony of early Zoroastrians placing it 2000 BCE, and some have placed even older going back to King Yama's celebration of Nowroz and warriors dancing and circling around the fire. King Yama was the first Afghan king dating back to 3500 BCE. This was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/7335111833786766149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=7335111833786766149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/7335111833786766149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/7335111833786766149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/attan.html' title='Attan: updated'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-738221517635820980</id><published>2007-11-09T12:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:00:57.675+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>"The Distance"</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this post on my old blog but just realized I never published it. It was in the drafts. Well, Mirror Polisher is publishing it:I dunno why these days every time I listen to an Iranian song I automatically start translating it in my head. It forces me to go beyond the melody, relate to the words, live the story behind the lyrics so to speak.Anyway, this particular song kinda reminds me of a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/738221517635820980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=738221517635820980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/738221517635820980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/738221517635820980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/distance.html' title='&quot;The Distance&quot;'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-1508433968880432837</id><published>2007-11-09T02:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:42:57.394+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Blogiversary</title><summary type='text'>Now this is weird. I just realized that my very first post on my old blog was exactly a year ago.Now what are the odds that I choose the same date to start both blogs!!!!I wonder if Nov 9th symbolizes anything else in my existence...hmmmm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/1508433968880432837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=1508433968880432837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/1508433968880432837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/1508433968880432837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/blogiversary.html' title='Blogiversary'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-2695630205757164716</id><published>2007-11-09T00:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:28:32.294+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>My New "Magical" Template</title><summary type='text'>Me 'heart' me new template :DIt's called "Magical" which happens to be my favorite word :DI downloaded it from here. It comes with 3 widgets:Magical Mirror Images: This script features a different image on a mirror background each time you reload the page. All of the images are animated gif images, and include spooky quotes, a moving eye and a quill which writes by itselfMagical Thoughts: This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/2695630205757164716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=2695630205757164716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2695630205757164716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/2695630205757164716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-magical-template.html' title='My New &quot;Magical&quot; Template'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487972880810587679.post-5303594104364830676</id><published>2007-11-08T16:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:25:12.086+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Why I had to delete my blog?</title><summary type='text'>It was therapeutic.  “Magical Droplets” (my old blog) was inaugurated out of sheer boredom. It however turned out to be one of the best things to ever happen to me. Through my posts I was driven into a journey, a journey within, within my soul, a soul I had lost touched with, a soul I had despised, a pathetic soul, a soul I had to kill, a soul I eventually had to revive.  I ended up with inner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/feeds/5303594104364830676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487972880810587679&amp;postID=5303594104364830676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/5303594104364830676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487972880810587679/posts/default/5303594104364830676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorpolisher.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-i-had-to-delete-my-blog.html' title='Why I had to delete my blog?'/><author><name>Mirror Polisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06199825591719621864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t141/magicaldroplets/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
