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Bet vel atsakymas : tiesiog zais, nenorek suprasti; norejimas suprasti - tik dar vienas troskimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;PYKTIS - kaip rasts ant vandes, rastas ant smelio, rastas ant akmens, rastas ant metalo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*** Kodel taip: apakti, kad pamatytum; viska prarasti, kad atsigreztum; isnykti, ad sugriztum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;,, Atrask vaika savyje ir zaisk. Lanskciai susitaikyk su giliais paradoksais, su tariamais gyvenimo priestaravimais, neziurek i save taip rimtai. Bandyk matyti pasauli nevertindamas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kokia paprasta ir veiksminga cionykstes laimes formule: buti laimingam, kad tau gimtant suteikta dovana - kvepuoti.&lt;...&gt; Tarp tu dveiju mirksniu - ikvepimo ir iskvepimo - yra sekundes dalelyte, kurioje tvyro aboliuri ramybe, be jokios minties. Tai Tiesios erdve, urioje dieviska jega. i ja reiki susikaupti, kol ji trunka. Taip mes patiriame save."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Birute Mar - Cinamonu kvepiantys namai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/TEixoLHmQ7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/TW7oxqSidFg/s1600/cinamonas_edit1_thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496838648943231922" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/TEixoLHmQ7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/TW7oxqSidFg/s320/cinamonas_edit1_thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/TEiyDwVGhPI/AAAAAAAABRE/GsAEGW9biH4/s1600/mujeresdelaIndia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496839122788451570" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/TEiyDwVGhPI/AAAAAAAABRE/GsAEGW9biH4/s320/mujeresdelaIndia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7828309608957608764?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7828309608957608764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7828309608957608764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7828309608957608764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7828309608957608764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-sukuriau-taip-vadinama-atsitiktinuma.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/TEixoLHmQ7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/TW7oxqSidFg/s72-c/cinamonas_edit1_thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6671276355811323716</id><published>2010-07-08T23:53:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:24:15.186+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-Birute Mar-Cinamonu kvepiantys namai</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Apie Indija. pagaliu padejo man ja suprasti. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;...&gt; o gal jiems kitaip butu sunku isgyventi, be tikejimo, kad viss sitas skurdas laikinas, kad jau nesyk cia buvom, kad vel kitaip sugrizim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tikriausiai del to vos tave pamate, cionyskciai zvelgi lyg i artima - tiki, kad vel sutiko savo prejusio gyvenimo broli, seseri, vaika.Gal cia gimsta jau daug ko ismoke sielos Jau zinancios, kad i si tarpsni tarp gimimo - mirties atejo tik mokytis nusimesti troskimu audeklus, nutrinti laikins vardu ir dormu ribas&lt;..&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Kodel tai, ka cia vadiname stebuklais, ten daznai - realybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491644611191988306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/TDY9rYrJYFI/AAAAAAAABQ0/QJm8Ox3U_PE/s320/cinamonukvepnamai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6671276355811323716?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6671276355811323716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6671276355811323716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6671276355811323716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6671276355811323716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2010/07/birute-mar-cinamonu-kvepiantys-namai.html' title='-Birute Mar-Cinamonu kvepiantys namai'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/TDY9rYrJYFI/AAAAAAAABQ0/QJm8Ox3U_PE/s72-c/cinamonukvepnamai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6201395483469846441</id><published>2010-05-04T00:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:42:04.750+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- waiting for some inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467161887440162226" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S7jkIIB9SpI/AAAAAAAABQk/XAq_szlUfLg/s320/mLSRsDBUGqz0nb4awpuBcckno1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6281914322157260254?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6281914322157260254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6281914322157260254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6281914322157260254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6281914322157260254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2010/04/quiero-saber-de-ti.html' title='- quiero saber de ti.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S7jkIIB9SpI/AAAAAAAABQk/XAq_szlUfLg/s72-c/mLSRsDBUGqz0nb4awpuBcckno1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7696105067823203989</id><published>2010-03-05T00:28:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:07:45.238+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Suvalgykite mane. Agnes Desarthe.  Mangez-Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;...&gt;Man reikia uztvankos tarp saves ir saves. Kaip sulaikyti kylancius prisiminimus? Kaip atplesti samone nuo praeities?Ka daryti, kad niekas nepriminti, neliudintu, nebutu panasu? Kaip sunaikinti aida? Kodel visas gyvenimas yra nesiliaujantis grizimas atgal? Ir kodel klaidos visada tos pacios? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tarsi butume isimyleje savo kvailuma, nesugebejima daryti tai, ka reikia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S5A6eBEgeJI/AAAAAAAABQc/NCVbp2fb7vs/s1600-h/mengez+moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444916236848756882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S5A6eBEgeJI/AAAAAAAABQc/NCVbp2fb7vs/s320/mengez+moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;...&gt;Suprantu, kodel didieji mistikai gyvena skaistybeje. Jie neapsikrove. Neturi ne gramo balasto ir lekia pirmyn. jokio nukrypimo nuo kelio, jokiu suletinimu, tiesiai i tiksla. Bet i koki tiksla? Kaip gyventi be meiles perspektyvos? Kaip niekada nenukreipti zvilgsnio nuo horizonto? o, kaip bijociau mirties jei tureciau stai taip, be nukrypimu, be didziules kliuties - aistros - lekti tiesiai i pragara! Uz ko kabintis? Galvoju apie nutiesta virs nebuties tilta, vedanti i amzinybe, vis pranosktanti meno kurini, kuri vien meile gali pastatyi. Ka Benas sugalvojo, kas padeda perzengti nepastebimus ir svaiginncius kasdienybes tarpeklius?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;...&gt;Pamirsau pavadinimus, autorius ir siandien atmintyje islikusi tik Alisa, kuri stengiasi isspresti keblia laiko ir erdves misle: turi tapti zemesne, kad ieitu pro mazytes dureles, bet kai susitraukia, prisimena, kad rakta pamirso ant keturis kartus uz save didesnes spinteles, taigi jai vel reikia issitiebti, kad atitaisytu klaida. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As taip pat niekada nebunu reikiamo ugio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;...&gt;Ir naktyje yra dienos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Neapykanta, kuria jauciame seniau myletam zmogui, neturi nieko bendra su kitomis neapykantomis. Ja maitina buvusi meile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guliu viena nepazistmoje lovoje. Jauciu begline vienatve kaip vaikas, kuris atsibunda svetimuose namuose. Cia atnese meiganti. Nezino, keino rankos ji ankti pagulde, kieno sypsena pasitiks nubudusi, nezino, kokie ziu namu pprociai ir nedrista keltis is baimes pazadinti kitus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7696105067823203989?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7696105067823203989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7696105067823203989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7696105067823203989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7696105067823203989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2010/03/suvalgykite-mane-agnes-desarthe-mangez.html' title='- Suvalgykite mane. Agnes Desarthe.  Mangez-Moi'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S5A6eBEgeJI/AAAAAAAABQc/NCVbp2fb7vs/s72-c/mengez+moi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6463742605242390209</id><published>2010-02-24T23:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:35:07.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- La practica abusiva del juego crea adiccion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S4Wa1LBqg6I/AAAAAAAABQU/XS_SONIFR8A/s1600-h/klases.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S4Wa1LBqg6I/AAAAAAAABQU/XS_SONIFR8A/s320/klases.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441925963030627234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zaidimas kuria priklausomybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6463742605242390209?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6463742605242390209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6463742605242390209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6463742605242390209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6463742605242390209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-practica-abusiva-del-juego-crea.html' title='- La practica abusiva del juego crea adiccion'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S4Wa1LBqg6I/AAAAAAAABQU/XS_SONIFR8A/s72-c/klases.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-5639904768764564866</id><published>2010-02-19T19:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:53:21.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Cia ir dabar. FLOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S4WPUmNZFzI/AAAAAAAABP8/sm-qAt1Mxio/s1600-h/flow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S4WPUmNZFzI/AAAAAAAABP8/sm-qAt1Mxio/s320/flow+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441913308763985714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;...&gt; sprendimas - LEISTI JAUSMUI BUTI. Tai reiskia: ,buk atviras aplinkybems, kad ir kokios jos butu, nesistenk manipuliuoti, kurti strategiju ar kitaip keisti patirties. Neteisk, nevertink, nestumk, bet ir neisikibk".&lt;br /&gt;Sunkiu jausmu priemimas nereiskia, kad jums patinka jusu busena. Priemimas - ne pasidavimas. Jei priimate savo jausmus tokius, kokie jie yra, nereiskia, kad nuleidziate rankas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;...&gt; Tai - ne tikslas, Ir patenkti niekur nereikia. Jus jau cia. Ir dabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galime meluoti sau, taciau mes priimme sprendima netgi tuomet, kai nieko nesprenziame ar manipuliuojame kitais, siekdami,kad jie nusprestu uz mus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Psichologija Tau 2009 Rugsejis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-5639904768764564866?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/5639904768764564866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=5639904768764564866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5639904768764564866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5639904768764564866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2010/02/cia-ir-dabar.html' title='- Cia ir dabar. FLOW'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S4WPUmNZFzI/AAAAAAAABP8/sm-qAt1Mxio/s72-c/flow+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4333689111101865047</id><published>2010-02-14T00:32:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:24:09.664+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Ni los malos son tan malos; ni los buenos, tan buenos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S3cz3VeeCMI/AAAAAAAABPs/swOhNURk4fY/s1600-h/pubas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S3cz3VeeCMI/AAAAAAAABPs/swOhNURk4fY/s320/pubas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437872100823926978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si me concentro, puedo revivir incluso el momento justo en que me atravesó el rayo.&lt;br /&gt;Y la lluvia. Y su pelo. Y todo aquello.&lt;br /&gt;Y podría repetirlo. Y escribírmelo de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero quiero ser tacaña y no gastarme las imágenes.&lt;br /&gt;A veces pienso que me he escrito a mí misma un guión amañado y lleno de trampas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Parentesis) &lt;br /&gt;El Secreto Mejor Guardado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4333689111101865047?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4333689111101865047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4333689111101865047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4333689111101865047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4333689111101865047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2010/02/ni-los-malos-son-tan-malos-ni-los.html' title='- Ni los malos son tan malos; ni los buenos, tan buenos'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S3cz3VeeCMI/AAAAAAAABPs/swOhNURk4fY/s72-c/pubas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-5514485402094653079</id><published>2010-02-11T23:42:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:15:06.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Up In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S3cxaQP8WrI/AAAAAAAABPk/rbDmqgyNdoQ/s1600-h/lektuvas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S3cxaQP8WrI/AAAAAAAABPk/rbDmqgyNdoQ/s200/lektuvas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437869402181360306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000123/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ryan Bingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the things you probably hate about travelling -the recycled air, the artificial lighting, the digital juice dispensers, the cheap sushi- are warm reminders that I'm home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much does your life weight? &lt;..&gt; Make no mistake your relationships are the heaviest components in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt1073381"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000123/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ryan Bingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I thought I was a part of your life. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0267812/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alex Goran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I thought we signed up for the same thing... I thought our relationship was perfectly clear. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are an escape.&lt;/span&gt; You're a break from our normal lives. You're a parenthesis. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000123/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ryan Bingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm a parenthesis?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happened? How exactly do you mean? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3702105/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;San Francisco Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; You graduated top of your class. You could have had your pick of employment, including right here. Instead, you went to Omaha to... fire people for a living? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0447695/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Natalie Keener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Challenging work. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3702105/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;San Francisco Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I'll say. I couldn't imagine doing that day in and day out. Especially not in this climate. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0447695/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Natalie Keener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I... followed a boy. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3702105/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;San Francisco Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I guess we've all done that at some point in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BUDbaeuWSI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BUDbaeuWSI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-5514485402094653079?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/5514485402094653079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=5514485402094653079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5514485402094653079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5514485402094653079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2010/02/up-in-air.html' title='- Up In The Air'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S3cxaQP8WrI/AAAAAAAABPk/rbDmqgyNdoQ/s72-c/lektuvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1677006638537312618</id><published>2010-02-02T03:30:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T03:49:09.145+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- postsecret.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/S2eC1hSEOOI/AAAAAAAABPU/vQVfDO7iYpI/s1600-h/make-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433455331424614626" style="WIDTH: 185px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Svx1ANbViXI/AAAAAAAABO0/H1KBUS16pOo/s200/lova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotokudra.lt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.fotokudra.lt/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7367005883641336094?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7367005883641336094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7367005883641336094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7367005883641336094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7367005883641336094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/11/intento-numero-ocho.html' title='- Intento número ocho.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Svx1ANbViXI/AAAAAAAABO0/H1KBUS16pOo/s72-c/lova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4404431772081104468</id><published>2009-11-12T15:40:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:57:54.921+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Mi gente!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwfVXomW2I/AAAAAAAABOU/lMhgrURlFKA/s1600-h/DSCF7102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403228104919767906" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwfVXomW2I/AAAAAAAABOU/lMhgrURlFKA/s200/DSCF7102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwUMam8UbI/AAAAAAAABN0/hwdKdq_A6uM/s1600-h/DSCF7086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403215856471396786" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwUMam8UbI/AAAAAAAABN0/hwdKdq_A6uM/s320/DSCF7086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwamgwPp-I/AAAAAAAABOE/6w8xTZ2UVp8/s1600-h/DSCF7050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403222901867390946" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwamgwPp-I/AAAAAAAABOE/6w8xTZ2UVp8/s320/DSCF7050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwbvQ6IERI/AAAAAAAABOM/ofHcP_721rg/s1600-h/DSCF7090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403224151744319762" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwbvQ6IERI/AAAAAAAABOM/ofHcP_721rg/s320/DSCF7090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwaN_QU0kI/AAAAAAAABN8/lVBB3Rwhh8Q/s1600-h/DSCF7121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403222480558281282" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwaN_QU0kI/AAAAAAAABN8/lVBB3Rwhh8Q/s320/DSCF7121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Svwf7tbLb7I/AAAAAAAABOc/47uLDthaByo/s1600-h/DSCF7192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403228763604086706" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Svwf7tbLb7I/AAAAAAAABOc/47uLDthaByo/s200/DSCF7192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* 29Oct-10Nov Vilnius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4404431772081104468?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4404431772081104468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4404431772081104468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4404431772081104468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4404431772081104468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/11/29oct-10nov-vilnius.html' title='- Mi gente!!'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SvwfVXomW2I/AAAAAAAABOU/lMhgrURlFKA/s72-c/DSCF7102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-8565728893817256492</id><published>2009-10-28T02:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:02:22.431+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Hoy voy a tomarme 2 tabletas de ilusión</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...voy a hacer mi casita en el aire&lt;br /&gt;pa' que no la moleste nadie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SueXwFh7cDI/AAAAAAAABNs/2aSpPWtdFWw/s1600-h/1324626135_800366da0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397449530800828466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SueXwFh7cDI/AAAAAAAABNs/2aSpPWtdFWw/s320/1324626135_800366da0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-8565728893817256492?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/8565728893817256492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=8565728893817256492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8565728893817256492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8565728893817256492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoy-voy-tomarme-2-tabletas-de-ilusion.html' title='- Hoy voy a tomarme 2 tabletas de ilusión'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SueXwFh7cDI/AAAAAAAABNs/2aSpPWtdFWw/s72-c/1324626135_800366da0c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6753549655344005444</id><published>2009-10-21T02:50:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:33:54.347+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- El osito gominola.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miedo de volver a los infiernos&lt;br /&gt;Miedo a que me tengas miedo&lt;br /&gt;A tenerte que olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;Miedo de quererte sin quererlo,&lt;br /&gt;De encontrarte de repente,&lt;br /&gt;De no verte nunca más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395553497032769554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDbUZVBQBI/AAAAAAAABMU/u4cSZdI-dHk/s200/mergaite.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;vertigo de vivir en una ciudad que ha perdido el significado&lt;br /&gt;vértigo de alquilar mi vida a diario&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6753549655344005444?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6753549655344005444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6753549655344005444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6753549655344005444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6753549655344005444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/10/parentesis.html' title='- El osito gominola.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDbUZVBQBI/AAAAAAAABMU/u4cSZdI-dHk/s72-c/mergaite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-8258277653422218900</id><published>2009-10-20T03:31:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:42:56.868+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- El sueño de verte me anima a seguir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/St0GIR8cpnI/AAAAAAAABL8/FJiDh6t9_dg/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474667985380978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/St0GIR8cpnI/AAAAAAAABL8/FJiDh6t9_dg/s320/train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A veces uno despierta en medio de la oscuridad más absoluta, aunque afuera brille el sol, se perdió el rumbo, no se sabe dónde es arriba y dónde abajo, y luchamos por salir sin éxito... sin saber bien cómo o por qué, tocamos fondo y nos deshacemos en lágrimas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y un día salimos a conquistar a los demonios... el sol calienta de nuevo, el corazón se nos llena de primavera... casi podemos escuchar las cosas buenas que vienen desde lejos a nuestro encuentro... Cuando eso pasa solo hay que abrir los brazos para recibir... y sonreír, sonreír siempre... atesorando esta cálida sensación para que cuando regresen los inviernos del alma, nos recuerde que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;volver a sonreír es posible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-8258277653422218900?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/8258277653422218900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=8258277653422218900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8258277653422218900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8258277653422218900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-sueno-de-verte-me-anima-seguir.html' title='- El sueño de verte me anima a seguir.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/St0GIR8cpnI/AAAAAAAABL8/FJiDh6t9_dg/s72-c/train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-2933677135762672884</id><published>2009-08-18T21:49:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:13:40.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Alessandro Baricco - Novecento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ora tu pensa: un pianoforte. I tasti iniziano. I tasti finiscono. Tu sai che sono 88, su questo nessuno può fregarti. Non sono infiniti, loro. Tu sei infinito, e dentro quei tasti, infinita è la musica che puoi suonare. Loro sono 88, tu sei infinito. Questo a me piace. Questo lo si può vivere. Ma se tu, ma se io salgo su quella scaletta, e davanti a me si srotola una tastiera di milioni di tasti, milioni e miliardi di tasti, che non finiscono mai, e questa è la verita', che non finiscono mai e quella tastiera è infinita... Se quella tastiera è infinita, allora su quella tastiera non c'è musica che puoi suonare. Tu sei seduto sul seggiolino sbagliato: quello è il pianoforte su cui suona Dio. Cristo, ma le vedevi le strade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solo le strade. Ce n'è a migliaia, come fate voi laggiù a sceglierne una, a scegliere una donna, una casa, una terra che sia la vostra, un paesaggio da guardare, un modo di morire. Tutto quel mondo, quel mondo addosso che nemmeno sai dove finisce e&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;quanto ce n'è.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371378870469585554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sor4n7hg6pI/AAAAAAAABLs/CC3VhNegWo4/s320/1788349325_c799a1ef57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dabar isivaizduok: fortepijonas. Klavisu pradzia. Klavisu pabaiga. Zinau, kad ju 88, nieks neuzgincys. Ne begaliniai jie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu, begalinis, tu, ir tuose klavisuose muzika begaline, kuria sugroji. Ju 88. Tu esi begalinis, Stai kas man patinka.Ta gali patirti. Bet jei tu/Bet jei as islipsiu nuo sio laiptelio, o priesas mane drieksis milijonu klavisu klaviatura, milijonu, milijardu /Milijonai, milijardai klavisu, jie niekad nesibaigia, ir tikra teisybe, kad niekad nesibaigia, nes begaline si klaviatura /Jei si klaviatura begaline, tuomet /Sioje klaviaturoje neslypi muzika, kuria galetum groti. Ne i savo vezima isedai: siuo fortepijonu skambina Dievas /&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jezau, bet ar tu matei kelius? /Maciau, ju tukstanciai, kaip jus ten issirenkat savaji /Issirenkat moteri /Namus, zeme, kuri butu jusu, peizaza, kad ziuretum i ji, ir buda, kaip numirti /Tas visas pasaulis ant peciu, ir net nenutuoki, kur jis pasibaigia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-2933677135762672884?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/2933677135762672884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=2933677135762672884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2933677135762672884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2933677135762672884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/08/alessandro-baricco-novecento.html' title='- Alessandro Baricco - Novecento'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sor4n7hg6pI/AAAAAAAABLs/CC3VhNegWo4/s72-c/1788349325_c799a1ef57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1180448006088427400</id><published>2009-08-18T21:42:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:27:21.674+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- No olvides a volver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ven y deja que te ame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ven, prometo abrazarte mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confieso que al despertar de madrugada, por unos instantes, rebusco en mi cabeza mil excusas que dar para no tener que separarme de ti. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1180448006088427400?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1180448006088427400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1180448006088427400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1180448006088427400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1180448006088427400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-olvides-volver.html' title='- No olvides a volver.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7283539843376490949</id><published>2009-08-05T23:19:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:31:55.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Porque sentir siempre es preferible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SnnsERTO9MI/AAAAAAAABLk/o8NmXdjAvbI/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366579989096363202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SnnsERTO9MI/AAAAAAAABLk/o8NmXdjAvbI/s200/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre la pena y la nada,&lt;br /&gt;elijo la pena...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;"Las palmeras salvajes"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366577908025911170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SnnqLItX54I/AAAAAAAABLc/OP2dgRBBlus/s320/breaking+heat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7283539843376490949?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7283539843376490949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7283539843376490949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7283539843376490949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7283539843376490949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/08/porque-sentir-siempre-es-preferible.html' title='- Porque sentir siempre es preferible...'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SnnsERTO9MI/AAAAAAAABLk/o8NmXdjAvbI/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-2088560354900325650</id><published>2009-06-01T15:24:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:22:18.616+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- 3rd Vilnius Salsa Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPSyQt-A1I/AAAAAAAABLE/tQWpzf1sfV0/s1600-h/4299_1103263354092_1601989718_242230_5135099_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342345343914607442" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPSyQt-A1I/AAAAAAAABLE/tQWpzf1sfV0/s200/4299_1103263354092_1601989718_242230_5135099_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPRCsmd8fI/AAAAAAAABK8/ORyQzHIGboo/s1600-h/IMG_2086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342343427253989874" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPRCsmd8fI/AAAAAAAABK8/ORyQzHIGboo/s200/IMG_2086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPP-ktg9oI/AAAAAAAABKs/GAsx6_LcHio/s1600-h/IMG_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342342256904959618" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPP-ktg9oI/AAAAAAAABKs/GAsx6_LcHio/s200/IMG_1811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was definitely great experience and a perfect 'reason' to come back home for those days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So good to meet old friends, improve dancing skills and to have a wonderful time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPPHeSNIRI/AAAAAAAABKc/oya87vBfGzY/s1600-h/IMG_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342341310286995730" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPPHeSNIRI/AAAAAAAABKc/oya87vBfGzY/s200/IMG_1650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPPoWIj3jI/AAAAAAAABKk/8vJICQSgpfc/s1600-h/IMG_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342341875034742322" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPPoWIj3jI/AAAAAAAABKk/8vJICQSgpfc/s200/IMG_1656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-2088560354900325650?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/2088560354900325650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=2088560354900325650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2088560354900325650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2088560354900325650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/06/3rd-vilnius-salsa-festival.html' title='- 3rd Vilnius Salsa Festival'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SiPSyQt-A1I/AAAAAAAABLE/tQWpzf1sfV0/s72-c/4299_1103263354092_1601989718_242230_5135099_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3832969740106113325</id><published>2009-05-21T11:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:03:11.906+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Chirstian Bobin - Dziuge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ShUSSY73IXI/AAAAAAAABKU/U685J5TJ1x0/s1600-h/dziuge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338193040458064242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ShUSSY73IXI/AAAAAAAABKU/U685J5TJ1x0/s320/dziuge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Albenas turi paslapti. Paslaptis - tai tarsi auksas. Auksas tuo grazus, jog blizga. Kad blizgetu, nereikia laikyti jko paslepto, reikia istraukti i deinos sviesa. Panasiai ir su apslaptimi. jei tik vienas ja zinai, ji niekas. &lt;strong&gt;Reikia ja pasakyti, kad taptu paslaptimi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lengva parduoti vandeni dykumoje. Visi ta gali padaryti. Tikrasis atstovas yra tas, kuris parduota smeli Sacharos klajokliui. &lt;...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tu man aptinki vaikine, bet tave istiks katastrofa, jei neisiminsi sios pamokos, penkiolikos metu isminties: kad parduotum, turi parduoti save. O tu, sakytumei, esi nemokamas. Imi nepasitiketi. &lt;strong&gt;Tavo puodai galetu buti is aukso, bet kai kalbi, justi, kad tu tuo netiki&lt;/strong&gt;. Net jei veltui juos atiduotum, neikas ju nenoretu. &lt;...&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tu myli zmones, o reikia juos suvilioti.&lt;/em&gt; Tai ne tas pat, supranti, tai visai ne tas pat. Tu juos per daug myli. Tu juos taip myli, kad nebeturi ko jiems parduoti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3832969740106113325?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3832969740106113325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3832969740106113325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3832969740106113325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3832969740106113325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/05/chirstian-bobin-dziuge.html' title='- Chirstian Bobin - Dziuge.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ShUSSY73IXI/AAAAAAAABKU/U685J5TJ1x0/s72-c/dziuge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6844819980667371618</id><published>2009-05-05T23:06:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:49:19.354+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- tas zydejimas geguzes naktu...</title><content type='html'>Mayo - el mes favorito, porque todo florece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333151270503271970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SgMo0wPFTiI/AAAAAAAABKM/Yg2jTCdOJZ4/s200/ziedai+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The month of may used to be my favorite month of the year..&lt;br /&gt;And I remember WHY- all that blooming that starts in may... u've been waitin all the winter long...&lt;br /&gt;Now its one of the things I miss the most...&lt;br /&gt;Taip pasiilgau kad net graudu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;fotos - Agne D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pro numirimų sūkurį&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Skrendu, krentu griaustinyje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nes nėra laiko lūkuriuot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nes dega visos linijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Akim ir lūpom paimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Žydėjimą pašėlusį,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Klajodamas po kaimus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Birželio debesėliuose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;* H. Radauskas. Pasiutes zydejimas. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SgMnqqqgf-I/AAAAAAAABKE/rpltlwV22Ls/s1600-h/blooming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333149997697368034" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SgMnqqqgf-I/AAAAAAAABKE/rpltlwV22Ls/s200/blooming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SgMm1GhdmPI/AAAAAAAABJ0/8-4iMXCLaNc/s1600-h/zydejimas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333149077462685938" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SgMm1GhdmPI/AAAAAAAABJ0/8-4iMXCLaNc/s200/zydejimas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SgMnB8iDymI/AAAAAAAABJ8/_uLiRSfkIsc/s1600-h/ziedai3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333149298119133794" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SgMnB8iDymI/AAAAAAAABJ8/_uLiRSfkIsc/s200/ziedai3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6844819980667371618?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6844819980667371618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6844819980667371618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6844819980667371618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6844819980667371618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/05/zydejimas-geguzes-naktu.html' title='- tas zydejimas geguzes naktu...'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SgMo0wPFTiI/AAAAAAAABKM/Yg2jTCdOJZ4/s72-c/ziedai+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1749885238072755163</id><published>2009-04-14T20:57:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:16:40.627+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- La diada de Sant Jordi en Catalonia - 23 of April</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324613420889896130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SeTTsf5rdMI/AAAAAAAABJk/iJh9l-DLsNw/s200/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sant Jordi (Saint George) is the patron saint of Catalonia.&lt;br /&gt;The legend says that St. George was fighting the wicked dragon that held the princess captive. Finally St. George kills the dragon and on the spot where the dragons blood was spilled a rose grew as a symbol of love and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;April 23rd was not only famous because of the legend of St. George, but also because it is the anniversary of the death of two great writers: Cervantes and Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;On this day, the main tradition in Catalonia is to exchange gifts -- men give their gilrfriends roses, and women give their boyfriends a book.&lt;br /&gt;Is often compared to Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, love is definitely in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1749885238072755163?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1749885238072755163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1749885238072755163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1749885238072755163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1749885238072755163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-diada-de-sant-jordi-en-catalonia-23.html' title='- La diada de Sant Jordi en Catalonia - 23 of April'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SeTTsf5rdMI/AAAAAAAABJk/iJh9l-DLsNw/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6806921270143237745</id><published>2009-04-10T14:29:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:40:44.254+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Easter traditions in Catalonia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd82eA1928I/AAAAAAAABI8/v8f_7EAQR_w/s1600-h/mona+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323033173825543106" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd82eA1928I/AAAAAAAABI8/v8f_7EAQR_w/s200/mona+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd85ANRHVJI/AAAAAAAABJE/zqh9iySt-p8/s1600-h/mona3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323035960299443346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd85ANRHVJI/AAAAAAAABJE/zqh9iySt-p8/s200/mona3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd8yCUNcT_I/AAAAAAAABI0/NikjITsnvR8/s1600-h/mona_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323028299941433330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd8yCUNcT_I/AAAAAAAABI0/NikjITsnvR8/s200/mona_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In Catalonia the most important culinary tradition is making the 'Mona de Pascua' cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The tradition, that dates from the 15th century, is that the “mona” is the present that the godfather (or the godmother) give to his godson in Easter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mona’ is a word derived from the Arabic word ‘munna’meaning ‘gift’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Originally, marzipan cakes decorated with boiled eggs, but these days more likely to be substituted by figures made in chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chocolatiers and bakers compete to make the most spectacular 'Mona de Pascua'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd8xXCc2xAI/AAAAAAAABIs/Zbwf7BDJOAg/s1600-h/mona.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323027556439868418" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd8xXCc2xAI/AAAAAAAABIs/Zbwf7BDJOAg/s200/mona.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd89oHfW4II/AAAAAAAABJM/qmEnH2s_vCA/s1600-h/mona+tren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323041043989848194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd89oHfW4II/AAAAAAAABJM/qmEnH2s_vCA/s200/mona+tren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd892Few4mI/AAAAAAAABJU/43JHMX906zA/s1600-h/mona+pinocio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323041283968655970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd892Few4mI/AAAAAAAABJU/43JHMX906zA/s200/mona+pinocio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6806921270143237745?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6806921270143237745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6806921270143237745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6806921270143237745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6806921270143237745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-traditions-in-catalonia.html' title='- Easter traditions in Catalonia.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/Sd82eA1928I/AAAAAAAABI8/v8f_7EAQR_w/s72-c/mona+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6844002392909478315</id><published>2009-04-05T14:54:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:06:57.178+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Revolutionary Road.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;''A young couple meet and fall in love - seeing the spark within each other. Both are creative souls seemingly willing to live a purposeful life together - refusing to be ordinary. Gradually though, the mundane begins to creep in. Their safe suburban home, the un-fulfilling job, the loss of creativity and drive….all these things and more put pressure on a once exciting relationship. It’s an all too familiar story of love lost and lives wasted. Any life is a challenge, but to live a creative, purposeful one can be difficult in a society that seems comfortable with endless materialistic gain and safe attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;The film is set in the 1950’s and the attention to detail of the era is great. Funnily though, it is a story that could have just as easily be set in modern day, a story that takes place in the homes of millions right now.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://iseefilms.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://iseefilms.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SdidiFvO1VI/AAAAAAAABIk/6t5kMuBYH_k/s1600-h/revolutionary+road.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321176168719635794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SdidiFvO1VI/AAAAAAAABIk/6t5kMuBYH_k/s200/revolutionary+road.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0788335/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohn Givings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You want to play house you got to have a job. You want to play nice house, very sweet house, you got to have a job you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0506754"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;April Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;: Tell me the truth frank remember that? We used to live by it. And you know what's so good about the truth? Everyone knows what it is however long they've lived without it. No one forgets the truth frank they just get better at lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0506755"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;April Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted IN. I just wanted us to live again. For years I thought we've shared this secret that we would be wonderful in the world. I don't know exactly how, but just the possibility kept me hoping. How pathetic is that? So stupid. To put all your hopes in a promise that was never made. Frank knows what he wants, he found his place, he's just fine. Married, two kids, it should be enough. It is for him. And he's right; we were never special or destined for anything at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;April Wheeler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No, Frank. This is what's unrealistic. It's unrealistic for a man with a fine mind to go on working year after year at a job he can't stand. Coming home to a place he can't stand, to a wife who's equally unable to stand the same things. And you know what the worst part of it is? Our whole existence here is based on this great premise that we're special. They we're superior to the whole thing. But we're not. We're just like everyone else! We bought into the same, ridiculous delusion. That we have to resign from life and settle down the moment we have children. And we've been punishing each other for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0959337/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6844002392909478315?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6844002392909478315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6844002392909478315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6844002392909478315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6844002392909478315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/04/revolutionary-road.html' title='- Revolutionary Road.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SdidiFvO1VI/AAAAAAAABIk/6t5kMuBYH_k/s72-c/revolutionary+road.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1001404507000424043</id><published>2009-04-03T20:22:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:40:38.535+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Frédéric Beigbeder - gelbekit, atsiprasau.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320520294852444594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SdZJBNLvwbI/AAAAAAAABIc/zLRoQRHaFE0/s200/gelbekit+atsiprasau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320519556848677714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SdZIWP5781I/AAAAAAAABIU/EBLa71iDF1E/s200/au-secours-pardon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Po keturiasdesimtmecio, kai ka nors isgyvename, vis pagalvojame, kad gal tai paskutinis kartas. Vis delto isistikinimas, kad gal jau nugyventa puse gyvenimo, siek tiek pakoreguoja elgesi. Jei buciau dvidesimcia metu jaunesnis, galbut manes cia net nebutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Mylejau ir buvau mylimas, bet niekada to nebuvo vienu metu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brangioji, as visada tave mylesiu, tu esi man skirta, taciau noriu myletis su kitomis moterimis, tik gal liausiesi knistis po smuklmenas ir skaityti mano elektroninius laiskus. Tu gali daryti ta pati, visiskai to nedraudziu, netgi priesingai, mane jaudina, kad taves geidzia kiti vyra &lt;...&gt;. Tu manes nemyli, tiesiog nori, kad tau priklausyciau, o tai ne tas pats. Jei mane myletum taip, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kaip sakai, noretum, kad patirciau malonuma, - su tavim ar be taves, as irgi tau to linkiu - su manim ar be manes. Busiu priverstas tave palikti del sios kvailos, taciau labai svarbios priezasties: man reikejo liesti ir kitu kunu, kad isitikinciau, jog pirmenybe teikiu tavajam. &lt;...&gt; Paziurek i &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SdZGkIvSP1I/AAAAAAAABIM/mkVbmgK3Hxw/s1600-h/gelbekit+atsiprasau.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mane - daugiau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;manes nepamatysi. Tu ka tik mane praradai, nes norejai, kad tau priklausyciau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. Originalus knygos virselis man patinka labiau:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1001404507000424043?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1001404507000424043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1001404507000424043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1001404507000424043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1001404507000424043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/04/frederic-beigbeder-gelbekit-atsiprasau.html' title='- Frédéric Beigbeder - gelbekit, atsiprasau.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SdZJBNLvwbI/AAAAAAAABIc/zLRoQRHaFE0/s72-c/gelbekit+atsiprasau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7390349338668326791</id><published>2009-03-31T13:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:26:20.451+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Pequeñas Cosas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SdHvl9_NslI/AAAAAAAABIE/MtEXzLkQsJs/s1600-h/sirdis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319296070475166290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SdHvl9_NslI/AAAAAAAABIE/MtEXzLkQsJs/s200/sirdis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoy no quiero moverme, quiero hacer una pausa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y saber si tu corazón está dispuesto a embriagarme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de momentos buenos y malos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. pequeñas, pero sabrosas :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7390349338668326791?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7390349338668326791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7390349338668326791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7390349338668326791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7390349338668326791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/03/pequenas-cosas.html' title='- Pequeñas Cosas.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SdHvl9_NslI/AAAAAAAABIE/MtEXzLkQsJs/s72-c/sirdis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-9197606140828473419</id><published>2009-03-19T14:05:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:43:42.355+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Barselonoje – Lietuvos vaizdai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.baltictravelnews.com/?l=lt&amp;amp;pub_id=48117" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.baltictravelnews.com/?l=lt&amp;amp;pub_id=48117&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Kovo 17 d., Barselonos knygyne „Altair“, esančiame Gran Via de les Corts Catalanes, 616 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.altair.es/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;www.altair.es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;), atidaroma žymios ispanų fotografės Eugenijos Ortiz sukurtų nuotraukų apie Lietuvą paroda. „Tai bus mano dovana šaliai, kuri man paliko nepakartojamą įspūdį,“- pasakoja Eugenija Ortiz. Ši fotografė drauge su kitais ispanų žurnalistais Valstybinio turizmo departamento prie Ūkio ministerijos kvietimu pernai lankėsi Lietuvoje.&lt;br /&gt;„Žinojau, kad ši fotomenininkė daug keliauja ir įvairiose pasaulio šalyse rengia savo parodas. Buvo smagu, kad ji praeitų metų gegužės mėnesį sutiko atvykti į Lietuvą,“- džiaugiasi Raimundas Michnevičius, Lietuvos turizmo informacijos centro Barselonoje direktorius. Pasak jo, „ispanė jaučia didelę simpatiją mūsų šaliai ir po parodos visas čia eksponuotas nuotraukas padovanos Lietuvai. Mes savo ruožtu tarsimės su įvairių Ispanijos miestų galerijomis tam, kad su šia paroda, tuo pačiu - ir mūsų šalimi susipažintų kuo daugiau ispanų“. Paroda veiks visą mėnesį. Jos oficialaus atidarymo metu svečiams bus surengtas mūsų šalies turizmo galimybių pristatymas tema „Lietuva - Baltijos jūros perlas“.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ScI3egkM2mI/AAAAAAAABH8/Yp53g_VqDmk/s1600-h/20090317-LietuvaBildes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314871507527981666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ScI3egkM2mI/AAAAAAAABH8/Yp53g_VqDmk/s200/20090317-LietuvaBildes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://barcelona.photobloggers.org/2009/03/02/lituania-deugenia-ortiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://barcelona.photobloggers.org/2009/03/02/lituania-deugenia-ortiz/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aciu brangiam draugeliu Mariui, nes jei ne jis, buciau net nezinojus apie sita paroda. O kai cia sedi, tai taip sudreba sirdis pamacius ka nors lietuviska...Taigi nuejau i pristatyma (ten viskas vyksta tokiam dideliam knygyne, kur vien knygos apie keliones, zemelapiai etc.).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm, gal ir gerai kad atejau tik i pabaiga to 'Lietuva-Baltijos juros perlas' galimybiu pristatymo, nes vyrukas vargiai galejo perskaityti pasiruosta (??!!) teksta ir kliuvinejo ties skaiciais. Na, bet spejau isgirsti apie saltibarscius ir cepelinus. hmmm. Pati fotografe tai graziai pasnekejo, kad po Lietuva paprasta keliauti, kad zmones nusiteike padeti, kad jai patiko ausktaitijos nac. parkas ir kopos, nes pati specializuojasi peizazu fotkinime. Tai ir nuotraukos tokios daugiau panoramines, daug is kaimo medines architekturos namuku, dar - kryziu kalnas. Toliau prasidejo klausimai, i kuriuos atsakinejo Raimundas. Keletas perliuku: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beje, klausimai irgi TOPiniai mirk is juoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kokia mazdaug dabar ekonomine situacija LT? - nu... visi turime krize... bet turi pasakyti, kad musu kaimynams latviams dar blogiau&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..(tipiskas lietuviskas varymas ant kaimynu, net neziurint, kas musu kieme). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jei turistas gejus keliautu i Lietuva, ar surastu aplinka? - nu, tai konservatyvi salis, yra visko, klubu etc (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;supainiojo su liberalia??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kazka paklause del kalbos kazkas, sako &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jo, visi kalba angliskai, gatvese, visur. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lyg ti butu musu kokia tai oficiali kalba:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiesa, dar buvo parasyta, kad paskui vaisins 'Lithuanian delicious', bet net nelaukiau, po to kai atnese sampano 10 tauriu, kuriu net trecdaliui susirinkusiu neuzteko (beje, maciau, buvo ir lietuviu, bet nedrisau kalbint kazkaip...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-9197606140828473419?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/9197606140828473419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=9197606140828473419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/9197606140828473419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/9197606140828473419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/03/barselonoje-lietuvos-vaizdai.html' title='- Barselonoje – Lietuvos vaizdai.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ScI3egkM2mI/AAAAAAAABH8/Yp53g_VqDmk/s72-c/20090317-LietuvaBildes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-8528569394489029347</id><published>2009-03-12T20:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:09:46.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Amziaus geles. Ariele Butaux.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SblWolrnBYI/AAAAAAAABH0/LQOK0nSMSNc/s1600-h/geles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312372490769991042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SblWolrnBYI/AAAAAAAABH0/LQOK0nSMSNc/s200/geles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Augini vaikus, o jie viena diena tampa tau svetimi, bet vis tiek jiems laikai atvertas duris. Galiausiai imi ant ju pykti uz viska, ak del ju apdartei, o jie tau atsauna, jog taves nieko neprase.     *** &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Aisku, pralaimejau, bet nieko negaliu is to pasimokyti, nes nezinau, kur suklydau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;...&gt; Bet jei buciau maniusi, kad kazkas gali man tarti: ,,As tave myliu, Ziuljete", buciau laukusi. Galimas daiktas ilgai, gal iki siandienos. Juk dar nuostabiau, kai esi mylima tokiu metu, kai jau nieko daugiau nebelauki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-8528569394489029347?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/8528569394489029347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=8528569394489029347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8528569394489029347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8528569394489029347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/03/amziaus-geles-ariele-butaux.html' title='- Amziaus geles. Ariele Butaux.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SblWolrnBYI/AAAAAAAABH0/LQOK0nSMSNc/s72-c/geles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1997243369842074237</id><published>2009-03-10T19:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:07:06.604+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- He's Just Not That Into You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbakFalnlvI/AAAAAAAABHs/WfRq8gYlivs/s1600-h/not+that+into+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311613223473485554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbakFalnlvI/AAAAAAAABHs/WfRq8gYlivs/s320/not+that+into+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qué les pasa a los hombres&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If a guy treats you like he doesn't give a sh*t, it's because he doesn't give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; How stupid is it that a girl has to wait for a guy's call anyway, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0516560"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000106/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It's exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. &lt;strong&gt;But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs&lt;/strong&gt;. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0517496"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I would rather be like that, then be like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You've think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone. I may do a lot of stupid shit but I'm still a lot closer to love than you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1997243369842074237?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1997243369842074237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1997243369842074237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1997243369842074237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1997243369842074237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='- He&apos;s Just Not That Into You.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbakFalnlvI/AAAAAAAABHs/WfRq8gYlivs/s72-c/not+that+into+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-8918324981864220329</id><published>2009-03-09T19:17:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:37:53.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- postsecret.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbVQQKZ8JuI/AAAAAAAABHM/NI30-CBrmUo/s1600-h/smile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239574154651362" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbVQQKZ8JuI/AAAAAAAABHM/NI30-CBrmUo/s320/smile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbVRA5Tv-yI/AAAAAAAABHU/bcnWqJNKArs/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311240411378875170" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbVRA5Tv-yI/AAAAAAAABHU/bcnWqJNKArs/s320/jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbVRuFZckUI/AAAAAAAABHk/L09vMpMAYcU/s1600-h/spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311241187718107458" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbVRuFZckUI/AAAAAAAABHk/L09vMpMAYcU/s320/spirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbVRicNE2uI/AAAAAAAABHc/6uOoN009fzI/s1600-h/spanish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311240987681807074" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbVRicNE2uI/AAAAAAAABHc/6uOoN009fzI/s320/spanish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-8918324981864220329?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/8918324981864220329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=8918324981864220329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8918324981864220329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8918324981864220329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/03/postsecretcom.html' title='- postsecret.com'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SbVQQKZ8JuI/AAAAAAAABHM/NI30-CBrmUo/s72-c/smile1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7051665918068980240</id><published>2009-03-01T14:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:45:47.328+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- You can always make me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SaqC3hF2pKI/AAAAAAAABG8/-1PCKdQVOb4/s1600-h/u+can+make+me+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308199001096889506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SaqC3hF2pKI/AAAAAAAABG8/-1PCKdQVOb4/s320/u+can+make+me+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siempre eres capaz de hacerme sonreir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7051665918068980240?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7051665918068980240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7051665918068980240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7051665918068980240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7051665918068980240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-can-always-make-me-smile.html' title='- You can always make me smile.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SaqC3hF2pKI/AAAAAAAABG8/-1PCKdQVOb4/s72-c/u+can+make+me+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-5480804714991166891</id><published>2009-02-20T09:43:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:29:51.679+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Escape to Africa</title><content type='html'>In my opinion cartoons nowadays aren't just for children!&lt;br /&gt;- jokes, soundtrack and characters are just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;(btw I'm convinced that The Simpsons wins without competition)&lt;br /&gt;But the other night had so much fun watching &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Madagascar 2: Escape to Africa &lt;div&gt;Had a great time maybe because of watching it with my sis' :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here what Giraffe Melman told to Gloria the Hippopotamus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ7IHYbDwpI/AAAAAAAABGU/NLXR8gwg0rU/s1600-h/madagascar.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897440229606034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ7IHYbDwpI/AAAAAAAABGU/NLXR8gwg0rU/s320/madagascar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en Mototo, you'd better treat this lady like a queen. Because you, you my friend... have found the perfect woman. If I was ever so lucky to find the perfect woman, I would give her flowers every day. And not just any flowers, okay? Her favorites are orchids. White. And I would bring her breakfast every day. Six loaves of wheat bread with butter on both sides. No crusts. Just the way she likes it. I'd be her shoulder to cry on and her best friend. And I'd spend every day thinking of ways to make her laugh. She has the most... amazing laugh. That's what I would do, if I were you. But I'm not. So you do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-5480804714991166891?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/5480804714991166891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=5480804714991166891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5480804714991166891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5480804714991166891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/02/escape-to-africa.html' title='- Escape to Africa'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ7IHYbDwpI/AAAAAAAABGU/NLXR8gwg0rU/s72-c/madagascar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7005478187709521452</id><published>2009-02-19T15:55:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:19:42.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Where I feel whole again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ1l2PHDSeI/AAAAAAAABF8/Nz_yWnkIbMw/s1600-h/DSCF5022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304507918555761122" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ1l2PHDSeI/AAAAAAAABF8/Nz_yWnkIbMw/s200/DSCF5022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ1mIA2F_aI/AAAAAAAABGE/NgybCS6aWPY/s1600-h/DSCF4993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304508223964183970" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ1mIA2F_aI/AAAAAAAABGE/NgybCS6aWPY/s200/DSCF4993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ1lYbhunFI/AAAAAAAABF0/MTbURGbthdU/s1600-h/DSCF4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304507406492802130" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ1lYbhunFI/AAAAAAAABF0/MTbURGbthdU/s200/DSCF4666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SaAf7TAm2oI/AAAAAAAABGs/5vLV-1ySFB0/s1600-h/DSCF4800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305275464618007170" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SaAf7TAm2oI/AAAAAAAABGs/5vLV-1ySFB0/s200/DSCF4800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SaAfftYBBZI/AAAAAAAABGk/mJKk9tmMgKE/s1600-h/DSCF4816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305274990659175826" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SaAfftYBBZI/AAAAAAAABGk/mJKk9tmMgKE/s200/DSCF4816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ1mdoHfoGI/AAAAAAAABGM/san9cZXpkFc/s1600-h/DSCF5026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304508595283402850" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ1mdoHfoGI/AAAAAAAABGM/san9cZXpkFc/s200/DSCF5026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SaAgLd_IH-I/AAAAAAAABG0/guV4QnH1yAg/s1600-h/DSCF4820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305275742442495970" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SaAgLd_IH-I/AAAAAAAABG0/guV4QnH1yAg/s200/DSCF4820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vilnius, LT, 5-22 Feb 2009                                    See u in 3 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7005478187709521452?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7005478187709521452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7005478187709521452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7005478187709521452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7005478187709521452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-vilnius.html' title='- Where I feel whole again.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SZ1l2PHDSeI/AAAAAAAABF8/Nz_yWnkIbMw/s72-c/DSCF5022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-5541939607794986096</id><published>2009-02-15T13:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:12:23.196+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Algunas cosas que me gustan// Things I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDf53Uk7tI/AAAAAAAABMs/HOKWYZLuhR8/s1600-h/martini2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395558538785648338" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDf53Uk7tI/AAAAAAAABMs/HOKWYZLuhR8/s200/martini2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDiJy9xeTI/AAAAAAAABNE/rpNYasxs_w8/s1600-h/330605286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395561011517421874" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDiJy9xeTI/AAAAAAAABNE/rpNYasxs_w8/s200/330605286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDiTbw9sAI/AAAAAAAABNM/1tnwuEvZZus/s1600-h/sushi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395561177088372738" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDiTbw9sAI/AAAAAAAABNM/1tnwuEvZZus/s200/sushi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;blooming in May-the travel bug... - &lt;u&gt;- azul turquesa - -&lt;/u&gt; *&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I have a constant need to be in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;las mariposas en el estomago..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;APRendeR CosaS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt; amor por los churros con chocolate...y paella con mariscos .......- weakness of glass of martini.... viajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDhALaV8JI/AAAAAAAABM0/6aWGSIThvlw/s1600-h/gummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395559746769383570" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDhALaV8JI/AAAAAAAABM0/6aWGSIThvlw/s200/gummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;comprar gummy chuches para el cine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/R8rrjXuj_vI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pEThl5v1QWA/s1600-h/right+now+i+d+rather+be....bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDhZsHZacI/AAAAAAAABM8/1-Bw6sV-ng8/s1600-h/3469103438_f9a0802cb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395560185045019074" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDhZsHZacI/AAAAAAAABM8/1-Bw6sV-ng8/s200/3469103438_f9a0802cb8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escuchar iPod mientras paseo....&lt;br /&gt;- Me gusta ir a tu casa, ver FRIENDS juntos, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saber como te fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, ver que hay en tu nevera...robarte las palomitas,&lt;br /&gt;- estar horas y horas con gente sin hablar de nada en particular - I like when people know that they can trust me. -- saber que una persona confió en mí.--&lt;em&gt;inicio de muchas conversaciones--&lt;/em&gt; Me considero una buena persona. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/R826pKzB_QI/AAAAAAAAAaI/mtx747seH80/s1600-h/IMG_00192.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I BELIEVE IN DESTINY* &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDjYKpE1DI/AAAAAAAABNU/miyH-xfo7_E/s1600-h/limones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395562357902857266" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDjYKpE1DI/AAAAAAAABNU/miyH-xfo7_E/s200/limones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDlP0RaflI/AAAAAAAABNc/UuxYt6UWexQ/s1600-h/mariposas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395564413482335826" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDlP0RaflI/AAAAAAAABNc/UuxYt6UWexQ/s200/mariposas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDme0-sehI/AAAAAAAABNk/93lCQfo6RKU/s1600-h/paella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395565770881923602" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDme0-sehI/AAAAAAAABNk/93lCQfo6RKU/s200/paella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's difficult to make me truly angry, but someone who succeeds would be surprised by how long I can hold a grudge&lt;br /&gt;I like to wash dishes at my friends’ home...&lt;u&gt;No me gusta que me hablen si no les caigo bien&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seems learning more foreign languages would be something I would enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COFFEE TO GO - CAFE PARA LLEVAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-5541939607794986096?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/5541939607794986096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=5541939607794986096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5541939607794986096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5541939607794986096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/02/pequenos-cabreos-de-domingo-al-mediodia.html' title='- Algunas cosas que me gustan// Things I like'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SuDf53Uk7tI/AAAAAAAABMs/HOKWYZLuhR8/s72-c/martini2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1461964537297510965</id><published>2009-02-04T12:22:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:47:28.129+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Scrapbooking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYltAesZzDI/AAAAAAAABE8/2QQKtn87RwI/s1600-h/charlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298886291584830514" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYltAesZzDI/AAAAAAAABE8/2QQKtn87RwI/s320/charlotte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYltPMLIkrI/AAAAAAAABFE/8X3EUhh5np4/s1600-h/charlotte+2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298886544311489202" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYltPMLIkrI/AAAAAAAABFE/8X3EUhh5np4/s320/charlotte+2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day my friend Charlotte told me, her mother is keen on scrapbooking. And she is even writing a blog about it &lt;a href="http://michele05.canalblog.com/"&gt;http://michele05.canalblog.com/&lt;/a&gt;, there is placing the photos of her jobs as well.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, before that day, I didn't know anything about &lt;u&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/u&gt;, but now I've found out, it's quite popular world wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scrapbooking is a method for preserving personal and family history in the form of photographs, printed media, and memorabilia contained in decorated albums, or scrapbooks. Instead of just placing photographs in a photo album, a scrapbooker aims to capture the feeling and the mood associated with their memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God knows, if I had more patience, maybe I would like to try it myself, because I find it to be a good way to express yourself. Moreover, a nice opportunity to make a small, hand-made gift, so valuable these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bonne chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYlxLVJ56rI/AAAAAAAABFM/kSVUX45opQA/s1600-h/zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298890876049287858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYlxLVJ56rI/AAAAAAAABFM/kSVUX45opQA/s200/zoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYlxoTtde-I/AAAAAAAABFU/JmMVrpXsU8k/s1600-h/zoe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298891373877754850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYlxoTtde-I/AAAAAAAABFU/JmMVrpXsU8k/s200/zoe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYlx7RQvQ1I/AAAAAAAABFc/hrSe9BAgi2A/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298891699637928786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYlx7RQvQ1I/AAAAAAAABFc/hrSe9BAgi2A/s200/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1461964537297510965?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1461964537297510965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1461964537297510965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1461964537297510965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1461964537297510965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/02/scrapbooking.html' title='- Scrapbooking.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYltAesZzDI/AAAAAAAABE8/2QQKtn87RwI/s72-c/charlotte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-8516797399491892830</id><published>2009-02-01T20:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:14:16.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Todo es tan relativo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you are far away, you can see your life from kind of the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everything starts to be so clear - people, you can't live without, people, you forgive and you feel like meeting them for a cup of coffee again, and the ones, you still have bad memories with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYX__sC050I/AAAAAAAABE0/7AbEJgzi0yg/s1600-h/ninos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297922006291113794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYX__sC050I/AAAAAAAABE0/7AbEJgzi0yg/s320/ninos.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes you don't know you've crossed a line until you're already on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-8516797399491892830?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/8516797399491892830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=8516797399491892830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8516797399491892830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8516797399491892830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/02/todo-es-tan-relativo.html' title='- Todo es tan relativo.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYX__sC050I/AAAAAAAABE0/7AbEJgzi0yg/s72-c/ninos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4519313268606931356</id><published>2009-01-31T21:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:09:31.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Déjame que sueñe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Algún día, cuando tengamos nuevas vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;prometo llegar a la tuya antes que nadie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297536138531637954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYShDOn5CsI/AAAAAAAABEs/UGuKLOnCfKc/s320/lietus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿Te das cuenta de cómo la lluvia sigue a nuestros destinos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4519313268606931356?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4519313268606931356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4519313268606931356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4519313268606931356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4519313268606931356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/01/dejame-que-suene.html' title='- Déjame que sueñe'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYShDOn5CsI/AAAAAAAABEs/UGuKLOnCfKc/s72-c/lietus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4351057120571170240</id><published>2009-01-30T18:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:25:25.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Las palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Me duelen terriblemente las palabras &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que no dijiste en aquella cita a la que nunca llegamos.&lt;br /&gt;Me duele la ausencia de tu aroma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297123265342154530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYMpi2ItJyI/AAAAAAAABEk/A3rQyWNz2b8/s320/utopia1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cualquier camino es difícil si tú no estás al final de él.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4351057120571170240?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4351057120571170240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4351057120571170240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4351057120571170240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4351057120571170240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/01/las-palabras.html' title='- Las palabras'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SYMpi2ItJyI/AAAAAAAABEk/A3rQyWNz2b8/s72-c/utopia1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-2008925149512671096</id><published>2009-01-15T14:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:32:21.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SXSAYkheDUI/AAAAAAAABC0/WmVBAfGXbb8/s1600-h/fotokudra.lt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292996621676449090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SXSAYkheDUI/AAAAAAAABC0/WmVBAfGXbb8/s320/fotokudra.lt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seni, ar tu kartais nepagalvoji, kd mes jau ismylejom visa savo meile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Visada ateina akimirka, kai tavo Vienintelis pavirsta prie taves priskeretusiu nepazistamuoju, ir negali atsistebet, kokia esi nevykele, kad apskritai su juo prasidejai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Douglas Coupland ,,Gyvenimas po Dievo"* foto- fotokudra.lt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-2008925149512671096?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/2008925149512671096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=2008925149512671096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2008925149512671096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2008925149512671096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/01/seni-ar-tu-kartais-nepagalvoji-kd-mes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SXSAYkheDUI/AAAAAAAABC0/WmVBAfGXbb8/s72-c/fotokudra.lt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3191769775584434401</id><published>2009-01-06T22:22:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:43:31.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Post secret.</title><content type='html'>Radau stai ka - &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com/"&gt;http://www.postsecret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man atrodo grazu ir originalu. Ir koncepcija idomi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The simple concept of the project was that completely anonymous people decorate a postcard and portray a secret that they had never previously revealed. No restrictions are made on the content of the secret; only that it must be completely truthful and must never have been spoken before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWPABq__3XI/AAAAAAAABCk/wD_xXlHDmoY/s1600-h/candywrapper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288281522418212210" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWPABq__3XI/AAAAAAAABCk/wD_xXlHDmoY/s320/candywrapper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWPAdYYu_yI/AAAAAAAABCs/zZNYXJgL2LU/s1600-h/ex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288281998458027810" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWPAdYYu_yI/AAAAAAAABCs/zZNYXJgL2LU/s320/ex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWO_BBSwZBI/AAAAAAAABCU/Hrs8mKE3WpQ/s1600-h/tresanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288280411710972946" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWO_BBSwZBI/AAAAAAAABCU/Hrs8mKE3WpQ/s320/tresanos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWO_XBTeSeI/AAAAAAAABCc/1vRjCuU6CI4/s1600-h/weddingwatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288280789671102946" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWO_XBTeSeI/AAAAAAAABCc/1vRjCuU6CI4/s320/weddingwatch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more - &lt;a href="http://www.postsecretarchive.com/"&gt;http://www.postsecretarchive.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3191769775584434401?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3191769775584434401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3191769775584434401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3191769775584434401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3191769775584434401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-secret.html' title='- Post secret.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWPABq__3XI/AAAAAAAABCk/wD_xXlHDmoY/s72-c/candywrapper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-5975839601765382524</id><published>2009-01-06T15:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:42:54.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Xmas traditions VI - 6 of January</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWNex8kOOGI/AAAAAAAABCE/s9LfzxOQpGs/s1600-h/350px-Brioche_des_Rois_dsc06781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288174599627749474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWNex8kOOGI/AAAAAAAABCE/s9LfzxOQpGs/s320/350px-Brioche_des_Rois_dsc06781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuo tarpu kai kitose salyse jau supakuotos sventines dekoracijos ir sugriztama prie 'bussiness as usual', Ispanijoj vis dar svenciama. Cia labai stipri 3 karaliu sventimo tradicija sausio 6d.&lt;br /&gt;Isvakare rengia Cabalgata - iskilminga karaliu eisena, kurios paziureti susirenka simtai zmoniu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vaikai savo batus palieka ant palangių ir Karalių arkliams į juos prideda šiaudų, morkų ar miežių.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sia diena valgomas tradicinis pyragas - Roscon de Reyes, idarytas marcipanais ir papuostas cukruotais vaisiais. Pyrago viduje paslepta karaliaus figurele, ir kuriam ji atitenka, sakoma, lydes sekme visus metus, o kam atitenka FAMA, kitais metais turi pirkti toki pat pyraga :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El roscón de Reyes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;es un &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pan" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; dulce festivo de forma anular, adornado con rodajas de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Fruta cristalizada" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fruta_cristalizada"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fruta cristalizada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (escarchada) o confitada de colores variados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El pastel tiene forma de rosca, más o menos imitando una corona real, cubierto de frutas escarchadas, que semejan las joyas de la corona, y tenía escondida en su interior una pequeña sorpresa y la tradición dice que quién la encontraba se le hace rey de la fiesta o, en otros casos, se dice que el que encuentra la sorpresa tendrá suerte el año siguiente. Y quien encuentra la Fama, tiene que pagar el roscón &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-5975839601765382524?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/5975839601765382524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=5975839601765382524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5975839601765382524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5975839601765382524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2009/01/xmas-traditions-vi.html' title='- Xmas traditions VI - 6 of January'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SWNex8kOOGI/AAAAAAAABCE/s9LfzxOQpGs/s72-c/350px-Brioche_des_Rois_dsc06781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3017453785512106324</id><published>2008-12-31T19:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:19:51.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- traditions V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SVuo1wm4ePI/AAAAAAAABB8/yCBADc7rMZM/s1600-h/12uvas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286004229183928562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SVuo1wm4ePI/AAAAAAAABB8/yCBADc7rMZM/s320/12uvas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pagal tradiciją žmonės suvalgo 12 vynuogių – po vieną kiekvienam laikrodžio dūžiui, kad sėkmė lydėtų visus metus.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(daznai jas pasiruosia is anskto, nulupa, isima kauliukus, kad suspetu:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Spain, the special tradition is to eat 12 grapes in 12 seconds as the clock bells mark the final twelve hours of the year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The story goes that some years ago (well, around 1909) there was a bumper crop of table grapes in Alicante and the farmers were going to have tons of surplus grapes that would just rot unless they could somehow get people to buy them. Someone had the bright idea to promote the idea of eating 12 grapes to celebrate the 12 rings of the bell to ring in the New Year and the rest, is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Straispnis apie Naujuju sutikima Ispanijoje&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gyvenimas.delfi.lt/leisure/article.php?id=19794659"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://gyvenimas.delfi.lt/leisure/article.php?id=19794659&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naujieji Ispanijoje – su vynuogėmis ir varpo dūžiais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3017453785512106324?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3017453785512106324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3017453785512106324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3017453785512106324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3017453785512106324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/traditions-v.html' title='- traditions V'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SVuo1wm4ePI/AAAAAAAABB8/yCBADc7rMZM/s72-c/12uvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3413463369529958480</id><published>2008-12-24T14:41:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:15:05.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Xmas traditions IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SVYukc1qJxI/AAAAAAAABBk/PPvfoyUck9A/s1600-h/PC240069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284462416517277458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SVYukc1qJxI/AAAAAAAABBk/PPvfoyUck9A/s320/PC240069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SVYu0waNGtI/AAAAAAAABBs/Unw5JPq8NPM/s1600-h/PC240070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SVjGLSEbbgI/AAAAAAAABB0/dPvQrpo-IeM/s1600-h/turr__n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285192059850550786" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SVjGLSEbbgI/AAAAAAAABB0/dPvQrpo-IeM/s320/turr__n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical spanish sweet in Xmas time - &lt;strong&gt;Turrón. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some info from Wikipedia - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;made from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Honey" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honey"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, sugar, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Egg white" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_white"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;egg white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, with toasted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Almond" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Almond"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;almonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; or other nuts, and usually shaped into either a rectangular tablet. Turrón is a very old, traditional sweet of Moorish (Arabic) origin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There are soft and hard turrones. I prefer the soft ones - &lt;em&gt;Jijona. &lt;/em&gt;Geriau pagalvojus, jis panasus i chalva, tik padarytas is migdolu riesutu:)&lt;br /&gt;More sweets - &lt;strong&gt;Neules&lt;/strong&gt; - kind of biscuits, have cylindrical shape, are thin and crunchy:) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;kaip vaflines tokios lazdeles :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Niam niam :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3413463369529958480?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3413463369529958480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3413463369529958480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3413463369529958480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3413463369529958480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-traditions-iv.html' title='- Xmas traditions IV'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SVYukc1qJxI/AAAAAAAABBk/PPvfoyUck9A/s72-c/PC240069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6676907150739024050</id><published>2008-12-18T15:19:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:54:35.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Xmas traditions III</title><content type='html'>Dar vienas tipiskas Kaledu elementas Katalonijoj - Cagatio (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'kakojantis&lt;/em&gt; dede'??&lt;/span&gt;.) Tai medzio rastas, kuriam ispaisytas veidukas, ir uzdegtas skara. Vakai gruodzio menesi pradeda rupintis Cagatio, duoda jam maisto etc. o Kaledu diena, musa su lazda, dainuodami tradicine dainele &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caga tió -caga tió &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ametlles i torró -almendras y turrón-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no caguis arangades -no cagues arenques&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-que són massa salades -que son demasiado salados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-caga torrons -caga turrones-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que són més bons -que son más buenos-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caga tió -caga tió-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ametlles i torró -almendras y turrón&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-si no vols cagar -si no quieres cagar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-et donaré un cop de bastó -te daré un golpe de bastón&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Caga tió!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Po skara tevai jau buna padeje mazu dovaneliu, saldumynu, riesutu, kurias tariamai Cagatio 'iskakojo' (Didesnes dovanas 'atnesa' trys karaliai Sausio 6d.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUpOiUdDdtI/AAAAAAAABA8/5UPb9w5Ep0Y/s1600-h/460px-Cagatio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281119864558417618" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUpOiUdDdtI/AAAAAAAABA8/5UPb9w5Ep0Y/s200/460px-Cagatio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUpRSGj6y6I/AAAAAAAABBE/idx6UtkV-J4/s1600-h/584543832110_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281122884486089634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUpRSGj6y6I/AAAAAAAABBE/idx6UtkV-J4/s200/584543832110_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The cagatió is a log, with a face painted on it, wearing a barretina, the red hat of traditional peasant costume. On Christmas Day, it's hidden under a blanket and the kids beat it with a stick, singing a rather rude little song that asks it shit" presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281123497962242754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUpR1z8CAsI/AAAAAAAABBU/eTi6x7P7ab4/s320/951823832110_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6676907150739024050?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6676907150739024050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6676907150739024050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6676907150739024050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6676907150739024050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-traditions-iii.html' title='- Xmas traditions III'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUpOiUdDdtI/AAAAAAAABA8/5UPb9w5Ep0Y/s72-c/460px-Cagatio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1290259504676801938</id><published>2008-12-17T14:21:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:55:56.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Xmas traditions II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Straipsnis is 15minuciu.lt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santa Lucia mugėje išstatytos keraminės žymių žmonių ir politikos veikėjų figūrėlės, vadinamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; caganers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Garsių besituštinančių žmonių statulėlės yra sena Katalonijos Kalėdų tradicija, kurios šaknys siekia 18 a. Kataloniečiai paslepia caganers prakartėlėse, atkartojančiose Kristaus gimimo įvykius, ir kviečia savo draugus juos rasti. Šios statulėlės simbolizuoja vaisingumą, viltį ir klestėjimą kitais metais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUjwfBblW7I/AAAAAAAABAs/_-EgKX7SkQM/s1600-h/caganers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280734978842647474" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUjwfBblW7I/AAAAAAAABAs/_-EgKX7SkQM/s320/caganers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUjwCUMEH4I/AAAAAAAABAk/3cl5W3CQvxM/s1600-h/caganers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280734485661622146" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUjwCUMEH4I/AAAAAAAABAk/3cl5W3CQvxM/s320/caganers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1290259504676801938?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1290259504676801938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1290259504676801938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1290259504676801938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1290259504676801938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-traditions-ii.html' title='- Xmas traditions II'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUjwfBblW7I/AAAAAAAABAs/_-EgKX7SkQM/s72-c/caganers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-8204939048661615777</id><published>2008-12-17T14:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:09:30.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Mes esame katalonai.</title><content type='html'>Katalonijos istoria 2008-11-22  Ievos Giedraitytes straipsnyje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alfa.lt/straipsnis/10237663/?Mes.esame.katalonai.=2008-11-22_00-05"&gt;http://www.alfa.lt/straipsnis/10237663/?Mes.esame.katalonai.=2008-11-22_00-05&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-8204939048661615777?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/8204939048661615777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=8204939048661615777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8204939048661615777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8204939048661615777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/mes-esame-katalonai.html' title='- Mes esame katalonai.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-143646498788314463</id><published>2008-12-13T19:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:09:40.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Marita Fossum - Forestill deg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUP5dXHCEoI/AAAAAAAABAU/Bw431KSGQqU/s1600-h/get.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279337471023387266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUP5dXHCEoI/AAAAAAAABAU/Bw431KSGQqU/s320/get.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dar viena perskaityta knyga - Norvegu autores, laimejusios prestizini BRAGE priza - Marita Fossum ,,ISIVAIZDUOK".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As tokia lengvatike, bendraudama su zmonemis tikiu, kad jie linki man gero, ir jiems uzpuolus nesu pasirengusi gintis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ant svetaines stalo vazoje pamerktos nukarusios apvytusios lelijos, neilgai jos laikesi, vadinasi, kaip sakydavo mano mama, dovanotos be meiles, visada taip sakydavo, kai geles greit nuvysdavo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;...&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Isivaizduok, jei zmonems tikrai rupetu svarbus dalykai, o ne kaukstelejimas ar ranka, nemanau, kad jie suvokia, kiek daug gali iskesti zmogaus kunas, dvasia - visai kas kita, bet zmonems atrodo, kad dvasia yra pastovus dydis, neveikiamas aplinkos, sprendziant is to, kaip jie elgiasi su kitais, matyt, tokia ju samprata, kitaip negaleciau paaiskinti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;* Marita Fossum 'Isivaizduok'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-143646498788314463?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/143646498788314463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=143646498788314463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/143646498788314463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/143646498788314463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/marita-fossum-forestill-deg.html' title='- Marita Fossum - Forestill deg'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUP5dXHCEoI/AAAAAAAABAU/Bw431KSGQqU/s72-c/get.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-628475418376123844</id><published>2008-12-11T15:16:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:45:50.992+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- vienintelis romanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Idomus lietuviu autoriaus - Raimundo Zabarausko - romanas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;... seksualiausias kompiuterinio rastingumo knygu autoriaus vadovelis... Taip savo knyga apibudina pats autorius.(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beje, pats rasantis blog'a bei jame publikuojantis savo romana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rzu.lt/index.php"&gt;http://www.rzu.lt/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;...&gt; Neapibreziant kintamuju, skyrybomis vadinsiu toki ivyki, kai liauniesi gyventi su moterimi, issikraustqai kitus, nebeapkabini ir nebuciuoji, nebeklausai jos priekaistu ir nebesveikini nei su gimtadieniu, nei kitomis progomis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Svarbu nepralesit momento. Tarp meiles ir isdavystes yra gana ilga akimirka.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUEVP62ewZI/AAAAAAAABAE/vDCj7NFJCgY/s1600-h/vienintelis+romanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as klastingai tau perveriu sirdi &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUEWFG5THdI/AAAAAAAABAM/yUlHheab9t0/s1600-h/vienintelis+romanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278524515261029842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUEWFG5THdI/AAAAAAAABAM/yUlHheab9t0/s200/vienintelis+romanas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mano sirdi - perverta - skauda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vienu buciniu gali prigirdyt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o zvilgsniu - isdeginti randa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu pamisusi kerinti ragana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pravirkstu, vos suspejes prabilti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as seniai jau issokciau pro langa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bet tu prikalei mano sirdi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;*Raimundas Zabarauskas ,,Vienintelis romanas" &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-628475418376123844?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/628475418376123844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=628475418376123844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/628475418376123844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/628475418376123844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/vienintelis-romanas.html' title='- vienintelis romanas'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SUEWFG5THdI/AAAAAAAABAM/yUlHheab9t0/s72-c/vienintelis+romanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1714060510869173147</id><published>2008-12-08T14:43:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:38:33.527+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Xmas traditions I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0nrSbsDNI/AAAAAAAAAxY/uRcqt1e2JRQ/s1600-h/CHESTER+08.08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277417962983918802" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0nrSbsDNI/AAAAAAAAAxY/uRcqt1e2JRQ/s200/CHESTER+08.08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0oJYwryDI/AAAAAAAAAxg/CufnLxIXSI8/s1600-h/CHESTER+08.08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277418480078669874" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0oJYwryDI/AAAAAAAAAxg/CufnLxIXSI8/s200/CHESTER+08.08+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0_NfEfYCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/LLrqHy0iHtg/s1600-h/CHESTER+08.08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277443839259271202" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0_NfEfYCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/LLrqHy0iHtg/s200/CHESTER+08.08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vakar isejom pasivaikscioti po miesta.. Labai norejau pajusti Kaledine dvasia, paziureti papuosimu, lempuciu… Juolab, kad cia gruodzio menesi prasideda muge, kurioje parduodami visokie papuosimai namams,zaisliukai, be to, figureles prakartelei ¨(cia yra tradicija namie statyti ne tik eglute, bet ir prakartele). Nors visos parduotuves ir kavines sekmadieni uzdarytos, bet zmoniu – kaip pas mus po kokio koncerto Vingio parke :)&lt;br /&gt;Beje, Ispanijoje dovanas nesa ne Kaledu senis, o Trys karaliai sausio 6 diena… Taigi, panasu, kad man savuju irgi teks laukti dvi savaites ilgiau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nesnekesiu cia apie musu vaikystes Kaledas, nes visai susigraudinsiu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0Xq_-6XlI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Ev9fURTdjB8/s1600-h/CHESTER+08.08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277400365845339730" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0Xq_-6XlI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Ev9fURTdjB8/s200/CHESTER+08.08+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0YUhJUUWI/AAAAAAAAAxA/tRcwv0GM2mc/s1600-h/CHESTER+08.08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277401079121989986" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0YUhJUUWI/AAAAAAAAAxA/tRcwv0GM2mc/s200/CHESTER+08.08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0ZzRkN_DI/AAAAAAAAAxI/onhqpoGfNps/s1600-h/CHESTER+08.08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277402707027426354" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0ZzRkN_DI/AAAAAAAAAxI/onhqpoGfNps/s200/CHESTER+08.08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feria de Santa Lucía,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a temporary market set up in front of and around the cathedral selling Christmas trees, decorations and figures for the belén.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1714060510869173147?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1714060510869173147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1714060510869173147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1714060510869173147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1714060510869173147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-traditions-i.html' title='- Xmas traditions I'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0nrSbsDNI/AAAAAAAAAxY/uRcqt1e2JRQ/s72-c/CHESTER+08.08+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3102729157707756852</id><published>2008-12-08T14:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:17:47.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Europa bijo Rusijos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0QJKeR-iI/AAAAAAAAAww/G9eAFTqBUzI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277392087964318242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0QJKeR-iI/AAAAAAAAAww/G9eAFTqBUzI/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Intervui su V. Landsbergiu Ispanijos dienrastyje&lt;br /&gt;La Vanguardia. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0PowbbuHI/AAAAAAAAAwo/-u-W-FiX5mM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ ENTREVISTA AL EX PRESIDENTE DE LITUANIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lavanguardia.es/internacional/noticias/20081207/53594488799/vytautas-landsbergis-europa-tiene-miedo-de-rusia-otan-georgia-azerbaiyan-armenia-osetia-republica-ch.html"&gt;http://www.lavanguardia.es/internacional/noticias/20081207/53594488799/vytautas-landsbergis-europa-tiene-miedo-de-rusia-otan-georgia-azerbaiyan-armenia-osetia-republica-ch.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3102729157707756852?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3102729157707756852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3102729157707756852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3102729157707756852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3102729157707756852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/europa-bijo-rusijos.html' title='- Europa bijo Rusijos.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/ST0QJKeR-iI/AAAAAAAAAww/G9eAFTqBUzI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-8747843288860267339</id><published>2008-12-07T14:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:57:32.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sokis su protezais.</title><content type='html'>Dainos Bogdanienes straispnis 2008-04-10 lrytas.lt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Šokis su protezais: ar emigracija gali būti laiminga?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ne su viskuo sutinku, bet tiesos yra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kodėl, net ir pragyvenę emigracijoje daugelį metų, žmonės nesijaučia laimingi, juos nuolat lydi ilgesys ir jausmas, kad kažkas nėra gerai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amerikiečiai atliko tyrimą, atskleidžiantį tris pagrindinius laimės komponentus. Receptas labai paprastas, tačiau, net ir tą receptą mokant, laimė pasiekiama ne visiems.&lt;br /&gt;Tyrime dalyvavo Amerikos ir Pietų Korėjos studentai. Jie, gyvenantys tokiose dviejose skirtingose šalyse, buvo du mėnesius vieni nuo kitų visiškai nepriklausomai tiriami ir turėjo pildyti specialų klausimyną, pajutę momentus, kai jautėsi laimingais. Buvo siekiama nustatyti, kokie faktoriai suteikia laimės.&lt;br /&gt;Ir Amerikoje, ir Pietų Korėjoje buvo gautas visiškai vienodas atsakymas – laimė susideda iš trijų komponentų, kurie nepriklauso nei nuo laiko, nei nuo to, kokiomis aplinkybėmis toji laimė pajuntama, nei nuo šalies, kultūros, tradicijų, nei nuo ko nors kito.&lt;br /&gt;Šios trys laimės sudedamosios dalys, iš pirmo žvilgsnio, yra labai paprastos – tai: &lt;strong&gt;jausmas, kad esi kažkokios visuomeninės struktūros dalis, jausmas, kad kažką sugebi daryti gerai ir jausmas, jog esi laisvas. &lt;...&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gyvendamas įprastą gyvenimą, kiekvienas žmogus nuo mažumės susikuria aplink save mylinčių žmonių būrelį. Tai tėvai, draugai, kaimynai, vėliau – kolegos ar kiti gyvenime sutikti žmonės, kuriems pajunti simpatiją. Tarp jų ir randami artimiausi, brangiausi. Tai vadinamasis sociumas, nuo kurio didžia dalimi priklauso mūsų psichinė gerovė ir net sveikata.&lt;br /&gt;Būdami kartu su tais žmonėmis neabejotinai patiriame laimę. Net jei atsiduriame situacijose, kur mūsų nesupranta, kur turime prisitaikyti prie mums nemalonių ar net priešiškų žmonių, iškart atsigauname grįžę pas mums artimus žmones, pasikalbėję su draugais. Taigi įprastomis sąlygomis pirmąjį laimės komponentą galime turėti visi.&lt;br /&gt;Antrasis laimės komponentas – &lt;strong&gt;darbo džiaugsmas&lt;/strong&gt;. Nuo vaikystės imame ieškoti, svajoti apie savo širdžiai mielą profesiją. Galvojame apie tai, ką mums patinka daryti, ką darydami jaučiamės geriausiai, užsimirštame ir neskaičiuojame valandų. Šis laimės komponentas pasiekiamas, jei žinome, ko norime, ir to tikslo siekiame.&lt;br /&gt;Na ir trečiasis komponentas – pojūtis laisvai rinktis, galimybė gyventi pagal savo vertybes. Gal tai ir sunkiau įgyvendinamas dalykas, nes juk visų gyvenimas kupinas kompromisų. Dažnai negali būti savimi, nes bijai prarasti darbą, neįtikti viršininkui, būti nubaustas. Kankinamės, kai pilnatvės nejaučiame su nemylimu sutuoktiniu, bet vis tiek bijome ką nors keisti. Vis dėlto žmonės paprastai neišsižada savo svajonių, idealų, ir nepaisant sunkumų, stengiasi išsaugoti laisvę.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pažvelgus į šiuos laimės komponentus emigracijos sąlygomis, aiškėja, kad emigrantams laimė yra sunkiai pasiekiama, arba pasiekiama tik per ilgą laiką ir įdedant nemažų pastangų.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Todėl Lietuvoje kol kas dar tebevyraujanti teorija –&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;išvažiavau į užsienį, reiškia, kad automatiškai esu laimingas, yra neteisinga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Išvažiavęs į kitą šalį žmogus patenka į socialinę tuštumą. Jis praranda artimus žmones, draugus, turi viską susikurti iš naujo. Dažnai – nemokėdamas užsienio kalbos, bendraudamas su kitais tokiais pat imigrantais laužyta svetima kalba, nesugebėdamas išreikšti savo minčių, nesuvokdamas naujos visuomenės įstatymų, taisyklių, nerašytų kodų. Užsienyje daugeliui nėra kito socialinio gyvenimo, išskyrus darbą ir atsitiktinius santykius. Guodžiamasi gaunamais pinigais ir kelionėmis į Lietuvą.&lt;br /&gt;Imigrantą persekioja jausmas, kad jis niekam neįdomus, nereikalingas, niekam nerūpi, ir kad iš viso nėra skirtumo – yra jis, ar jo nėra. Karštligiškai palaikomas ryšys su tėvyne. Rašomi laiškai, skambinama telefonu gimtinėje likusiems artimiesiems, kurių ilgimasi.&lt;br /&gt;Tačiau pamažu, ypač ilgiau svetur pagyvenus, ryšiai, jei ir nenutrūksta, tai susilpnėja – juk negali artimo, labai brangaus žmogaus dažniau pamatyti, išgirsti. Šiais laikais tai kompensuojama internetu. Žinau, kad penktadienio vakarą daugelis su vyno buteliu įsitaiso prie kompiuterio – skype’o ir web kameros pagalba bendrauja su tokiu pat draugu, gyvenančiu kitoje šalyje. Bet tai yra tokie bendravimo protezai, kurie tikro bendravimo džiaugsmo atstoti negali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Užsienyje žmogus paprastai patenka iš savo turėto socialinio sluoksnio į daug žemesnį.&lt;/strong&gt; Turintys aukštąjį išsilavinimą dažnai dirba atsitiktinius, nekvalifikuotus darbus, apsupti kolegų iš kitų pasaulio šalių, su kuriais negali rasti bendros kalbos arba vietinių iš kito, dažnai žemesnio, socialinio ir intelektualinio sluoksnio, nei imigrantas. Karjerą imigrantui padaryti sunku, nes yra arba vyresnis, ir jau per vėlu mokytis kalbos, arba tiesiog neužtenka laiko bei užsispyrimo&lt;br /&gt;Atvykėlis puldinėja prie vietinių gyventojų, siekdamas rasti draugų. &lt;…&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;…&gt; Ieškoma atsitiktinių pažinčių su žmonėmis, kuriems nesi įdomus nei tu, nei jie tau įdomūs, atsitiktinių užsiėmimų, hobių, stojama į draugijas ir organizacijas, nusiviliant ir vėl bandant, žūtbūt stengiantis nepasiduoti ir surasti būdą, kaip jaustis gerai. Kai kurie keliauja, perka brangius daiktus, ima domėtis religija, daug sportuoti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Žmogui būdinga nepasiduoti, jis bet kokia kaina siekia laimės pojūčio ir kompensuoja jį kokiais nors surogatais, dažnai vistiek nepasiekdamas tikslo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kažkodėl peršasi metafora, kad emigranto gyvenimas yra tarsi tam tikras protezas – naujas, gražus pažiūrėti. Su juo gali vaikščioti, bet norint sušokti smagų gyvenimo valsą prireiks kur kas daugiau pastangų.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-8747843288860267339?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/8747843288860267339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=8747843288860267339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8747843288860267339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/8747843288860267339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/sokis-su-protezais.html' title='- Sokis su protezais.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7088723311204414662</id><published>2008-12-06T19:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:45:37.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Public transport in Barcelona.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Atsizvelgiat, kad tai milijoninis miestas, mano manymu, sistema funkcionuoja nepriekaistingai. Vilniuj kazkaip jau senokai visuomeniniu transportu neteko naudotis ir tuo labai dziaugiausi, taciau cia nesiskundziu.&lt;br /&gt;TMB (Transports Metropolitans de Barcelona) sistema sudaro autobusai, metro (hmm, nelabai as jiems prijauciu ir stengiuosi ta pati marsruta susirasti autobusu:), dar yra toks tramvajus, kurio neteko isbandyti.&lt;br /&gt;Netgi kazka panasaus i ´marsrutkes´maciau kai kuriuose rajonuose&lt;br /&gt;Visoms rusims galioja bendri bilietai – korteles, kurias ilipes is karto pazymi.&lt;br /&gt;Be to, 1h 15min laikotarpi gali 3 kartus persesti i kita transporto priemone uz tai papildomai nemokedamas. Zodziu, jeigu tau reikia nuvaziuoti trajektorija su 1-2 persedimais, tai mokesi tik viena karta. (ir vienaip skaiciavau, ir kitaip, bet brangiau nei Vilniuj tikrai nepasirode).&lt;br /&gt;Visi ilipa pro priekines duris ir tvarkingai pasizymi kortele.&lt;br /&gt;Yra spec. vietos , kurias PRIVALAI uzleisti seniems, su negalia, besilaukianciom ar pan.&lt;br /&gt;Beje, autobusa turi pats susistabdyti stoteleje pakeldamas ranka, nes kitaip jis pravaziuos nesustodamas,o noredamas islipti irgi taip pat turi paspausti mygtuka is anksto (cia man dar nepavyko suprasti, ka daryti, jeigu pvz esi ne vietinis ir is anksto nezinai, kad arteja tavo stotele ir nespeji paspausti to mygtuko:)&lt;br /&gt;Nekalbu jau apie visu autobusu pritaikyma invalidams – su nusileidziancia rampa, jeigu reikia ir spec vietas su dirzais priristi vezimeli, kas tikrai palengvina socialine integracija.&lt;br /&gt;Kiekvienoj stotelej – autobusu marsrutu ir metro liniju zemeplapis, kai kuriose yra stendai, kuriuose rodo, uz kiek laiko atvaziuos sekantis autobusas.&lt;br /&gt;O kur dar naktiniai autobusu marsrutai po visa miesta, kas 20 min ir metro sestadieni visa para, zodziu, tikrai nekyla pagunda i taxi sesti:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276733220641700178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/STq46CbZ-VI/AAAAAAAAAwY/RGtQ94bWT68/s200/tmb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7088723311204414662?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7088723311204414662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7088723311204414662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7088723311204414662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7088723311204414662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/12/public-transport-in-barcelona.html' title='- Public transport in Barcelona.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/STq46CbZ-VI/AAAAAAAAAwY/RGtQ94bWT68/s72-c/tmb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3456264655640357977</id><published>2008-11-29T14:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:44:06.519+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Allen Carr’s Easy Way to Stop Smoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/STG3fJFThNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/VmmKjQpOOyc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274198384269558994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/STG3fJFThNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/VmmKjQpOOyc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tai nėra patarimų knyga. Ji nėra skirta sąmoningam suvokimui. Nereikia mėginti jos suprasti protu. Nieko nebus. Nes knygos tekstas (meginant suvokti racionaliai) yra pakankamai tiesmukas, bukas ir su daugybe pasikartojimų.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nenoriu mistifikuoti šios knygos poveikio, bet manau, kad Alanui Karui į knygos tekstą pavyko įvesti kodą, kuris "kala" į žmogaus smegenis būtent per pasamone. Kryptingai koduotas tekstas yra galingas ginklas.&lt;br /&gt;Na, mano atveju taip sutapo, kad kito pasirinkimo nelabai ir turejau del aplinkos ir siaip nesiruosiau moketi kokiu ten 4 euru uz cigaretes.&lt;br /&gt;Beje, Alan Karas paskatintas neįtikėtino šios knygos pasisekimo dar yra prašęs panašias knygas apie metimą gerti, priklausomybę nuo narkotikų ir svorio reguliavimą. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3456264655640357977?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3456264655640357977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3456264655640357977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3456264655640357977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3456264655640357977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/11/allen-carrs-easy-way-to-stop-smoking.html' title='- Allen Carr’s Easy Way to Stop Smoking'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/STG3fJFThNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/VmmKjQpOOyc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-927661773472429329</id><published>2008-11-20T13:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:56:41.094+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- Dreaming is believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSVNvSt6a_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/MCCwVgnidzM/s1600-h/thegoodnightposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270704413780634610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSVNvSt6a_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/MCCwVgnidzM/s200/thegoodnightposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000362/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;: Sometimes I wish that you could just hit the sack and never wake up. If your favorite song never ended, or your best book never closed, if the emotions mustered from these things would just go on and on, who wouldn't want to stay asleep? The guy who discovers that perpetual dream, he's my man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Movie 'The Good Night' (2007)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-927661773472429329?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/927661773472429329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=927661773472429329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/927661773472429329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/927661773472429329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreaming-is-believing.html' title='- Dreaming is believing'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSVNvSt6a_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/MCCwVgnidzM/s72-c/thegoodnightposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1141929563075650821</id><published>2008-11-19T13:34:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:21:01.709+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- The air I breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSQDQaHVFYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/mrqxiqVFpZs/s1600-h/air_i_breathe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270341044353176962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSQDQaHVFYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/mrqxiqVFpZs/s200/air_i_breathe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001845/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: I always wondered, when a butterfly leaves the safety of its cocoon, does it realize how beautiful it has become? Or does it still just see itself as a caterpillar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: As far back as I can remember, I've never lost a fight. I didn't fight well because I was big or fast or mean. I fought well because I could see the future. The problem with seeing the future is that it only comes in bits and pieces, like a reflection in a broken mirror. After a while though it's like playing a video game in your head. Do it enough times and you know all the moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0309565"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Sometimes the things you can't change end up changing you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;: When you can see the future, you think you're capable of changing it. But you're just a witness to coming moments, unable to help, even if you wanted to and maybe you don't. Sometimes you think you're supposed to learn something, about patience or distance, but in the end it's all about discipline. Seeing things you don't always want to and just moving on. After a while things become easier. Your dream keeps your mind from wandering. You begin to accept things as they are. &lt;strong&gt;Every man has his destiny. You can't escape it, even if you can see it coming.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;* movie: The air I breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1141929563075650821?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1141929563075650821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1141929563075650821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1141929563075650821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1141929563075650821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/11/air-i-breath.html' title='- The air I breath'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSQDQaHVFYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/mrqxiqVFpZs/s72-c/air_i_breathe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4086867469630185373</id><published>2008-11-17T19:32:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:08:07.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- London.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGstk520YI/AAAAAAAAAvY/MPfHjr-81fM/s1600-h/PICT1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269682938000626050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGstk520YI/AAAAAAAAAvY/MPfHjr-81fM/s200/PICT1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGtV1b2DjI/AAAAAAAAAvg/KLkcJ0KF0oQ/s1600-h/PICT1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269683629632917042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGtV1b2DjI/AAAAAAAAAvg/KLkcJ0KF0oQ/s200/PICT1645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGuJQCutFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/yeYjwJVHfNE/s1600-h/PICT1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269684512948663378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGuJQCutFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/yeYjwJVHfNE/s200/PICT1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miestas - tikra maisalyne.. Nezinau, ar del oro, ar del metro (kuriu siaip nemegstu del klaustrofobijos deja :?) man pasirode nejaukus... Nors, itariu, imanoma priprasti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tik neisivaizduoju ar imanoma priprasti prie kainu..:)nors turbut atpranti paskui viska is 5 dauginti :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4086867469630185373?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4086867469630185373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4086867469630185373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4086867469630185373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4086867469630185373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/11/london.html' title='- London.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGstk520YI/AAAAAAAAAvY/MPfHjr-81fM/s72-c/PICT1697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-5210248580900348835</id><published>2008-10-31T21:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:49:29.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- gimta diena.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SRBCtmSekeI/AAAAAAAAAuY/AJTSYuGtdXA/s1600-h/BCN+Nov%2708+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264781315535704546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SRBCtmSekeI/AAAAAAAAAuY/AJTSYuGtdXA/s320/BCN+Nov%2708+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SRBDaWirlyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WNCRQTScr4A/s1600-h/BCN+Nov%2708+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264782084402812706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SRBDaWirlyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WNCRQTScr4A/s320/BCN+Nov%2708+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; SU GIMTADIENIU, SESI!! Aciu, kad gimei kartu:) Juk dviese daug smagiau! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-5210248580900348835?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/5210248580900348835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=5210248580900348835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5210248580900348835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5210248580900348835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/10/gimta-diena.html' title='- gimta diena.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SRBCtmSekeI/AAAAAAAAAuY/AJTSYuGtdXA/s72-c/BCN+Nov%2708+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3882189828251920652</id><published>2008-10-26T19:55:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:47:24.231+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SQSw7h0Ky4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/HxZ2RvZOXHQ/s1600-h/getMediaFile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261524801411533698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SQSw7h0Ky4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/HxZ2RvZOXHQ/s200/getMediaFile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Stovejau ir galvojau, ar yra siame mieste vieta, kurioje dirbdamas nesijausciau taip, &lt;strong&gt;tarsi gyvenimas, tikrasis gyvenimas, kazkur kitur vyksta labiau is esmes, ne taip nykiai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Kiek kartu gyvenime jau praejau pro ta medi ir jo nepamaciau? Ta gatve juk ejau koki tukstanti kartu, daugiau kaip tukstanti. Kaip galejau jo nepamatyti? Ka dar praziopsojau? Kiek dar meiliu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ali Smith ,&lt;/u&gt;Kaip viskas buvo ir kiti pasakojimai'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3882189828251920652?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3882189828251920652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3882189828251920652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3882189828251920652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3882189828251920652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/10/stovejau-ir-galvojau-ar-yra-siame.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SQSw7h0Ky4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/HxZ2RvZOXHQ/s72-c/getMediaFile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7966187874114314493</id><published>2008-10-25T20:47:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:23:08.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- gyvenimas po dievo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SQNfyhOpgaI/AAAAAAAAAt4/9rdeWADLIsw/s1600-h/01AwcAXzTqDZMAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261154111216779682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SQNfyhOpgaI/AAAAAAAAAt4/9rdeWADLIsw/s200/01AwcAXzTqDZMAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kol esi jaunas, visada jauti, kad gyvenimas dar neprasidejo – kad “gyvenimas” turi prasideti kuta savaite, kita menesi, kitais metais, po atsotogu – zodziu, kada nors. Taciau paskui tu tampi vyresnis, o numtytas gyvenims taip ir neprasideda…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you're young, you always feel that life hasn't yet begun--that 'life' is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays," and it's true. It's tempting to consider, for example, what may have happened differently had this reviewer read that line earlier in life. Suddenly you're old and the scheduled life didn't arrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ji paklause:&lt;br /&gt;- Zmogus pirmakart isimyli tik viena vieninteli karta, ar ne?&lt;br /&gt;Ir as jai atsakiau:&lt;br /&gt;- Na, tu bent jau turejai tokia proga. Daugelis jos dar tebelaukia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ji sake prisimenanti viena dalyka is jaunystes – ji prisimena, kad pasaulis buvo pilnas stebuklu, o gyvenimas atrode lyg stebuklingu akimirku verinys, viena po kitos atsiverianciu paslapciu ir del to ji jautesi transe. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;O dabar ji nebezino kaip susigrazinti ta stebuklo pojuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kiekvienas is musu kasdien isgyvena nors kelias trumpas akimirkas, kurios paveikia mus siek tiek stipriau nei kitos – tai glai buti isgirsts zodis, istringantis I galva, ar nereiskmingas atsitikimas, nors trumpam priverciantis isslysti is savo kiauto &lt;…&gt;. Jei mes uzrasytume isas tas trumpas akimirkas i blonknota ir paskui paskaitytume po keleto menesiu, pamatytume, kad toje istorijoje galima isvelgti tam tikrus desningumus. Mes suvoktume, kad savo viduje gyvenam visiskai kita gyvenima, apie kuri ne neitariam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Taigi gal butent sios trumpos nebylios akimirkos ir yra tikrieji ivykiai, is kuriu susideda musu gyvenimo istorija. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7966187874114314493?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7966187874114314493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7966187874114314493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7966187874114314493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7966187874114314493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/10/gyvenimas-po-dievo.html' title='- gyvenimas po dievo.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SQNfyhOpgaI/AAAAAAAAAt4/9rdeWADLIsw/s72-c/01AwcAXzTqDZMAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4665002455387348778</id><published>2008-10-15T11:16:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:31:09.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>- catala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGpV3_iC5I/AAAAAAAAAuw/qr211ApxMu8/s1600-h/n544826163_1591154_4766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269679232272960402" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGpV3_iC5I/AAAAAAAAAuw/qr211ApxMu8/s200/n544826163_1591154_4766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGprqLx7MI/AAAAAAAAAu4/spD9CI2jnKs/s1600-h/n544826163_1591152_3440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269679606523358402" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGprqLx7MI/AAAAAAAAAu4/spD9CI2jnKs/s200/n544826163_1591152_3440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGp4aA8RlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/mlHpFbsFtlE/s1600-h/n544826163_1590967_8762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269679825521231442" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGp4aA8RlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/mlHpFbsFtlE/s200/n544826163_1590967_8762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vakar pradejau katalonu kalbos kursus (oficiali kalba Andoroj, Katalonijoj, Balearijoj, Valensijoj, panasi i italu, prancuzu, portugalu kalbas).&lt;br /&gt;Labai tarptautine kompanija : is Indijos, Svedijos, Argentinos, Kubos, Prancuzijos, Kinijos, Ekvadoro, Portugalijos,Tenerifes, Kolumbijos, Ukrainos (!!). Jau planuojam eiti vakarieniauti kuria diena po pamokos:)&lt;br /&gt;siaip tai gan vargina nuo 19 iki 22 mokytis, tuo labiau, kad gauni daug intensyvios informacijos, bet vis tiek smagu, kai dalykas patinka...ir siaip pasiilgau ka nors naujo suzinot! Ir be to - nemokamai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4665002455387348778?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4665002455387348778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4665002455387348778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4665002455387348778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4665002455387348778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/10/catala.html' title='- catala'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SSGpV3_iC5I/AAAAAAAAAuw/qr211ApxMu8/s72-c/n544826163_1591154_4766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6837221270825143360</id><published>2008-10-11T13:12:00.021+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:41:11.659+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPR139l-RVI/AAAAAAAAAtw/cdChz_qgFRA/s1600-h/n754139676_1070034_4019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pastebejau, kad kiekviens zmogus turi ‘slapta’ savo sypsena&lt;br /&gt;Kalbu ne apie ta – paradine, bet tokia kitokia, kuria galima p&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOPNAdtH7I/AAAAAAAAAtI/KckF7aWnVdY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702643697164210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="32" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOPNAdtH7I/AAAAAAAAAtI/KckF7aWnVdY/s200/2.jpg" width="65" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;astebeti tik ilgai &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPONFSFO-xI/AAAAAAAAAso/8jPjWjUGOiM/s1600-h/n715576857_719216_4343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256700311964154642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPONFSFO-xI/AAAAAAAAAso/8jPjWjUGOiM/s320/n715576857_719216_4343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPONo3pHwjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/nv5hz8JPbaI/s1600-h/n1127354833_30125059_8720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256700923342209586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPONo3pHwjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/nv5hz8JPbaI/s320/n1127354833_30125059_8720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bendraujanti&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOIj95mp7I/AAAAAAAAArY/rPlX_S0oHG8/s1600-h/n685827219_861154_4009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPR1Hgyo8PI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rlEnLTAN8uk/s1600-h/n723067926_1044015_5015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955436970078450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPR1Hgyo8PI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rlEnLTAN8uk/s200/n723067926_1044015_5015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stebint ta zmogu ivairiose  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPR1c6Ow_-I/AAAAAAAAAto/_FkIoPSYJUc/s1600-h/n723067926_1044016_5293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955804576186338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPR1c6Ow_-I/AAAAAAAAAto/_FkIoPSYJUc/s200/n723067926_1044016_5293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;situacijose&lt;br /&gt;Tai sypsena, kai gal net labiau sypsosi akys.&lt;br /&gt;Pabandykit patys pagaudyt:) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPR03UJGQxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/FPb0KUS5AKg/s1600-h/n723067926_1044015_5015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOIGtlkHOI/AAAAAAAAArQ/U58__BaeaAA/s1600-h/smile+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOJUSxYOYI/AAAAAAAAAro/RNiB_81qGVk/s1600-h/n754139676_1070013_3922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256696171800836482" style="WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px" height="42" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOJUSxYOYI/AAAAAAAAAro/RNiB_81qGVk/s320/n754139676_1070013_3922.jpg" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOJpUD-pSI/AAAAAAAAAr4/gr46fNOlnL4/s1600-h/jurgit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256696532924540194" style="WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 39px" height="42" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOJpUD-pSI/AAAAAAAAAr4/gr46fNOlnL4/s200/jurgit.jpg" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOKvCZBEQI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/eBtwTEfY11o/s1600-h/n831828815_338543_7685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256697730771783938" style="WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 38px" height="40" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOKvCZBEQI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/eBtwTEfY11o/s200/n831828815_338543_7685.jpg" width="64" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOLWCP2BgI/AAAAAAAAAsY/D7UFiASKnp8/s1600-h/319729722110_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256698400748209666" style="WIDTH: 58px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 34px" height="35" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOLWCP2BgI/AAAAAAAAAsY/D7UFiASKnp8/s200/319729722110_0_ALB.jpg" width="58" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOMp8ku_9I/AAAAAAAAAsg/o7Z354w6-LE/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256699842334228434" style="WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 35px" height="48" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOMp8ku_9I/AAAAAAAAAsg/o7Z354w6-LE/s200/005.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOOcrjD_zI/AAAAAAAAAs4/j3RNZMO0rFc/s1600-h/n589729523_1418199_152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256701813448769330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOOcrjD_zI/AAAAAAAAAs4/j3RNZMO0rFc/s320/n589729523_1418199_152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOPFowAijI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uBqHG-O62V0/s1600-h/n685507592_779172_2987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702517072398898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOPFowAijI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uBqHG-O62V0/s320/n685507592_779172_2987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOSfot5m7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/T_rcngHxTeQ/s1600-h/n754139676_1070034_4019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256706262275038130" style="WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 35px" height="45" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOSfot5m7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/T_rcngHxTeQ/s200/n754139676_1070034_4019.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ieskok kazko, kas tave vercia sypsotis&lt;br /&gt;nes reikia tik sypsenos, kad bloga diena atrodytu nuostabi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;p.s. idomu ar draugai patys atpazista savo sypsenas sitose nuotraukose?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hope my friend won't get angry I show their smiles:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6837221270825143360?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6837221270825143360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6837221270825143360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6837221270825143360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6837221270825143360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/10/smile.html' title='- smile'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SPOPNAdtH7I/AAAAAAAAAtI/KckF7aWnVdY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-2453272145700868303</id><published>2008-10-06T20:09:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:07:27.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- salsaloneta 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOpHOlvES3I/AAAAAAAAAq4/tIcrPoL7UeU/s1600-h/ElGranCombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254090231254371186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOpHOlvES3I/AAAAAAAAAq4/tIcrPoL7UeU/s200/ElGranCombo.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kaip atsigavau vakar po El gran combo koncerto Barcelonetoj...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kai groja Las gotas de lluvia ar Ojos chinitos, kaip gali nustoveti vietoje?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ej, auquellas tardes de domingo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-2453272145700868303?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/2453272145700868303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=2453272145700868303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2453272145700868303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2453272145700868303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/10/salsa.html' title='- salsaloneta 2008'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOpHOlvES3I/AAAAAAAAAq4/tIcrPoL7UeU/s72-c/ElGranCombo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7621043960486989018</id><published>2008-10-04T20:25:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:48:44.389+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOesYsEEJyI/AAAAAAAAAqw/37Ao32wBnJA/s1600-h/dancing_ladies_sunset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357030496020258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOesYsEEJyI/AAAAAAAAAqw/37Ao32wBnJA/s200/dancing_ladies_sunset1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May your song be long and sad, boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to dance tonight , until sunset&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*A. Baricco 'Silk'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7621043960486989018?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7621043960486989018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7621043960486989018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7621043960486989018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7621043960486989018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/10/may-your-song-be-long-and-sad-boy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOesYsEEJyI/AAAAAAAAAqw/37Ao32wBnJA/s72-c/dancing_ladies_sunset1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6414093873551559226</id><published>2008-10-02T13:00:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:20:51.591+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-per savaite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOeJuAx1PGI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/q7eY38j_scw/s1600-h/P9280424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253318913926970466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOeJuAx1PGI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/q7eY38j_scw/s200/P9280424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-uzsirasiau i katalonu kalbos kursus (jie cia nemokami!), nes be to cia, aisku, ne is vietos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-gavau socialinio draudimo numeri ir uzsieniecio identifikacini numeri (reikia uzsiregistruoti policijos komisariate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-pradejau lankyt sporto kluba (jis prie pat namu, cheche)...Ir smagu kad cia i kluba einama sportuoti o ne tos su tona makiazo saves parodyt kaip lt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;*ech, to darbo negavau, bet gal ir gerai, ne mano jis buvo, ne mano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. Dar toks sutapimas. Buvo cia tokios rusies jogurtai kurie man be galo patikdavo! Bet kai tik atvaziavau, pirmom dienom dar ju buvo, o dabar iseme is apyvartos nes niekas nepirkdavo to skonio! net nezinau, ar juoktis, ar verkti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6414093873551559226?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6414093873551559226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6414093873551559226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6414093873551559226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6414093873551559226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/10/per-savaite.html' title='-per savaite'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOeJuAx1PGI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/q7eY38j_scw/s72-c/P9280424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6189881961780555566</id><published>2008-09-30T21:10:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:25:01.013+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- myliu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOJwnKgpJuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vYjcRZX2kwM/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+25.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251883933605897954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOJwnKgpJuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vYjcRZX2kwM/s200/Video+call+snapshot+25.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;savaite kaip esu cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ir siandien atejo tokia nostalgija ir taip visu pasiilgau!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;labiausiai, aisku, Agnes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bet jai turbut dar liudniau negu man, nes pas mane bent jau geras oras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;praneskit, jei pamatysit, kad ji liudna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. ups sesi, nepyk uz nuotrauka, cia per webcam daryta, kai miami buvai ir tokios melynos akys :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(na va, jau prasideda sentimentalumai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Agne Feb'08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6189881961780555566?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6189881961780555566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6189881961780555566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6189881961780555566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6189881961780555566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/09/myliu.html' title='- myliu.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOJwnKgpJuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vYjcRZX2kwM/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+25.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6737059684905921134</id><published>2008-09-27T20:14:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:34:26.113+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- hoy hay esperanza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SN5xQv6WaXI/AAAAAAAAAqA/XYrS6Ey8Fa0/s1600-h/CHESTER+08.08+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250758748113627506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SN5xQv6WaXI/AAAAAAAAAqA/XYrS6Ey8Fa0/s200/CHESTER+08.08+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;man sako, kad esu nekantri&lt;br /&gt;bet ka as galiu padaryti,kad taip ir yra - noriu kad is karto viskas susitvarkytu, ieitu i iprastas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Ir tai man buvo lengvesne adaptacija nei kitiems, nes is karto turejau ir kur miegot, ir ka valgyt....&lt;br /&gt;Bet man norisi kuo greiciau pradeti gyventi iprasta gyvenima - eiti i sporto kluba (beje, cia pirma menesi,apart menesinio, reikia moketi 80 eur toki kaip registracijos mokesti, kad nekeistum klubu kas menesiu.), eiti sokti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sep'08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6737059684905921134?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6737059684905921134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6737059684905921134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6737059684905921134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6737059684905921134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/09/man-sako-kad-esu-nekantri-bet-ka-as.html' title='- hoy hay esperanza.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SN5xQv6WaXI/AAAAAAAAAqA/XYrS6Ey8Fa0/s72-c/CHESTER+08.08+257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4851340968987702026</id><published>2008-09-24T21:38:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:55:12.791+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-2 d.</title><content type='html'>vakar buvo salsos koncertas prie Triumfo arkos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bicmmVhggIM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bicmmVhggIM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paskui sidras ir tapas.. hmmm pradedu dziaugtis gyvenimu:)&lt;br /&gt;o siandien nemokamas iejimas i muziejus tai pagaliau nuejau i Poble Espanyol (muziejus kuriame yra architekturos pavyzdziu is ivairiu Ispanijos vietu)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SNytiAiHgGI/AAAAAAAAApo/_foi0dWUDRY/s1600-h/Jordi+Bayo+08.08+371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250262065377411170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SNytiAiHgGI/AAAAAAAAApo/_foi0dWUDRY/s200/Jordi+Bayo+08.08+371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SNyqoa0Y3eI/AAAAAAAAApY/ReUTQxDV9NU/s1600-h/Jordi+Bayo+08.08+383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250258876977700322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SNyqoa0Y3eI/AAAAAAAAApY/ReUTQxDV9NU/s200/Jordi+Bayo+08.08+383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SNyvIdhI0YI/AAAAAAAAApw/rUmQS_uQSzg/s1600-h/Jordi+Bayo+08.08+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250263825504588162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SNyvIdhI0YI/AAAAAAAAApw/rUmQS_uQSzg/s200/Jordi+Bayo+08.08+381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SNyv62bAz-I/AAAAAAAAAp4/yB2K_2YAiXo/s1600-h/Jordi+Bayo+08.08+394.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4851340968987702026?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4851340968987702026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4851340968987702026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4851340968987702026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4851340968987702026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-d.html' title='-2 d.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SNytiAiHgGI/AAAAAAAAApo/_foi0dWUDRY/s72-c/Jordi+Bayo+08.08+371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6205902375195717323</id><published>2008-09-23T19:57:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:32:45.168+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-1 diena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOeobDnD-FI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2KuCFA8F6FE/s1600-h/travel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253352673130051666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOeobDnD-FI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2KuCFA8F6FE/s200/travel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Negaliu patiket, atskrendam, o cia - lyja ir gal tik koks 19 laispniu&lt;br /&gt;o tokia grazia diena vilniuj palikom...&lt;br /&gt;tai nepavyks rytoj i papludimi nueit kaip planavau...&lt;br /&gt;Siom dienom cia vyksta Barcelonos miesto dienos ir daug visokiu renginiu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tai gal jau sivakar kur nors eisim, o rytoj cia nedarbo diena....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siaip keistai jauciuosi. Atrodo, norisi nueiti i patinkancias vietas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;paragauti maisto, bet paskui suprantu kad viskam tam dar turesiu daug laiko ir nera kur skubeti.... Jau pasiilgau visu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6205902375195717323?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6205902375195717323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6205902375195717323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6205902375195717323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6205902375195717323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-diena.html' title='-1 diena'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SOeobDnD-FI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2KuCFA8F6FE/s72-c/travel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7623017790497428581</id><published>2008-09-17T00:36:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:12:55.646+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- He aprendido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He aprendido&lt;/span&gt; que no puedes hacer que alguien te ame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He aprendido&lt;/span&gt; que no importa cuánto quieras,algunas personas simplemente no corresponden tu cariño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He aprendido&lt;/span&gt; que siempre debes despedirte de los seres amados con palabras de amor.Podría ser la última vez que los veas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He aprendido&lt;/span&gt; que no siempre es suficiente ser perdonado por los otros. A veces debes aprender a perdonarte a ti mismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7623017790497428581?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7623017790497428581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7623017790497428581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7623017790497428581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7623017790497428581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-aprendido.html' title='- He aprendido'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7568598711937652160</id><published>2008-09-17T00:36:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:50:57.491+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-I guess things happen for a reason.</title><content type='html'>tears eventually fade and one day everything will be exactly how it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moving on&lt;/strong&gt; is a process and&lt;/span&gt; you have to &lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt; yourself that you're really ready to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246739934701650178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SNAqLBS_gQI/AAAAAAAAApA/T1T-koH4Euo/s320/180_let_go.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7568598711937652160?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7568598711937652160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7568598711937652160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7568598711937652160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7568598711937652160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-guess-things-happen-for-reason.html' title='-I guess things happen for a reason.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SNAqLBS_gQI/AAAAAAAAApA/T1T-koH4Euo/s72-c/180_let_go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1326865444704465717</id><published>2008-09-07T19:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:55:41.483+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SMQHQN-ZXDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bJBE_c3N1dM/s1600-h/SalsaRyga2008_0830(019).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243323841376771122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SMQHQN-ZXDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bJBE_c3N1dM/s200/SalsaRyga2008_0830(019).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SMQHAKfA9GI/AAAAAAAAAoI/4EggI43ouMw/s1600-h/SalsaRyga2008_0830(020).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243323565561934946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SMQHAKfA9GI/AAAAAAAAAoI/4EggI43ouMw/s200/SalsaRyga2008_0830(020).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.you set the standard for people to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.keep that in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1326865444704465717?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1326865444704465717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1326865444704465717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1326865444704465717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1326865444704465717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SMQHQN-ZXDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bJBE_c3N1dM/s72-c/SalsaRyga2008_0830(019).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-5757396263835825554</id><published>2008-09-02T22:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:00:59.189+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- I hate stairs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SL2Z3N3l06I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ptjdXhmJ-_M/s1600-h/stairs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241514715223806882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SL2Z3N3l06I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ptjdXhmJ-_M/s200/stairs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SL2aEaKb8rI/AAAAAAAAAng/7fGaYRzedFk/s1600-h/sairs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241514941862376114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SL2aEaKb8rI/AAAAAAAAAng/7fGaYRzedFk/s200/sairs3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SL2aRzXlmII/AAAAAAAAAno/cuo572uSBaE/s1600-h/sirs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241515171966720130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SL2aRzXlmII/AAAAAAAAAno/cuo572uSBaE/s200/sirs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SL2bXIO5QBI/AAAAAAAAAnw/jAJ7S27j8LA/s1600-h/stairs4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241516362978377746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SL2bXIO5QBI/AAAAAAAAAnw/jAJ7S27j8LA/s200/stairs4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-5757396263835825554?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/5757396263835825554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=5757396263835825554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5757396263835825554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5757396263835825554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-stairs.html' title='- I hate stairs.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SL2Z3N3l06I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ptjdXhmJ-_M/s72-c/stairs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4050170981226443604</id><published>2008-08-25T17:54:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:56:52.943+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-being a bad girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SLLMP23YbkI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uqtnsDlPBBk/s1600-h/b+g+guide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238473889383214658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SLLMP23YbkI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uqtnsDlPBBk/s320/b+g+guide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will anyone notice if I forget to return to work fter my three-martini lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people take dating too seriosly - and bad girls know better. bad girl knows that &lt;strong&gt;date shold be as simple and carefree as a road trip&lt;/strong&gt;. All you need to know is wht time you're leaving and who you're going with. Beyond that - how you'll pass the time who you'll meet along the way or which alias you'll use - is one big mistery. So why worry? If you're constantly imagining what's arond the next bend you're missing the view nd the whole point of the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cameron Tuttle: 'B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ad Girl's gide to getting what you want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4050170981226443604?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4050170981226443604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4050170981226443604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4050170981226443604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4050170981226443604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-anyone-notice-if-i-forget-to.html' title='-being a bad girl'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SLLMP23YbkI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uqtnsDlPBBk/s72-c/b+g+guide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3309031047574236587</id><published>2008-08-23T16:55:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:28:39.814+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- nes kelias yra gyvenimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SLAXJmIzaiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Iv05x9tgep0/s1600-h/toji+istorija.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237711820255619618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SLAXJmIzaiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Iv05x9tgep0/s400/toji+istorija.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Me dijo que en su opinión la gente vive años y años, pero que en realidad es sólo en una pequeña parte de esos años &lt;strong&gt;cuando vive de verdad&lt;/strong&gt;, y esto es en los años en que &lt;strong&gt;consigue hacer aquello para lo qie nació.&lt;/strong&gt; Entonces, en ese momento, es feliz, el resto del tiempo es tiempo que se pasa esperando o recordando. Cuando esperas o recuerdas, me dijo, no estás triste ni feliz. Pareces triste, pero se trata únicamente de que estás esperando o recordando. &lt;strong&gt;No está triste la gente que espera, ni tampoco la que recuerda.&lt;/strong&gt; Simplemente, está lejos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nors atrodo, kad zmones gyvena metu metus, is tiesu jie gyvena tik maza to laiko dali, ir tai yra tie metai, kai jie gali daryti, kam yra gime. Tuomet jie yra laimingi. Likes laikas prabega laukiant arba prisimenant. Kai lauki arba prisimeni, pasake, nesi nei liudnas, nei laimingas. Atrodai liudnas, bet taip yra tik todel, kad lauki arba prisimeni. Laukiantys zmones near liudni, taip pat ir prisimenantys. Jie tiesiog nutole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Jei myli tą, kuris myli tave, niekada nepaniekink jo svajonių. Pati didžiausia ir nelogiškiausia iš jų esi tu pats&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si amas a alguien que te ama, nunca desenmascares sus sueños. El más grande, e ilógico, eres tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3309031047574236587?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3309031047574236587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3309031047574236587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3309031047574236587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3309031047574236587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-dijo-que-en-su-opinin-la-gente-vive.html' title='- nes kelias yra gyvenimas'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SLAXJmIzaiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Iv05x9tgep0/s72-c/toji+istorija.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4896136975525625544</id><published>2008-08-22T21:07:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:30:27.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A veces pasa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pasa que una tarde, te pones a rebuscar entre tus recuerdos, y comienzas acordarte de la gente que ha pasado por tu vida y con la que has perdido totalmente el contacto. Y te preguntas: ¿qué andará haciendo ahora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amigos que compartieron noches locas, noches tristes, noches desastrosas y con los que juraste no perder nunca el contacto.&lt;/span&gt; Amigos que en su momento significaron para ti algo más que una simple amistad, amigos que se convirtieron en amor. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Amigos que te ayudaron, a los que ayudastes, a los que hicistes daño y te lo hicieron a ti... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4896136975525625544?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4896136975525625544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4896136975525625544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4896136975525625544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4896136975525625544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/08/veces-pasa_22.html' title='A veces pasa...'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7765754743929392223</id><published>2008-08-10T01:17:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:32:44.563+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-18 Jul'08 - 31 Jul'08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; VILNIUS-DAUGAVPILS-REZEKNE-VORU-TARTU-SETOMAA-PIUSA-PSKOV-S.PEBTERSBURGO-NARVA-LAHEMAA-TALLINN-KURESSAARE-PARNU-SIGULDA-RIGA-RUNDALE-VILNIUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4Y6yBzCQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/gmwIqiKiacM/s1600-h/973760371210_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232647215191886082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4Y6yBzCQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/gmwIqiKiacM/s200/973760371210_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4YcJJQu2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/6xGBTqJXlPk/s1600-h/123760371210_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232646688821263202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4YcJJQu2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/6xGBTqJXlPk/s200/123760371210_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4Z5QVRL8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/vXQVJPcOvDM/s1600-h/185980371210_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232648288478506946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4Z5QVRL8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/vXQVJPcOvDM/s200/185980371210_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4YjORQ2CI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/l8ZJEAk23Go/s1600-h/963760371210_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232646810456086562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4YjORQ2CI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/l8ZJEAk23Go/s200/963760371210_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4ZRGtEx_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/jDXeKl_l08g/s1600-h/145980371210_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232647598699235314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4ZRGtEx_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/jDXeKl_l08g/s200/145980371210_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4Yx48_EKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Xap2lBgPXqg/s1600-h/965980371210_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232647062431928482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4Yx48_EKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Xap2lBgPXqg/s200/965980371210_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7765754743929392223?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7765754743929392223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7765754743929392223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7765754743929392223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7765754743929392223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/08/18-jul08-31-jul08.html' title='-18 Jul&apos;08 - 31 Jul&apos;08'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SJ4Y6yBzCQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/gmwIqiKiacM/s72-c/973760371210_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3266050237870223469</id><published>2008-07-17T20:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:47:28.564+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- my girls:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SH-FHaCrHlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HtUCSSiINPA/s1600-h/2008_0716despedida0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224040455069179474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SH-FHaCrHlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HtUCSSiINPA/s320/2008_0716despedida0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Inga&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;2-Milda-Justina * 16 Jul'08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3266050237870223469?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3266050237870223469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3266050237870223469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3266050237870223469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3266050237870223469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-girls.html' title='- my girls:'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SH-FHaCrHlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HtUCSSiINPA/s72-c/2008_0716despedida0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3977409823188914624</id><published>2008-07-14T16:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:06:04.225+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SHtPMcPUxII/AAAAAAAAAlo/7Hjhfq59_3o/s1600-h/324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222855268023714946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SHtPMcPUxII/AAAAAAAAAlo/7Hjhfq59_3o/s400/324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3977409823188914624?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3977409823188914624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3977409823188914624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3977409823188914624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3977409823188914624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SHtPMcPUxII/AAAAAAAAAlo/7Hjhfq59_3o/s72-c/324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-271077722175737395</id><published>2008-07-09T16:10:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:53:50.788+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- nada mas importa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SHXDYGTGAzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/dBg8cgfSdP4/s1600-h/mujer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221294161780933426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SHXDYGTGAzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/dBg8cgfSdP4/s200/mujer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&gt; Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suceden cosas que son como preguntas.&lt;br /&gt;Pasa un minuto, o tal vez años, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y después la vida responde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-271077722175737395?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/271077722175737395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=271077722175737395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/271077722175737395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/271077722175737395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/07/nada-mas-importa.html' title='- nada mas importa'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SHXDYGTGAzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/dBg8cgfSdP4/s72-c/mujer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1585750056409070947</id><published>2008-07-08T14:30:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:22:55.731+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- IF...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SHO7vjmFfiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/nPRTw24JC9I/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220722818735767074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SHO7vjmFfiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/nPRTw24JC9I/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i fuese un día...seria un viernes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese un mes...seria Mayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese una comida...seria una paella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese una bebida... sería NESTEA&lt;br /&gt;Si fuese una bebida alcoholica...seria martini...umm&lt;br /&gt;Si fuese una prenda de ropa...seria un vestido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese una parte del cuerpo...seria el cuello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese otra persona...seria....mi hermanita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese olor...seria el aroma de una noxe de verano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese sabor...seria picante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si yo fuese un perfume ...seria de Hugo Boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese color...seria el azul turquesa por supuesto :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese sentimiento... seria el deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese mentira ...seria una pekeña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese un elemento...seria el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese una oración ...seria perdón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si fuese una casa... seria con terraza y muchas ventanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fuese otra.... seria &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1585750056409070947?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1585750056409070947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1585750056409070947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1585750056409070947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1585750056409070947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/07/si-fuese-un-da.html' title='- IF...'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SHO7vjmFfiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/nPRTw24JC9I/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6589793583853605498</id><published>2008-07-02T16:39:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:10:18.829+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-La vida corre como loca por mis venas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGuFP-JJrtI/AAAAAAAAAk4/rFlSGK1byQ0/s1600-h/y1pnxM1U0hmRJncbge90AnunGHy1vlwGXdK0jdNvyrFNWy7TnV9RO_iq4J5h_HW23rw4lPGp4NZYp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218411102664765138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGuFP-JJrtI/AAAAAAAAAk4/rFlSGK1byQ0/s320/y1pnxM1U0hmRJncbge90AnunGHy1vlwGXdK0jdNvyrFNWy7TnV9RO_iq4J5h_HW23rw4lPGp4NZYp4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Que pases una buena noche, o sino que duermas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6589793583853605498?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6589793583853605498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6589793583853605498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6589793583853605498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6589793583853605498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/07/que-pases-una-buena-noche-o-sino-que.html' title='-La vida corre como loca por mis venas...'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGuFP-JJrtI/AAAAAAAAAk4/rFlSGK1byQ0/s72-c/y1pnxM1U0hmRJncbge90AnunGHy1vlwGXdK0jdNvyrFNWy7TnV9RO_iq4J5h_HW23rw4lPGp4NZYp4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-6268626787966600887</id><published>2008-06-28T15:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:17:49.507+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- tierras de cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;...&gt; Aquellas dos imágenes le habían entrado por los ojos como la instantánea percepción de la felicidad absoluta y sin condiciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se las llevaría consigo para siempre. Porque es así como te fastidia la vida. Te pilla cuando todavía tienes el alma adormecida y siembra en su interior una imagen, o un olor, o un sonido que después ya nunca puedes sacarte de encima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y aquélla era la felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Lo descubres después, cuando ya es demasiado tarde. Y ya eres, para siempre, un exiliado: a miles de kilómetros de aquella imagen, de aquel sonido, de aquel olor.&lt;br /&gt;A la deriva. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;* Alessandro Baricco Tierras de cristal (fragmento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216905058815380898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGYrgrmhDaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/txpYZAPMsEU/s320/sapnai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-6268626787966600887?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/6268626787966600887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=6268626787966600887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6268626787966600887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/6268626787966600887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/06/tierras-de-cristal.html' title='- tierras de cristal'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGYrgrmhDaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/txpYZAPMsEU/s72-c/sapnai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-2620904003824930590</id><published>2008-06-28T14:42:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:49:32.795+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sometimes things come to you as blessings you don't expect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you know that language, it's easy to believe that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city…&lt;br /&gt;without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGYqOXpEboI/AAAAAAAAAko/ItoBINrLTHk/s1600-h/vuleve+a+ser+primavera.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216903644708105858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGYqOXpEboI/AAAAAAAAAko/ItoBINrLTHk/s320/vuleve+a+ser+primavera.bmp" width="339" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGYqOXpEboI/AAAAAAAAAko/ItoBINrLTHk/s1600-h/vuleve+a+ser+primavera.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.zaadz.com/964/the_alchemist/by_paulo_coelho"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;h&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Alchemist: A Fable About Following Your Dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-2620904003824930590?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/2620904003824930590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=2620904003824930590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2620904003824930590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2620904003824930590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-things-come-to-you-as.html' title='- Sometimes things come to you as blessings you don&apos;t expect'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGYqOXpEboI/AAAAAAAAAko/ItoBINrLTHk/s72-c/vuleve+a+ser+primavera.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-5302580937739905966</id><published>2008-06-27T14:23:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:33:34.760+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Winners make things happen, losers let things happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Warrior of the Light&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;felt afraid of going into battle. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGYQPTu8nhI/AAAAAAAAAkg/XupzQBe1zLo/s1600-h/warrior+of+the+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216875073536564754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGYQPTu8nhI/AAAAAAAAAkg/XupzQBe1zLo/s200/warrior+of+the+light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Warrior of the Light&lt;/span&gt; has, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at some time in the past, lied or betrayed someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Warrior of the Light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;has trodden a path that was not his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Warrior of the Light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;has suffered for the most trivial of reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Warrior of the Light&lt;/span&gt; has, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least once, believed he was not a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Warrior of the Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Warrior of the Light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;has failed in his spiritual duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Warrior of the Light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;has said 'yes' when he wanted to say 'no.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Warrior of the Light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;has hurt someone he loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;That is why he is a Warrior of the Light&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;because he has been through all this and yet has never lost hope of being better than he is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this MIRACLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;* &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://quotes.zaadz.com/Paulo_Coelho"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Warrior of the Light&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-5302580937739905966?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/5302580937739905966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=5302580937739905966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5302580937739905966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5302580937739905966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_27.html' title='- Winners make things happen, losers let things happen'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGYQPTu8nhI/AAAAAAAAAkg/XupzQBe1zLo/s72-c/warrior+of+the+light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4111576268935566944</id><published>2008-06-26T15:22:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:41:11.394+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- its not how good you are, it's how much you want it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGOKCZIVq3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PXWFnx_K5Eo/s1600-h/cards+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216164567135398770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGOKCZIVq3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PXWFnx_K5Eo/s200/cards+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ,,&lt;em&gt;La vida s como un juego de cartas&lt;/em&gt;, si juegas mucho puedes ganar mucho o perder mucho, si juegas poco tambien puedes ganar o perder poco,&lt;br /&gt;pero lo que &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;no puedes hacer es quedarte detras de la mesa de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGOKF1D7KdI/AAAAAAAAAkY/XeS4GZBOmNo/s1600-h/kortos.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216164626172684754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGOKF1D7KdI/AAAAAAAAAkY/XeS4GZBOmNo/s200/kortos.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;j&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;uego mirando como los demas juegnan, es decir viendo pasar la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creo que hay una diferencia muy grande entre &lt;strong&gt;hacer tu la vida o dejar que la vida te haga a ti&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© P.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gyvenimas yra kaip kortu zaidimas - statydamas daug, gali daug išlošti arba daug prarasti, jeigu statai mažai, taip pat gali išošti ar pralošti mažai, bet ko tikrai negali daryti - sėdėti už stalo žiūrėdamas, kaip visi kiti žaidžia - stebėti, kaip gyvenimas eina. Nes manau, yra labai didelis skirtumas tarp to, ar pačiam ,,daryti gyvenima ar lesiti, kad gyvenimas darytu tave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4111576268935566944?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4111576268935566944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4111576268935566944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4111576268935566944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4111576268935566944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-not-how-good-you-are-its-how-much.html' title='- its not how good you are, it&apos;s how much you want it'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGOKCZIVq3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PXWFnx_K5Eo/s72-c/cards+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-525011563654450003</id><published>2008-06-25T16:30:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:54:20.913+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- la libertad de sentir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGJLx0dx8YI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CgwiB7Oqxyc/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215814637717680514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGJLx0dx8YI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CgwiB7Oqxyc/s200/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGJLr6VdmJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2FrJ2JlWIfU/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; Dentro de veinte años estarás más decepcionado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por las cosas que no hiciste que por las que sí hiciste.&lt;br /&gt;Así que suelta las cuerdas de tus velas.&lt;br /&gt;Navega lejos del puerto seguro.&lt;br /&gt;Atrapa los vientos favorables en tu velamen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Explora.&lt;br /&gt;Sueña.&lt;br /&gt;Descubre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-525011563654450003?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/525011563654450003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=525011563654450003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/525011563654450003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/525011563654450003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-libertad-de-sentir.html' title='- la libertad de sentir'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGJLx0dx8YI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CgwiB7Oqxyc/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-2249204544632315140</id><published>2008-06-25T10:44:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:29:57.111+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- las peliculas del fin de</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGH5Qu5mUJI/AAAAAAAAAjY/LPagKsatOc8/s1600-h/zhivago.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215723909334585490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGH5Qu5mUJI/AAAAAAAAAjY/LPagKsatOc8/s200/zhivago.bmp" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0558548/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yuri [to Lara]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;: I wish, I wish I could live two lives. My own, and to see you well and happy. To know you weren't in need of anything. I'm sure you'll find someone you could be happy with. Of course I'd want to knock his teeth out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0558548/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;uri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;: [to Sasha] Perhaps we're standing still and it's the world that's moving past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0558548/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;: It's all a mystery. Love - the idea that there is someone already there in the world who might hold the key to your whole existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0487884/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;: It's a poem about love. It's beautiful. Is it about anyone in particular? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0558548/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Who knows where inspiration comes from. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0324937/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;octor Zhivago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt; (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Sections/Years/2002"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2002&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGH8xZPBE_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/nV2QKfZli_I/s1600-h/Darjeeling_Limited_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215727768989406194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGH8xZPBE_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/nV2QKfZli_I/s200/Darjeeling_Limited_Poster.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2496312/"&gt;Rita&lt;/a&gt;: What's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005403/"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt;: Let me think about that. I'll tell you the next time I see you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Movie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0838221/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Darjeeling Limited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Sections/Years/2007"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-2249204544632315140?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/2249204544632315140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=2249204544632315140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2249204544632315140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/2249204544632315140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/06/yuri-to-lara-i-wish-i-wish-i-could-live.html' title='- las peliculas del fin de'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SGH5Qu5mUJI/AAAAAAAAAjY/LPagKsatOc8/s72-c/zhivago.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-8157802357422347057</id><published>2008-06-17T14:16:00.016+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:49:56.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- lupos kaip vysnios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SFelB8gAKYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kdtr5hTM7VU/s1600-h/lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SFekjXuxZNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Nc0whVY9uig/s1600-h/vysnios2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212816021277205714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SFekjXuxZNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Nc0whVY9uig/s200/vysnios2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SFekng5x2_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/dWNlWZT0f9s/s1600-h/vysnios3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212816092458769394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SFekng5x2_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/dWNlWZT0f9s/s200/vysnios3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SFekrzgE6FI/AAAAAAAAAjI/OYgMAhJF-nM/s1600-h/vysnios4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212816166170716242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SFekrzgE6FI/AAAAAAAAAjI/OYgMAhJF-nM/s200/vysnios4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Tus besos me saben a coco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;tus labios y tu lengua me vuelven loco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;esa boquita que tu tienes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no tiene comparacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y fue la inspiracion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por esta linda cancion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque ahora se como sabe el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Cuando me besas cierro los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;y llego a cierto lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;es como estar bajo un palmar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;queriendo la vida gozar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siento tus manos acariciarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siento el amor que quieres brindarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no siento penas ni dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque ahora se como sabe el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....a coco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SABOR A COCO TIENEN TUS BESOS Y ES POR ESO QUE YO TE QUIERO BESAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-8157802357422347057?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SFekjXuxZNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Nc0whVY9uig/s72-c/vysnios2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4388684740635408144</id><published>2008-06-11T14:35:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:17:22.057+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- mi bola de cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Me Ves Cansada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Si me ves cansada fuera del sendero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ya casi sin fuerzas para hacer camino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Si me ves sintiendo que la vida es dura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;porque ya no puedo, porque ya no sigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ven a recordarme como es un comienzo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ven a desafiarme con tu desafío&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Muéveme en el alma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;vuélveme al impulso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;llévame a mi misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210593914914951698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SE-_jwdRUhI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/08uSwspPp44/s320/x1pPHu2K6HCG6rkClaaE3NKFMMyck6CsASDJVSpcKSur40GOigG5YKlMhODXSjw30PP0RwvAwWPwSUZ09Yj8hK_2YR-Q75_Mo9k1tvswZdouaSQ_lorak1uWg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Si me ves cansada fuera del sendero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sin ver más espacios que el de los abismos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trae a mi memoria que también hay puentes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que también hay alas que no hemos visto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Si me ves cansada fuera del sendero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;lleva mi mirada hacia tu camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hazme ver las huellas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que allá estan marcadas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de un paso tras otro por donde has venido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Y vendrá contigo una madrugada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;la voz insistente para un nuevo inicio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que abriré otro rumbo porque si he creído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;que siempre se puede... se puede, mi amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4388684740635408144?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4388684740635408144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4388684740635408144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4388684740635408144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4388684740635408144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/06/mi-bola-de-cristal.html' title='- mi bola de cristal'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Imagina que todo es posible sólo con creerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quien sabe! lo mismo hoy es el día en que todo se hace realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probamos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-918030512791831183?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SE4-CD_S8FI/AAAAAAAAAhY/nXmUmvw4RUg/s72-c/bubbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3535408190227860786</id><published>2008-06-10T09:32:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:56:22.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Pues volemos !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SE5BrPv21HI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bN_mJQ1IQA0/s1600-h/y1pnxM1U0hmRJmv3skJJxK9fMLBphO79_5Mqi_8E5CNLdT6KDYkivBp_gYOw_9MVq7XuSsFUTYxsGM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210174030131680370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SE5BrPv21HI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bN_mJQ1IQA0/s320/y1pnxM1U0hmRJmv3skJJxK9fMLBphO79_5Mqi_8E5CNLdT6KDYkivBp_gYOw_9MVq7XuSsFUTYxsGM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;...&gt; ... kartu su tavimi, nuolat žiūrėdavau į begalybę. Čia nėra begalybės. Todėl žiūrime į daiktus, ir mums to pakanka. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Kartkartėmis, pačiomis netikėčiausiomis akimirkomis, esame laimingi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;…O mes, galvojantys apie kylančią laimę, pajustume kone stulbinantį jaudulį, jei toji laimė išsipildytų&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alessandro Baricco ,,Aistru pilys"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3535408190227860786?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3535408190227860786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3535408190227860786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3535408190227860786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3535408190227860786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-kvinpeke-kartu-su-tavimi-nuolat.html' title='- Pues volemos !'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SE5BrPv21HI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bN_mJQ1IQA0/s72-c/y1pnxM1U0hmRJmv3skJJxK9fMLBphO79_5Mqi_8E5CNLdT6KDYkivBp_gYOw_9MVq7XuSsFUTYxsGM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-5940605873904514190</id><published>2008-06-09T13:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:01:08.035+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- ayer soñe con algo lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SE0NUEu3mLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TVg-IISgkY4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209834982456400050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SE0NUEu3mLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TVg-IISgkY4/s400/untitled.bmp" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-5940605873904514190?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/5940605873904514190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=5940605873904514190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5940605873904514190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/5940605873904514190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/06/ayer-soe-con-algo.html' title='- ayer soñe con algo lindo'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SE0NUEu3mLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TVg-IISgkY4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4911307251909794825</id><published>2008-06-09T09:15:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:42:39.673+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Castelli di Rabbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bet paklausyk: kadangi mes ne kojinės, o žmonės, tai mūsų gyvenimo tikslas nėra išlikti švariems. &lt;strong&gt;Troškimai – svarbiausia, ką turime, ir negalime jų visą laiką atsakinėti&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Todėl&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kartais verta nepamiegoti, bet įgyvendinti kokį nors troškimą&lt;/strong&gt;. Padaryti kiaulystę, o paskui už ją sumokėi. Tai ir yra svarbiausia: kai ateina laikas mokėti, žmogus neturėtų galvoti, kaip jam pabėgti, jis privalėtų likti ir oriai už viską sumokėti. &lt;em&gt;Tai yra svarbiausia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;*Alessandro Baricco ,,Aistrų pilys”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I desideri sono la cosa più importante che abbiamo e non si può prenderli in giro più di tanto. Così, alle volte, vale la pena di non dormire pur di stare dietro ad un proprio desiderio. Si fa la schifezza e poi la si paga. E solo questo è davvero importante: che quando arriva il momento di pagare uno solo non pensi a scappare e stia lì, dignitosamente, a pagare. Solo questo è importante&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.* Alesssandro Baricco - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Castelli di Rabbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4911307251909794825?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4911307251909794825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4911307251909794825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4911307251909794825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4911307251909794825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='- Castelli di Rabbia'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3318393290600797734</id><published>2008-05-29T11:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:29:17.807+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- anyone but you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up everyday to the sound of your breath on my neck,the warmth of your lips on my cheek,the touch of your fingers on my skin,and the feel of your heart beating with mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing that I could never find that feeling with anyone other than you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205787599692319922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SD6sPY_LTLI/AAAAAAAAAew/Turw5qo4x_g/s320/magnolijos.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Magnolijas * May'08, Poland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3318393290600797734?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3318393290600797734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3318393290600797734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3318393290600797734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3318393290600797734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/05/anyone-but-you.html' title='- anyone but you'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SD6sPY_LTLI/AAAAAAAAAew/Turw5qo4x_g/s72-c/magnolijos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-4545131899318685175</id><published>2008-05-27T10:50:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:58:31.896+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- įsiapreigojimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kodėl žmogus nebijo beveik visam gyvenimui imti paskolą ir įsipareigoti bankui, o taip bijo įsipareigoti kitam?!&lt;br /&gt;Keturiasdešimt metų mokėti po du tūkstančius nebijome, o susituokti nedrįstame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SDvKQI_LTKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZIxypQuykzI/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204976172995923106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SDvKQI_LTKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZIxypQuykzI/s320/dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* 25 May '08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-4545131899318685175?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/4545131899318685175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=4545131899318685175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4545131899318685175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/4545131899318685175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/05/siapreigojimas.html' title='- įsiapreigojimas'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SDvKQI_LTKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZIxypQuykzI/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-1153143342752007055</id><published>2008-05-22T10:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:16:50.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- la vita' bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SDUdGo_LTJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1ocv_b8kEY8/s1600-h/balta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203096944415296658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SDUdGo_LTJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1ocv_b8kEY8/s200/balta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gyvenimas yra gražus.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tik me jį gyvename nežinodami, kad jis yra paprastesnis, skaidresnis, linksmesnis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ir visą laiką jį dramatizuojame.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;A.Čechovas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-1153143342752007055?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/1153143342752007055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=1153143342752007055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1153143342752007055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/1153143342752007055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-vita-bella.html' title='- la vita&apos; bella'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SDUdGo_LTJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1ocv_b8kEY8/s72-c/balta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-7334591156488899413</id><published>2008-05-19T15:04:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:10:30.761+03:00</updated><title type='text'>- su žmonėm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SDFs9QYsDAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jGK_mjEJNP0/s1600-h/pilnatis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202058844215970818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SDFs9QYsDAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jGK_mjEJNP0/s400/pilnatis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Su žmonėm, kurie gyvena, su žmonėm, kurie nakvoja ant baltų, ramių pagalvių ar prie bėgančio vandens, nakčiai laužą prigesinę, lengvą mintį pasikloję ir sulaukę, kol ties veidu begalybė pasilenks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su žmonėm, kurie sustoja ir akis pakėlę žiūri&lt;br /&gt;į neramų, aukštą dangų, ir nežino, ko baugu:&lt;br /&gt;ar kad vakaras užėjo, ar kad širdį vėlei duria,&lt;br /&gt;ar kad atlėkė gegutė į alyvas prie langų.&lt;br /&gt;Su žmonėm, kurie už lango, su žmonėm, kurie už durų, su žmonėm, kurie už miško ir už bėgančio vandens į tą patį mano dangų, į tą patį dangų žiūri&lt;br /&gt;ir nežino, ką galvoja. &lt;em&gt;O galvoja, kad gyvens."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Su žmonėm, kuriem užtenka vieno tako palei kluoną,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vieno šokio šviesią naktį po kerotais ąžuolais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Su žmonėm, kurie nužydi vieną kartą – kaip aguonos,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;su žmonėm, kurie klajoja – amžini tarsi keliai.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Aidas Giniotis - Su žmonėm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Poland june'07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-7334591156488899413?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/7334591156488899413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=7334591156488899413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7334591156488899413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/7334591156488899413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/05/su-monm.html' title='- su žmonėm'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SDFs9QYsDAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jGK_mjEJNP0/s72-c/pilnatis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378505908875652006.post-3442585123962931252</id><published>2008-05-16T14:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:02:07.136+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-I believe that everything happens for a reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SC17tAYsC_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/boQTAzPvU1k/s1600-h/dangus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200949157810670578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SC17tAYsC_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/boQTAzPvU1k/s400/dangus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Jonava Apr'08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378505908875652006-3442585123962931252?l=ingitita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/feeds/3442585123962931252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3378505908875652006&amp;postID=3442585123962931252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3442585123962931252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378505908875652006/posts/default/3442585123962931252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingitita.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-believe-that-everything-happens-for.html' title='-I believe that everything happens for a reason.'/><author><name>Ingi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKOzrV7gOck/SC17tAYsC_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/boQTAzPvU1k/s72-c/dangus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
