<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460208253260204312</id><updated>2012-02-09T14:02:24.994-08:00</updated><category term='fairy-tale'/><category term='accuser'/><category term='Fungerland'/><category term='screenplay'/><category term='mushroom'/><category term='kian. script'/><category term='magic'/><title type='text'>Iran FCMers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iran FCMers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721624777251582958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460208253260204312.post-7431974487172399127</id><published>2008-01-15T03:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:49:38.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My flickr</title><content type='html'>hey everyone&lt;br /&gt;i have updated my flickr account with all my new works, i would love it of you could drop by and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;i`m looking for comments to help me improve so please try to tell me what you don`t like about my photographs or my other designs, anything at all will be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/javad_ti/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love !&lt;br /&gt;javad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460208253260204312-7431974487172399127?l=iranfcmers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/feeds/7431974487172399127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460208253260204312&amp;postID=7431974487172399127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/7431974487172399127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/7431974487172399127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-flickr.html' title='My flickr'/><author><name>Iran FCMers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721624777251582958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460208253260204312.post-8152430570994885373</id><published>2007-10-10T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:36:47.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEod-q3DQ2w/Rw1F5ht_i3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9OK1OR8rXjM/s1600-h/kianism2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEod-q3DQ2w/Rw1F5ht_i3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9OK1OR8rXjM/s320/kianism2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119825205996260210" 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/2460208253260204312-8152430570994885373?l=iranfcmers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/feeds/8152430570994885373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460208253260204312&amp;postID=8152430570994885373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/8152430570994885373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/8152430570994885373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kian</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TEod-q3DQ2w/Rw1F5ht_i3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9OK1OR8rXjM/s72-c/kianism2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460208253260204312.post-4957218144797217303</id><published>2007-10-06T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:43:55.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod</title><content type='html'>We were suppose to model an iPod and then design 2 different skins for it. so here is what i did , Fire and Water !&lt;br /&gt;JAVAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RwhG3p3AD3I/AAAAAAAAABE/DV6ma0wvpOM/s1600-h/iPod1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RwhG3p3AD3I/AAAAAAAAABE/DV6ma0wvpOM/s320/iPod1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118418898449862514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RwhG353AD4I/AAAAAAAAABM/A5JeNQ3bpoU/s1600-h/Ipod+wire+frame+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RwhG353AD4I/AAAAAAAAABM/A5JeNQ3bpoU/s320/Ipod+wire+frame+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118418902744829826" 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/2460208253260204312-4957218144797217303?l=iranfcmers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/feeds/4957218144797217303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460208253260204312&amp;postID=4957218144797217303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/4957218144797217303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/4957218144797217303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/2007/10/ipod.html' title='iPod'/><author><name>Iran FCMers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721624777251582958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RwhG3p3AD3I/AAAAAAAAABE/DV6ma0wvpOM/s72-c/iPod1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460208253260204312.post-7237112043952487864</id><published>2007-10-02T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:50:37.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fungerland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy-tale'/><title type='text'>Fungerland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nas3yu6D3A0/RwH3dA1BzlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9TkcL9FoOyk/s1600-h/new26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nas3yu6D3A0/RwH3dA1BzlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9TkcL9FoOyk/s400/new26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116642729480277586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam doostane aziz&lt;br /&gt;Kian jan gofte boodan ke seiffouri sakete :D manam be khatere inke begam nistam, kare khodam o upload mikonam. vase inke versione bozorgtaresho bebinin, mitoonin &lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs20/f/2007/265/6/8/Fungerland_by_bigquix.jpg"&gt;INJA CLICK KONIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motazere nazarat va enteghadatetoon ham hastam&lt;br /&gt;ghorbane shoma&lt;br /&gt;Ali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460208253260204312-7237112043952487864?l=iranfcmers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/feeds/7237112043952487864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460208253260204312&amp;postID=7237112043952487864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/7237112043952487864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/7237112043952487864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/2007/10/fungerland.html' title='Fungerland'/><author><name>Ali Seiffouri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05517000687813703763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nas3yu6D3A0/RwH3dA1BzlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9TkcL9FoOyk/s72-c/new26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460208253260204312.post-2761157701551248409</id><published>2007-10-01T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:28:20.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accuser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kian. script'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><title type='text'>Accuser - Screenplay</title><content type='html'>This is my first try on writing a screenplay. I hope to get your comments and seggestions so that I can Improve on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ROAD, TOWN - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A coach is passing a road in a silent town. Buildings and&lt;br /&gt;               houses look normal but they have eyes and they are watching&lt;br /&gt;               the coach that is passing. No voices.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kian is sitting in the coach that two tigers carry that&lt;br /&gt;               without any rider and he listens to music using an mp3&lt;br /&gt;               player. Kian has half open eyes with his lip and head up&lt;br /&gt;               and to the front and he concentrates on the music.&lt;br /&gt;               Everybody include Kian is silent. Kian has a funny face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. OTHER PART OF THE SAME TOWN - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There are not much buildings and houses but trees and&lt;br /&gt;               plants at this part of the town. Two tall and huge rocks&lt;br /&gt;               are seeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Coach stops in front of one of these high and huge rocks,&lt;br /&gt;               Kian packs and leaves the coach to side of it gently and&lt;br /&gt;               friendly. a male look angle with the name "Angy" welcomes&lt;br /&gt;               him. He has long gray hair and beard and he is around 170&lt;br /&gt;               CM in height. He looks nice but Kian looks a bit angry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Ahoy! Hi Kian, I hope you are&lt;br /&gt;                         strong don't worry about anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               He talks fast with a smile and eyes widely open as he is&lt;br /&gt;               stupidly happy. But Kian is vert serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Strong? Then what I'm doing in&lt;br /&gt;                         here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Angy gets serious suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Show them you are right. I&lt;br /&gt;                         believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         And that's how you helped me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Angy hugs Kian and puts his arm around Kian's neck and&lt;br /&gt;               takes him to an elevator that leads to the top of the rock.&lt;br /&gt;               Kian calms down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               They get into the elevator to climb up the rock. The&lt;br /&gt;               elevator is designed in a strange way. It takes 7 seconds&lt;br /&gt;               for Kian and the angle to go top of the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. TOP OF THE FIRST ROCK - DAY  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A female look angle is waiting for Kian and Angy, in front&lt;br /&gt;               of the elevator. She looks like a 30 year old woman. She&lt;br /&gt;               looks very nice and have smile on her face. She hugs Kian&lt;br /&gt;               gently. She is serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         My dear, I want you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;                         like before, you have a great&lt;br /&gt;                         heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Mangy Kisses Kian on his cheek. Kian looks that have som&lt;br /&gt;               tears in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Three of them get together and go back using the elevator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. DOWN PART OF THE FIRST ROCK - DAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is only one rail between the first and second rock&lt;br /&gt;               and the distance is not far and seem to be close. There is&lt;br /&gt;               only a simple station and a shop for selling tickets. The&lt;br /&gt;               rail is placed on a valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Train is there on the rail and the ticket shop right beside&lt;br /&gt;               the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               They walk to station to get the train. Mangy is holding&lt;br /&gt;               Kian and Kian is leaning mangy. The Ticket shop is placed&lt;br /&gt;               before train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Three tickets please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ticket Seller is a thin, hyperactive and funny guy looks at&lt;br /&gt;               Kian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TICKET SELLER&lt;br /&gt;                         Good luck bro, don't let them to&lt;br /&gt;                         put you down, say whatever it was&lt;br /&gt;                         right, you ganna win the battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kian smiles, Angy collect the ticket and they get to the&lt;br /&gt;               empty train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. TRAIN - DAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               They sit on chairs. Kian is in the middle and Angy and&lt;br /&gt;               Mangy are seating at right and left side of Kian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Train starts to go slowly. Till they get to the other rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. BELOW THE SECOND ROCK - DAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               They get out of the train. A muscular and gentle security&lt;br /&gt;               is standing beside the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SECURITY&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello, so this is our Kian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SECURITY&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello man! I hope they give you a&lt;br /&gt;                         fair statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Three of them smile and they get the elevator to climb up&lt;br /&gt;               the rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. TOP OF THE ROCK, COURT - DAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The weather is quite good. There is a justice court. It is&lt;br /&gt;               a round place with no roof. It looks like a theatre place&lt;br /&gt;               that has a stage. A wooden table is on the stage and judge&lt;br /&gt;               that is a golden fish in a small aquarium. He has big eyes&lt;br /&gt;               and very angry he watches Kian all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Two strange people are also at the corner of the court as&lt;br /&gt;               the jury. They have no movements and they are strange but&lt;br /&gt;               funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               They go to seat on benches except Kian that goes in front&lt;br /&gt;               of the benches, the place where he is going to be accused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               God is also seating on one of the benches. He is colorful&lt;br /&gt;               mostly red. He looks nice and serious. He looks a bit like&lt;br /&gt;               an owl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pangy (Kian's sexual desire angle) standing in front of a&lt;br /&gt;               tall table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pangy is a thin, naughty and active angle he looks like a&lt;br /&gt;               male angle.He looks very angry and boredom. He taps his&lt;br /&gt;               fingers of his hand continuously on the table out of anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         Get to your position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm in my position sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         Okay, call case number 0123,&lt;br /&gt;                         please read the bloody statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Secretary of judge is a young woman who looks educated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               She collects the papers in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SECRETARY&lt;br /&gt;                         The victim with the name Kian is&lt;br /&gt;                         accused by Pangy, his sexual&lt;br /&gt;                         desire angle, to not show his&lt;br /&gt;                         love to three girls. In December&lt;br /&gt;                         2005 Kian found a crush on a girl&lt;br /&gt;                         and after giving him weeks by&lt;br /&gt;                         nature he was not able to get&lt;br /&gt;                         with the girl. In September 2006&lt;br /&gt;                         He met the second girl that was&lt;br /&gt;                         working in a company near Kian's&lt;br /&gt;                         house, she wanted to have sexual&lt;br /&gt;                         relation with Kian but Kian&lt;br /&gt;                         denies her. In August 2007 Kian&lt;br /&gt;                         meets the third girl who was a&lt;br /&gt;                         promoter in a club and she became&lt;br /&gt;                         a friend of Kian but then she got&lt;br /&gt;                         angry of Kian and left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Judge jumps up and down and heat the table with the&lt;br /&gt;               aquarium &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         And I heard he brought witnesses&lt;br /&gt;                         here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SECRETARY&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes. Three witnesses. They are&lt;br /&gt;                         God and the angels of Kian's left&lt;br /&gt;                         and right shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Judge jumps up and down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         OK, What do you have to defend&lt;br /&gt;                         yourself boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         One day I went for dinner and i&lt;br /&gt;                         saw a girl looking at me nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;                         After one month I saw her again&lt;br /&gt;                         at the same place with same&lt;br /&gt;                         expression from her. I went for&lt;br /&gt;                         her. After that I started dating&lt;br /&gt;                         her, she was a cabin crew for an&lt;br /&gt;                         airline.(Pause) She was very nice&lt;br /&gt;                         to me and from her expression I&lt;br /&gt;                         thought that she liked me just&lt;br /&gt;                         the way I did. And I asked her if&lt;br /&gt;                         I can be with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pangy gets a bit angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         But we and you, know that she &lt;br /&gt;                         never answered your question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         I didn't asked any question. I&lt;br /&gt;                         just told her I want to be with&lt;br /&gt;                         her and she replied with her&lt;br /&gt;                         expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         Explain more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         She called the day after we&lt;br /&gt;                         dated, early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;                         before she goes for her flight.&lt;br /&gt;                         And she came to my room and we&lt;br /&gt;                         kissed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kian stands more straight. The judge is still angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pangy looks he found something to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         And why she left you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kian gets angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         She had two boyfriends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         But that was not the reason she&lt;br /&gt;                         left you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes but the reason to not coming&lt;br /&gt;                         back to me. I did everything for&lt;br /&gt;                         her to come back&lt;br /&gt;                         She only wanted to have fun with&lt;br /&gt;                         me and not staying with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         Fun? (Pause) oh you mean sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes, and I'm happy now I did not&lt;br /&gt;                         do anything I didn't want to love&lt;br /&gt;                         her more and just bother my sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pangy looks satisfied and smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         What happened to the second girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         It was also an accident by&lt;br /&gt;                         nature. I was going to my&lt;br /&gt;                         friend's apartment to meet him&lt;br /&gt;                         but the door was locked I waited&lt;br /&gt;                         there for a while and she&lt;br /&gt;                         suddenly appeared, she was coming&lt;br /&gt;                         back from her work and she had&lt;br /&gt;                         the key because she was staying&lt;br /&gt;                         there. She looked very fun and&lt;br /&gt;                         super nice. The elevator was not&lt;br /&gt;                         working at that time so we&lt;br /&gt;                         climbed up the stairs all the way&lt;br /&gt;                         to the 9th floor where she lived.&lt;br /&gt;                         She was fun and smiling all the&lt;br /&gt;                         time. I got her number and we met&lt;br /&gt;                         after that. But in the first&lt;br /&gt;                         placed she told me she is seeing&lt;br /&gt;                         somebody.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         But you didn't give up. I&lt;br /&gt;                         remember you bought her gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         She said she is seeing somebody&lt;br /&gt;                         this didn't mean she had a&lt;br /&gt;                         fiance. She told me about her&lt;br /&gt;                         fiance when I bought her gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         But she liked you. You could&lt;br /&gt;                         understand that. She came to your&lt;br /&gt;                         house for so many times. Just&lt;br /&gt;                         tell me what this means to come&lt;br /&gt;                         to you room and you lock the&lt;br /&gt;                         door, she became more romantic&lt;br /&gt;                         and laid on your bed.. Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Judge became very surprise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         What? And you didn't have sex&lt;br /&gt;                         with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kian becomes sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         I can't think of a day that I&lt;br /&gt;                         have a fiancee and she sleeps&lt;br /&gt;                         with other guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         That's called a distance&lt;br /&gt;                         relationship my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         Tell us about the third girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         The third girl was a very nice&lt;br /&gt;                         accident to meet. I'm sure I&lt;br /&gt;                         spent one of my happiest time of&lt;br /&gt;                         my life when I met her. And again&lt;br /&gt;                         nature got me to know her   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         Aha, that's not a good excuse&lt;br /&gt;                         nature does it for everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         But this one was strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         And what was strange about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kian bows his had down. He is sad. Looks he can not&lt;br /&gt;               continue talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Angy stands up gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Sir, I can explain more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               everyone looks at Angy. Mangy also stands up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Kian's friend came for a travel&lt;br /&gt;                         to visit Kian. They decided to go&lt;br /&gt;                         to a club on Thursday but me and&lt;br /&gt;                         Mangy decided to not allow them&lt;br /&gt;                         to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MANGY (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         When they get ready to go out of&lt;br /&gt;                         house I brought one their friends&lt;br /&gt;                         o their home unexpected and I&lt;br /&gt;                         knew they were shy to reject him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         It went on till they left the&lt;br /&gt;                         house after 12 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;                         And that when they couldn't get&lt;br /&gt;                         any money from banks to go to a&lt;br /&gt;                         club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Kian thought that he has money in&lt;br /&gt;                         his pocket but when they got&lt;br /&gt;                         there they fund out about their&lt;br /&gt;                         budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         That was when they decided to go&lt;br /&gt;                         to club the day after on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIAN&lt;br /&gt;                         And it was a special day. There&lt;br /&gt;                         were not much people in the club&lt;br /&gt;                         like Thursdays. I saw my friend&lt;br /&gt;                         that changed a lot since i knew&lt;br /&gt;                         him. He taught me how to cheer up&lt;br /&gt;                         and be happy in a club. And I&lt;br /&gt;                         liked it. He even introduced me a&lt;br /&gt;                         girl who I could kiss and dance&lt;br /&gt;                         with. The week after I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;                         try another club but my friends&lt;br /&gt;                         asked me to the same club! And&lt;br /&gt;                         that was when I met Suki, the&lt;br /&gt;                         third girl. (Pause) After that I&lt;br /&gt;                         always wanted to go to that club&lt;br /&gt;                         on Friday just because of her.&lt;br /&gt;                         Everything was going alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Suddenly Pangy cuts Kian's sentences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Till one Friday you got drunk and&lt;br /&gt;                         ruined everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pangy starts walking to Kian with his hand on his back and&lt;br /&gt;               his eyes looking down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Although you asked her to be your&lt;br /&gt;                         girlfriend and she denied of&lt;br /&gt;                         course, like the other girls who&lt;br /&gt;                         keep away when they hear that&lt;br /&gt;                         stupid and unprofessional&lt;br /&gt;                         question, but you still had time&lt;br /&gt;                         to get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kian gets silence and doesn't say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PANGY&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes, you got drunk and she hated&lt;br /&gt;                         you. You kissed your friends on&lt;br /&gt;                         the cheek, dancing stupidly and&lt;br /&gt;                         you were completely against her&lt;br /&gt;                         feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Judge beats the aquarium on the table for few times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         May I have God to speak out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GOD&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               God stands up and goes to seat on a chair in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               He put his hand on his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GOD&lt;br /&gt;                         I promise that I do not talk&lt;br /&gt;                         abstract or philosophical but&lt;br /&gt;                         simple and clear to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               God seats on the chair gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GOD&lt;br /&gt;                         Kian really liked all the girls&lt;br /&gt;                         he met. But he was too nice to&lt;br /&gt;                         get with them. He had to act not&lt;br /&gt;                         like himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         We are not here to listen to your&lt;br /&gt;                         suggestions please state whatever&lt;br /&gt;                         you saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GOD&lt;br /&gt;                         Err, okay. He tried as much as he&lt;br /&gt;                         could to get the girls, specially&lt;br /&gt;                         the first one. He even studies&lt;br /&gt;                         about women. For the first girl&lt;br /&gt;                         He most of the times woke up&lt;br /&gt;                         early in the morning before her&lt;br /&gt;                         flight to see her. And he even&lt;br /&gt;                         got some psychological problem&lt;br /&gt;                         and he used some pills for that.&lt;br /&gt;                         Kian only liked the second girl&lt;br /&gt;                         because he knew that she had a&lt;br /&gt;                         fiance. But the third girl made&lt;br /&gt;                         Kian very upset because he&lt;br /&gt;                         assumed his second serious fail&lt;br /&gt;                         in getting a lover. He always&lt;br /&gt;                         wanted me to help him and the&lt;br /&gt;                         good thing is he always tried to&lt;br /&gt;                         learn more about his mistakes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         I assume I do not need the other&lt;br /&gt;                         witnesses to show up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Judge jumps up and down to heat the table for three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               He is still angry and shouting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         I need to talk to jury. We will&lt;br /&gt;                         continue in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jude jumps from the table and the leaves the court (he&lt;br /&gt;               moves by jumping up and down). two Juries follow him after &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kian put his hand on his head and thinking. Angy and mangy&lt;br /&gt;               come to seat beside him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               And judge come back very soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Strange juries also come in after the judge from a door at&lt;br /&gt;               the corner of the court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;                         OK. Read the bloody statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Everyone gets silence and serious to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SECRETARY&lt;br /&gt;                         By the decision of jury, Kian is&lt;br /&gt;                         unforgivable for the first two&lt;br /&gt;                         girls that he did not have sex&lt;br /&gt;                         with. But because he loved and&lt;br /&gt;                         still loves the third girl truly&lt;br /&gt;                         from his heart he is sentence to&lt;br /&gt;                         compensate the penalty by showing&lt;br /&gt;                         up a girlfriend in one month time&lt;br /&gt;                         other wise his sexual desire&lt;br /&gt;                         angle leaves him forever and he&lt;br /&gt;                         might visit other sexual angels&lt;br /&gt;                         that have different concept of&lt;br /&gt;                         sexual orientation in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460208253260204312-2761157701551248409?l=iranfcmers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/feeds/2761157701551248409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460208253260204312&amp;postID=2761157701551248409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/2761157701551248409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/2761157701551248409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/2007/10/accuser-screenplay.html' title='Accuser - Screenplay'/><author><name>kian</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-2460208253260204312.post-7843699679327494310</id><published>2007-07-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:34:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokia N95</title><content type='html'>ok here is the N95 improved version, it still needs a lot of work but it looks better than before !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;javad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RwhEY53AD1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8rHH_xwVHY4/s1600-h/jjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8VujDwFjtQ8/RqGYJufW3fI/AAAAAAAAABE/DeyrcoRShak/s400/_DSC5978+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089516346771168754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam doostan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chanta photo poster dashtam mikhastam nazaretun ro bedunam. mamnoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alireza A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460208253260204312-7961828021528978156?l=iranfcmers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/feeds/7961828021528978156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460208253260204312&amp;postID=7961828021528978156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/7961828021528978156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/7961828021528978156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/2007/07/photo-poster.html' title='Photo Poster'/><author><name>Alireza A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06707776765915370731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8VujDwFjtQ8/RqGZSefW3gI/AAAAAAAAABM/jHgUCkFn0So/s72-c/_DSC5986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460208253260204312.post-6033158244729210606</id><published>2007-07-12T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:20:53.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First One !</title><content type='html'>hey !&lt;br /&gt;let me start this blog and hope it will get some life by your help !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you can see is my first project in 3ds max, followed by some other works, so yea feel free to comment on them doesn't matter who you are what you say and how you say it ! it will help so don't hesitate.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Theme: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Place of Worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Title:&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;House Of God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Genre:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fantasy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mood:&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Spiritual and peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Modeling Software: 3DS Max&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Concept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;God's house is where God is the host to all those who need Him and want to reach Him. God has many houses - mosques, churches and temples are just a few. But this house is not an ordinary one. This house is where all people, regardless of race or creed, go to worshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;p Him. In this house is where they bring their sorrows, confess their sins, look for answers and envelope themselves in inner peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          Not only is this house extraordinary but it is magical. Each time a worshipper visits this house, a symbol of his faith will be left behind once he leaves. The symbol will indicate the religions of all those who have entered God's house. The cross, crescent and statue of Buddha show that Christians, Muslims and Buddhists have all visited this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RpcZpJe2aKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s3ovs5DH6DY/s1600-h/RENDER+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RpcZpJe2aKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s3ovs5DH6DY/s400/RENDER+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086562498848909474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RpcZN5e2aJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UjijXJYXMys/s1600-h/RENDER+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RpcZN5e2aJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UjijXJYXMys/s400/RENDER+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086562030697474194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RpcWyJe2aHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FIL47iO1jqo/s1600-h/RENDER+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RpcX2pe2aII/AAAAAAAAAAU/vJLEGhDY2Tk/s400/2%271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086560531753887874" 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/2460208253260204312-4014296531234761781?l=iranfcmers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/feeds/4014296531234761781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460208253260204312&amp;postID=4014296531234761781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/4014296531234761781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460208253260204312/posts/default/4014296531234761781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iranfcmers.blogspot.com/2007/07/test.html' title='scruble set'/><author><name>Iran FCMers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721624777251582958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTO6y_DtsK8/RpcX2pe2aII/AAAAAAAAAAU/vJLEGhDY2Tk/s72-c/2%271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
