<?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-3908919791902484625</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:30:14.913+01:00</updated><category term='Dreams and Memories'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='winter'/><category term='fun facts'/><category term='High School'/><category term='university'/><category term='About me'/><title type='text'>Life of a Student</title><subtitle type='html'>Robert's blog on the net.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806120386862910690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PPWP3CzkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNdLxyCYH_M/S220/Dragon_ball_50.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908919791902484625.post-6329478721155607987</id><published>2010-11-23T18:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:28:35.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/TPJY6o3XdaI/AAAAAAAAADk/FgrbZX98D00/s1600/P4161402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/TPJY6o3XdaI/AAAAAAAAADk/FgrbZX98D00/s200/P4161402.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544591855671801250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a road trip of sorts to a factory, Kolubara-Metal and its region in another part of the country. We've spent a couple of days there and had a wonderful time. We've visited the famous and huge factory first since it was our main objective (and since the faculty was paying all the bills for this trip :P), but we've also visited cultural places, museum, shrines and even catacombs (and no they aren't that scary, nor dusty :P). All the daily meals (breakfast, lunch etc.) were absolutely great, not to mention very tasty and the hotel rooms were comfortable, the bed mostly. ;) This is one of those times that you have to see it to believe it, 'cos my way of describing it doesn't give much credit for all the awesome things I've experienced there. Luckily for me I had my camcoder with me and took pictures, so I'll remember this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything this is one of the reasons why it's worth to be a student. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908919791902484625-6329478721155607987?l=mytmnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6329478721155607987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3908919791902484625&amp;postID=6329478721155607987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/6329478721155607987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/6329478721155607987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/2010/11/road-trip.html' title='A Road Trip'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806120386862910690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PPWP3CzkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNdLxyCYH_M/S220/Dragon_ball_50.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/TPJY6o3XdaI/AAAAAAAAADk/FgrbZX98D00/s72-c/P4161402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908919791902484625.post-4549081327945283497</id><published>2010-03-04T14:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:49:26.243+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>Boys or Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/S4_HFtjjh7I/AAAAAAAAADU/HHRp83R2EKY/s1600-h/twix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/S4_HFtjjh7I/AAAAAAAAADU/HHRp83R2EKY/s200/twix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444789375456217010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever got the feeling you are being watched? No, not watched by the aliens. This isn’t that kind of story. This story is about me and what happened to me one day, when I was at the student restaurant. I had a tough day that day and I got exhausted by the lectures. Lunch was the only appealing thing, which could "revive" me. So there I was standing in line to get my lunch and I won't start about telling what we had. The important thing is that I've got a Twix chocolate for desert. I went to the table, where I could find an empty space and started, well, eating. I should have probably mentioned before that I was facing the other students, who were still standing in line to get their food. The line and the tables were separated by a medium fence (not an electric fence! :P ), so people could still observe each others. While I was eating I've noticed a couple of girls were watching me. This wasn't very strange, however since people usually observe me... probably 'cos of how handsome I am. What? It is true! Very well, if you don't believe me, then just let’s continue my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where was I? Ah yes, the two girls were watching me and I've noticed them, which caused them to giggle. I was a bit curious of why did they exactly giggle, but I thought "I must be good looking today. ;D". A couple of minutes later as the line were moving I saw one of my colleagues from the university. We've greeted each other and the girls who were standing behind him were also watching me. We didn't know them, so I asked them: "Am I dingy?" (Note: I'm not sure if I translated this correctly, but it should mean something like "Have I got something on my mouth?" because of the food)&lt;br /&gt;One of them replied with a big smile: "No, we were just looking at your chocolate, Twix."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the time was passing by and even though you might think otherwise, all of this happened quite quickly. My friend arrived shortly and he sat by me. While we were having lunch we've discussed about the recent events and I told him that I know that the girls were watching me and the chocolate was only an excuse. A moment later we both heard some other girls whispering to each other: "Yummy they've got Twix today..."&lt;br /&gt;We started laughing (I laughed out of embarrassment) and the girls realized we heard them. I told the girls: "Don't worry; you're not the first one who said that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awkward situation for me, but also a silly one, especially when my friend next to me put out the chocolate bar that he got for desert. Unfortunately for him he had Snickers and a girl said: "Sorry, but Twix is better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later afternoon some of us gathered at a place to play football and I've mentioned this story in the meantime. One of them said: "To choose between you and Twix? Well I go with the chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;So remember guys, if you want to get a girls’ attention you should probably buy yourself a Twix, ‘cos girls like chocolate more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908919791902484625-4549081327945283497?l=mytmnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4549081327945283497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3908919791902484625&amp;postID=4549081327945283497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/4549081327945283497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/4549081327945283497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/2010/03/boys-or-chocolate.html' title='Boys or Chocolate'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806120386862910690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PPWP3CzkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNdLxyCYH_M/S220/Dragon_ball_50.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/S4_HFtjjh7I/AAAAAAAAADU/HHRp83R2EKY/s72-c/twix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908919791902484625.post-6548510006968350293</id><published>2009-12-20T15:46:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:49:56.118+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>A cold Sunday at the University</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/S4-6fsegabI/AAAAAAAAADE/c4qymxtDmNg/s1600-h/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/S4-6fsegabI/AAAAAAAAADE/c4qymxtDmNg/s200/winter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444775528192043442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have a little free time to write something, even though I'm just killing off time, while waiting for my download to finish. I'm currently at my university, the only place suitable for me and my laptop and also the only place which provides free internet access. Maybe this is just pointless writing at the moment, but I'm thinking this might be useful in the future as a thing to remind me of this time, or similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at this point of my life I'm a student at the University of Technical Science and I'm very busy all the time with my studies, tests, exams and everything else which keeps me occupied and away from the friends on the net. I miss them and while I don't have much time to spend with them I usually come online on the weekends. I would look forward to the upcomming winter vacation, but unfortunately it won't last for long. It is cold outside and it was snowing yesterday. I can even say that certain objects are frozen and in the same time beautiful. That's why I've made some pictures along the way, though I won't be posting them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will get colder as it gets darker, but I'm currently anxious for my downloads to finish, which at the moment says: "2 hours left".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908919791902484625-6548510006968350293?l=mytmnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6548510006968350293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3908919791902484625&amp;postID=6548510006968350293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/6548510006968350293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/6548510006968350293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/2009/12/cold-sunday-at-university.html' title='A cold Sunday at the University'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806120386862910690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PPWP3CzkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNdLxyCYH_M/S220/Dragon_ball_50.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/S4-6fsegabI/AAAAAAAAADE/c4qymxtDmNg/s72-c/winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908919791902484625.post-7458512520145828751</id><published>2009-01-04T23:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:30:44.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p width="100%" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.yourminis.com/Dir/GetContainer.api?uri=yourminis/TMNT25/mini:TMNT25" width="300" height="250" wmode="transparent" FlashVars="statshostname=stats.yourminis.com&amp;hostname=www.yourminis.com&amp;swfhost=ct.yourminis.com&amp;width=300&amp;uri=yourminis/TMNT25/mini%3ATMNT25&amp;height=250&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="For more widgets please visit www.yourminis.com" href="http://www.yourminis.com/index_minis.aspx?embeddedmini" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="For more widgets please visit www.yourminis.com" src="http://www.yourminis.com/images/poweredby.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908919791902484625-7458512520145828751?l=mytmnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7458512520145828751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3908919791902484625&amp;postID=7458512520145828751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/7458512520145828751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/7458512520145828751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-more-widgets-please-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806120386862910690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PPWP3CzkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNdLxyCYH_M/S220/Dragon_ball_50.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908919791902484625.post-4904834064480399146</id><published>2008-08-22T22:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:36:20.306+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams and Memories'/><title type='text'>Dreams and their meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/SK8fh5y45TI/AAAAAAAAABI/tSIAVDR0R1k/s1600-h/Palmtree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/SK8fh5y45TI/AAAAAAAAABI/tSIAVDR0R1k/s200/Palmtree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237439558965585202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream. It was about my friend from high school who passed away not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream I was in my high school again. I was standing in a hallway and there were other kids around me, though only my school mates payed notice at me. We greeted each other one by one and when my friend came to me I've asked him "Wait, you're alive? I thought you died" and he replied "No that was just a distraction." We went on a class later on and saw my professor there. The dream ended soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why he said that in my dream and it probably doesn't mean much, but I had this sort of dreams before, just before my grandfather died. Two years ago he was very ill and I had a dream about him. I've dreamed that he got well, cured, healed.... but in reality he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorta like have this feeling: dreaming about people who'll either live or die in the next couple of days.  And they say whenever you dream about someone who for example dies in a dream, then he'll live in reality and the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possibly because I think too much about them, or are close to me, but either way I don't have a clue why I have those dreams. Maybe I'm psychic or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908919791902484625-4904834064480399146?l=mytmnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4904834064480399146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3908919791902484625&amp;postID=4904834064480399146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/4904834064480399146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/4904834064480399146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreams-and-their-meaning.html' title='Dreams and their meaning'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806120386862910690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PPWP3CzkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNdLxyCYH_M/S220/Dragon_ball_50.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/SK8fh5y45TI/AAAAAAAAABI/tSIAVDR0R1k/s72-c/Palmtree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908919791902484625.post-2849975928992380666</id><published>2008-08-22T21:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:18:17.954+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>A summer vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/SK8bkmEBaqI/AAAAAAAAABA/WxXN4WIjhE0/s1600-h/Wave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/SK8bkmEBaqI/AAAAAAAAABA/WxXN4WIjhE0/s200/Wave.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237435207161834146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a week ago I was with my family and my brother's friend on a summer vacation. We were on a lake that day and we had to stay up early. Before we've arrived we stopped by at my grandmother's place. We've spent some time there, but we've managed to arrive just in time at the lake. It was around 10:00 in the morning. We've unpacked our things from the car and headed to the shore. Once we've settled, the three of us my bro, his friend and I ran into the lake. The water was very cold in the beginning, but soon we got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little swimming and drowning we've decided to get out of the water. We had lunch, though for some reason we didn't eat much. Probably we weren't so hungry. In the meantime we've observed the place and people (mostly the girls ;) ) who were also enjoying their time. I took some pictures about us and also recorded video clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon we were in the water again, playing with a ball, which unfortunately had very small holes, so it was releasing air. Someone probably pierce it. Still it was fun to play with it. The day was hot and the sun shined brightly, everything was as planned. Time passed and we had to go home. Later we've found out there was some sort of a carnival, parade in the town where the lake was, but we didn't visit it. The time we've spent on that lake was great and that's why we're going again tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908919791902484625-2849975928992380666?l=mytmnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2849975928992380666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3908919791902484625&amp;postID=2849975928992380666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/2849975928992380666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/2849975928992380666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-vacation.html' title='A summer vacation'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806120386862910690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PPWP3CzkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNdLxyCYH_M/S220/Dragon_ball_50.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/SK8bkmEBaqI/AAAAAAAAABA/WxXN4WIjhE0/s72-c/Wave.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908919791902484625.post-8909058087385942084</id><published>2008-03-25T19:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:51:00.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><title type='text'>A great presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-lNuP3CzoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7amqmxw5umo/s1600-h/STAMP_FL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181758303193190018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-lNuP3CzoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7amqmxw5umo/s200/STAMP_FL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago we had Easter. My parents went to a party and my bro and I were left home, 'cos somebody had to look after the house. (just kidding) I usually go into club's with my friends on weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway that was on Sunday. Today we had a small presentation in school about an university in Novi Sad. Some girls and two guys came to make a presentation for us. They've talked about the stuff we need to know, to learn to pass the test to be able to sign up there. And even though the subjects seem hard, I believe it'll be a total blue milk run. I saw some of the questions from the tests and they seem really easy. Hopefully I'm right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll make proper considerations and stuff about signing up for that university. I think I'll choose that one, but can't promise anything. We had a few presentations in the past, but this one I really liked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main part now comes... my friend and I were at the presentation and among those girls who made that presentation there were two blonde chicks who were really uhh... HOT! At the end of the presentation they, let's call them "staff", were answering some questions to the students and one of those blonde girls (the one that I fancied) came to me and asked me if I've got any questions. The professor was standing next to me and he was like "pushing" me to ask something which I didn't understood, but I said that I only need to know the phone number of that girl and when I've turned around she was there, so we laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908919791902484625-8909058087385942084?l=mytmnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8909058087385942084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3908919791902484625&amp;postID=8909058087385942084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/8909058087385942084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/8909058087385942084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-presentation.html' title='A great presentation'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806120386862910690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PPWP3CzkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNdLxyCYH_M/S220/Dragon_ball_50.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-lNuP3CzoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7amqmxw5umo/s72-c/STAMP_FL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908919791902484625.post-3764663830043846465</id><published>2008-03-21T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:57:19.025+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PYvP3CznI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wrlJFIzO160/s1600-h/800sportscar24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180222302629056114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PYvP3CznI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wrlJFIzO160/s200/800sportscar24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone (who reads this :P). I'm Robert and this is obviously my blog. Since I never had a personal blog before, except that blog about my website's status, I don't know what to write for the first time. I'm going to write here from time to time mostly about me and the things which I expirience every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908919791902484625-3764663830043846465?l=mytmnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3764663830043846465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3908919791902484625&amp;postID=3764663830043846465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/3764663830043846465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908919791902484625/posts/default/3764663830043846465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytmnt.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806120386862910690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PPWP3CzkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNdLxyCYH_M/S220/Dragon_ball_50.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atvMVuGN3xw/R-PYvP3CznI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wrlJFIzO160/s72-c/800sportscar24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
