<?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-15223061</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:39:22.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty boat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223061.post-114789357803316278</id><published>2006-05-17T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:20:03.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend, President Amoeba</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  Orange tree, originally uploaded by Dee Johnson      My friend, President Amoeba      When I was a middle school student,there was a friend of mine whose nickname was 'amoeba'.As you know, the amoeba is a unicellular animal and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114789357803316278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114789357803316278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789357803316278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789357803316278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-friend-president-amoeba.html' title='My friend, President Amoeba'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114789322148985507</id><published>2006-05-17T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:18:46.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcome the difficulty!</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  me on the map, originally uploaded by michale         Whenever I see softly weak and thin trunks of willows, I am proud of them that have overcome severe cold and high wind. The new leaves sprout up from so thin trunks… They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114789322148985507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114789322148985507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789322148985507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789322148985507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/overcome-difficulty.html' title='Overcome the difficulty!'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114789302366824969</id><published>2006-05-17T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:10:50.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get over stage fright</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  , originally uploaded by michale        Many people feel stage frightWhich makes their faces flushedAnd they stammer as well just byStanding on the podiumThey must overcome itIf they want to succeedHow can they overcome stage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114789302366824969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114789302366824969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789302366824969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789302366824969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-over-stage-fright.html' title='Get over stage fright'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114789268630325840</id><published>2006-05-17T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:09:22.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruling over with morality</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  , originally uploaded by michale      Alexander, who was the king of Macedonia, attacked many countries with his army, destroyed towns and killed countless innocent people.He finally got this city in the end of the west.People </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114789268630325840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114789268630325840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789268630325840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789268630325840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/ruling-over-with-morality.html' title='Ruling over with morality'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114789259541847222</id><published>2006-05-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:20:51.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I sing your song</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  Storm, originally uploaded by Dee Johnson       You, my love...I sing your songYou are the brightest purityYour purity is like the morning skyYou shine brighter than the morning starYou are a movementYou move so fast,I can’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114789259541847222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114789259541847222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789259541847222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789259541847222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-sing-your-song.html' title='I sing your song'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114789240207720147</id><published>2006-05-17T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:21:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savant Syndrome</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  Overexposed, originally uploaded by Dee Johnson      Rarely, there are people who are suffering fromAutism or developmental disorder but shows anExtreme talent in music, memorization or calculation.Savant syndrome describes a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114789240207720147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114789240207720147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789240207720147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789240207720147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/savant-syndrome.html' title='Savant Syndrome'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114789221853792570</id><published>2006-05-17T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:21:47.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a hope?</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  today in Acapulco, originally uploaded by michale      It has been two years since I am out of job in my 40’s.I have so far tried to live my life positivelyand energetically and never lost my hope.I even tried to overcome the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114789221853792570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114789221853792570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789221853792570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789221853792570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-there-hope.html' title='Is there a hope?'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114789188157566702</id><published>2006-05-17T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:51:42.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mother bird was dying, but even then...</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  Waddle This Way, originally uploaded by Finiky     A friend of mine living in Daegu really likes birds.He gives a present, a pair of birds, to everyone who visits him first. He has a reason why he gives birds to people. One day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114789188157566702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114789188157566702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789188157566702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789188157566702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/mother-bird-was-dying-but-even-then.html' title='The mother bird was dying, but even then...'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114789143212508437</id><published>2006-05-17T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:44:05.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Element of company's success</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  , originally uploaded by michale      It is 4 AM. It is so early that the sun does not rise, but neatly dressed CEOs are coming to a plant. The CEOs are going to attend a lesson in Samson Precision Machine at 4 AM. Various </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114789143212508437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114789143212508437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789143212508437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789143212508437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/element-of-companys-success.html' title='Element of company&apos;s success'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114789094193212547</id><published>2006-05-17T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:38:45.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An old woman talking with flowers</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } We visited Keukenhof with the Lindbergh's "Keukenhof and flower fields" tour. There was very little flower fields (i.e. we drove past them slowly), and nine hours at Keukenhof (shorter tours also available). The nine hour tour </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114789094193212547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114789094193212547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789094193212547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114789094193212547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/old-woman-talking-with-flowers.html' title='An old woman talking with flowers'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114788976713775559</id><published>2006-05-17T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:16:23.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty boat</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  , originally uploaded by michale     If a man getting across a river by boat collidesagainst an empty boat, he would not get angry no matter how bad man he may be. Because it is just an empty boat nobody is in. On the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114788976713775559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114788976713775559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114788976713775559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114788976713775559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/empty-boat_17.html' title='Empty boat'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114788864792864920</id><published>2006-05-17T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:57:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life found in a stolen bag</title><summary type='text'>When I was a middle school student in 1986Cheong-Ju, Chungbuk , I wasn’t a good kid.Hanging around with friends, I did everything you could call 'bad things' with them. My only concern was how I could get dirty money for my little 'entertainment'. One of the best ways was stealing texts from other kids' school bags, so I could sell them and get the money. One day, stealing a school bag as usual,I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114788864792864920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114788864792864920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114788864792864920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114788864792864920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-life-found-in-stolen-bag.html' title='My life found in a stolen bag'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</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-15223061.post-114788746253005931</id><published>2006-05-17T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:37:42.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming closer to you.</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }		fresh load of prisma, originally uploaded by untitled13				 With happiness and strong feelingThis moment is passing by.Meeting with you... andWhy is this time I think of you so brilliant?The first line of my pocketbook...The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/feeds/114788746253005931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223061&amp;postID=114788746253005931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114788746253005931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223061/posts/default/114788746253005931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poliunplugged.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-coming-closer-to-you.html' title='I&apos;m coming closer to you.'/><author><name>blogpr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02134654162430253141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
