<?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-11654462</id><updated>2011-11-30T23:40:03.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a change</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11654462.post-115997302191880137</id><published>2006-10-04T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:15:37.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest?</title><content type='html'>Well, this weekend I was in Munich to the world-known Oktoberfest. To those who never went there: ”You haven't missed anything!!!” And to those who went there more than once: “How could you?”&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit that it was interesting to see, but so much talk about the famous beer festival is to me quite illogical...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Getting up at 7am, getting ready ASAP. All girls put so much effort into making them look beautiful (For whom then??? For all the drunks that don't even care how a girl looks like?).&lt;br /&gt;- Need to be there at 8am (especially over the weekend). FYI: We were there an hour later and couldn't find a place to sit. &lt;br /&gt;- You actually start drinking in the morning. I traveled Friday night after work, slept 2 hours in a tent, was tired like hell and started drinking at 10am. After my third and last one liter of beer (as the glasses are 1 liter). I was out of the game for at least two hours (I think I slept on the table). &lt;br /&gt;- You can be witness of cock-sucking on your own table (some girls almost sucked some guys d…who sat on the same table being so drunk).&lt;br /&gt;- You can learn an amazing amount of rich and high meaningful typical German songs.&lt;br /&gt;- You can pretty often have beer-showers which are so nice as everybody knows “beer is considered to have one of the nicest smells”.&lt;br /&gt;- And you can come home with diarrhea (like me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you still wanna go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-115997302191880137?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.oktoberfest.de/' title='Oktoberfest?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/115997302191880137/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=115997302191880137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/115997302191880137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/115997302191880137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2006/10/oktoberfest.html' title='Oktoberfest?'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11654462.post-115943935677100270</id><published>2006-09-28T05:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T05:29:16.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again after over a year</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I haven't written anything for so long, I just wasn't in the mood I guess. I don't know if I still will keep the tradition and write updates on a regular basis. But I ll do my best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changed so much, everything is so new and different. I really love Europe and I don't miss the USA at all (maybe the only thing that I really miss is all the trainees around and the big parties we had). There are just a few trainees here and most of them for a really short period of time. And we don't get together so much:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is new and different, I like it a lot (though I work alone most of the time and I get bored sometimes!). The company is great, it's a huge one and has many opportunities for young and ambitious people (so let's see!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are great in Cologne (and sometimes you might have luck if they are straight), the city is beautiful and has many young people and bars and clubs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anybody wanna come for a visit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-115943935677100270?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/115943935677100270/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=115943935677100270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/115943935677100270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/115943935677100270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-again-after-over-year.html' title='Back again after over a year'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11654462.post-112490096718214685</id><published>2005-08-24T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:29:27.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I haven't posted anything recently. I have no idea why. At work is not so busy, not too many &lt;strong&gt;PRONTOS&lt;/strong&gt; yet (that's how I call the Italian speakers jokingly that I am still scared of because I just started taking calls in Italian), life is beautiful here in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sunshine State, Florida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I love it...It is so different and exciting. Peaceful, nice, thrilling... I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the feeling that it's too good to be true and something bad is going to happen sometime soon. Hopefully I am wrong this time, I had enough changes in my life this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends, my family, my new friends from St. Louis, though I have a very good time here and met other nice people that I already adore. I have a wonderful time in the house with my Grandpa Sorin (sleeping from 6pm to 6am), with pure and honest Alejandra and Bane and Jose (the most loving couple I have seen lately). Looks like our place is becoming a party place, we started the tradition last week already with two parties. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos a bailar! Ahora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-112490096718214685?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/112490096718214685/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=112490096718214685&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112490096718214685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112490096718214685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2005/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11654462.post-112378812615696160</id><published>2005-08-11T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:30:41.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, I was so scared of moving, finding a place to live, how I am gonna like the place and so on, but I am over it now, because I already settled down and went through all that. It took us three days to travel through six states and arrive to the Sunshine State, our final destination. I don't know much about Florida though, because I haven't been going out a lot. I go to work, then spend the rest of the day at home (the house is so cool, we have palms everywhere:), swimming in OUR swimming pool, watching a movie and then going to bed (eventually still not mine, because Shady and Holly are staying in my room, until they move out and I am sleeping with Sorin, the devil. But I don't really care that much that I haven't seen much from our new neighbourhood, because I have another year here and there will be time for everything, right? My only concern is that I haven't seen the ocean yet, which should be definitely fixed tonight:)&lt;br /&gt;The people at work are nice, everybody speaks Spanish and it's very different but I still miss my colleagues from Saint Louis A LOT. To all of you guys "I wish all of us were here together, I wish we could all have had the opportunity to go to Velvet and OZ again, I wish we could gather for a party and even have the police come over again!:) I miss you guys and I can't wait for you to come over and visit us!"&lt;br /&gt;Adios now! Take care and don't champagne too much:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-112378812615696160?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/112378812615696160/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=112378812615696160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112378812615696160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112378812615696160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2005/08/florida.html' title='Florida'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11654462.post-112235400439430617</id><published>2005-07-25T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T00:14:16.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There is so much sadness in the world. So many bad things happen all the time - innocent people die, get killed or hurt, life sucks in general. In my opinion, as I had a discussion with a friend of mine a while ago, the world is definitely going to its end, I have this feeling for a long, long time now. All those wars in the name of unknown causas, all those terrorist attacks all over the world, all this hatrid among the people and thurst for blood and revenge make me feel so sick. Life is so confusing, the human beings lose their humanity and become predators. You never know what can happen to you in this chaos. That's why we should make efforts to enjoy every precious moment God gives us - the time spent with our families, the friends we make throughout our lifetime, the nice memories we have.&lt;br /&gt;And I am really thankful to God that so far he did no harm to me. My family, even though thousands miles away from me, is doing alright, my friends, even though I miss them so much, are having a good time as well, my new friends here - I love them so much, but I feel so sad now. I was so eager to leave for Florida and start a new exciting life (at least that's how I picture it in my mind) but while I was looking at an extremely high volume of pictures at Walid's log, going through everybody's faces, through so many events together, I became so scared and sad that I might never see some of my new friends again because of living so far away from eachother for example, which is a pretty good reason unfortunately. And it happened so many times before, I know that it's so difficult to keep a friendship with such a distance!&lt;br /&gt;To all my new friends that I am leaving pretty soon, not knowing when I will ever see them again: Anis, Alessandro, Maria, Lisiane, Amine, Aymen, Norton, Jamile, Simone, Paulino, Chad, Walid, Lena, Alfredo and all the other trainees: Thank you for the nice time we had together, for the respect and appreciation we showed to eachother (at least most of the time:), for the help and the attention I got when I needed you! We spent so much time together, I will always remember those 6 months and all the moments we had together-parties, going outs, trips we made together. I will miss all of you incredibly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-112235400439430617?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/112235400439430617/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=112235400439430617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112235400439430617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112235400439430617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2005/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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-11654462.post-112218513511329091</id><published>2005-07-24T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:42:49.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated To Pula Mica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/6237/dscn002213pr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img337.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn002213pr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/6237/dscn002213pr.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;www.ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story is dedicated to one of the craziest guys I have ever met in my life-&lt;strong&gt;Sorgy&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;Pula Mica&lt;/strong&gt; from Romania. (Don't be upset anymore, you "sugi pula" addicted DEVIL!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, to begin with, Sorgy is one of my roommates, sharing the furthest room from our appartment (Thanks God!). You would definetely know that he is at home if you hear a loud Romanian music, played anytime during the day or the night. If you don't know how to jump from the swimming pool's fence during the night while looking for refreshment, you can definitely refer to him. He already has a degree in this area since this week and would be more than happy to give you some lessons and share his experience! In general, Romania is polular all over the world with the story about Drakula. Well, obviously, in our case it turns out that some Romanians do not know the story about Drakula, but spread out stories about THE DEVIL. He can come any time during day and night, he can be quiet, appear as a light in the dark sky and be very dangerous. No matter if you are in the States or any other country different than BACK HOME, he will always be after you, once he wants to catch you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now let's make a profile of this guy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He thinks he is cool, just take a look at the picture (many girls say he looks like James Dean-apparantly Sorgy even didn't know he is he, so he went on the web to check it out!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He can party all night long, most probably you will find him in the hottest places of Saint Louis-Velvet, Pepper Lounge, The Oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He makes the girls go crazy. There is a rumour going on that once a girl fainted from his kisses:)And they even had to call 911 to rescue her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And now seriously - he is a very good guy and a very good friend. Sometime he is driving me crazy and I do really hate him when he wakes me up, screaming PROSTA PUTKA, which has a very bad meaning in Bulgarian by the way...but still I am glad I met him and made friends with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Any comments on this character are more than welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/6237/dscn002213pr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-112218513511329091?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/112218513511329091/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=112218513511329091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112218513511329091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112218513511329091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2005/07/dedicated-to-pula-mica.html' title='Dedicated To Pula Mica'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11654462.post-112193972869799386</id><published>2005-07-21T04:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:42:22.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MasterCard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img301.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sscn08585b15d13am.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN0858[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN0858%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN0857[1]2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN0857%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MasterCard Saint Louis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (the arch city)- it is still a cool place to work, especially if you don't have many calls or when you have nice customers:) And most of the people are really nice and helpful as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN0854%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN0856%5B1%5D3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1576.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of my colleagues at MasterCard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-112193972869799386?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/112193972869799386/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=112193972869799386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112193972869799386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112193972869799386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2005/07/mastercard.html' title='MasterCard'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11654462.post-112193619773104020</id><published>2005-07-21T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T03:58:21.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and memories (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/DSCN0111[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/DSCN0111%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/DSCN0022[1]1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/DSCN0022%5B1%5D1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/DSCN0029[1]1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/DSCN0029%5B1%5D1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/DSCN0016[1]1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/DSCN0016%5B1%5D1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1578.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1573.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN15721.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/DSC01922%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img32.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn013518nu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1572.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img32.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn013518nu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img32.imageshack.us/img32/4522/dscn013518nu.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;www.ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Outings, partying and champagne again and again:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I don't need to make any comments on that. It is so understandable that we party and go out in general a lot:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-112193619773104020?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/112193619773104020/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=112193619773104020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112193619773104020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112193619773104020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2005/07/pictures-and-memories-part-2.html' title='Pictures and memories (part 2)'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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-11654462.post-112158733884854896</id><published>2005-07-17T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T02:01:04.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1470[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1473[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1473%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1474[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1474%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1472[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1472%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Swimming pool party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We live in a very nice complex as you guys can see and they do parties for us and help us having a nice time there. The blond girl is our cool manager from the business center who is coming with us to parties, hepling us in every possible way. On the pictures below I was invited for an incredible weekend at the Mississipi river with her husband's family and we were boating, jet skying, aquahogging and swimming:)I felt just like Huckleberry Finn and his friend Tom Soyer. It was one of the best trips I have ever made so far. Unbelie&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;able, as Alejandra would say:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1466[1]1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1466%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1463[1]2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1463%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Good old Mississipi River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/f89f[1]1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/f89f%5B1%5D1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/f135[1]1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/f135%5B1%5D1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/dbfa[1]1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/dbfa%5B1%5D1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/b67f[1]1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/b67f%5B1%5D1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/48cc%5B1%5D1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Float Trip Adventures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/48cc[1]1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The FLOAT TRIP was great as well, lots of fun, but paddleing as well. At the end it was just like a nightmare, in which you dream that you are so close to something and you want to reach it so bad and...unfortunately... you can't:( Me and my dear roommate Maria from Austria were exhausted to death and hardly believed our eyes when we saw the FINAL STOP. Many times the river became so fast that we felt we are gonna die whenever we hit a tree in the middle of it. It was so difficult in the beginning to figure out what is the right way to float but towards the end me and Maria were so good, that we became so proud of ourselves, so that we had to receive signs from ABOVE to calm down and not be so convinced of our skills:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/__tn_Me%20and%20Anis%20the%20BAD%20GUY[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/__tn_SSCN0858[1]3.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/__tn_SSCN0854[1]3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/__tn_SSCN0854[1]3.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-112158733884854896?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/112158733884854896/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=112158733884854896&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112158733884854896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112158733884854896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2005/07/pictures-and-memories.html' title='Pictures and memories'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11654462.post-112158395926653403</id><published>2005-07-17T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:39:28.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/__tn_SSCN0854[1]1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So, let me start from the very beginning. It was the 30th of January when I came to STL Lambert International Airport. Scared, tired, sad that I left my family and friends a long way away from me. At the beginnig everything was like a dream - I met so many people at once, we went out every day from the very morning to the very evening, I was so exhausted and so excited at the same time...Then we moved in to our own appartments, we didn't have furniture for like 2-3 months but it was still so much fun. And it still is, don't get me wrong, the thing is that everything gets so routine and common, people start being tired and tense, you are facing homesickness, money problems, dealing with all kind of issues all the time and it's just so exhausting sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;But during those almost 6 months so far I had such a good time. We went out thousands of times, Velvet and Oz became our 2nd homes, I made 2 trips to Chicago, Oklahoma, to Missisipi river, did floating on a river. All in all I have had a wonderful time so far, have a head full of memories, never felt how this time passed so quickly. And looks like I will get a chance to gather much more memories pretty soon, because I am moving to Florida soon! Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;And now, let me share my memories with you with some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/__tn_SSCN0857[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/__tn_SSCN0857[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-112158395926653403?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/112158395926653403/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=112158395926653403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112158395926653403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112158395926653403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2005/07/whole-story.html' title='The whole story'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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-11654462.post-112151811999716397</id><published>2005-07-16T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:40:55.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the first posting-after 3 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/1600/SSCN1476[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6659/954/200/SSCN1476%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, that's my weblog. The name I chose is very significant as you guys might notice and goes back to the agent that initiated it, this internship and the GSC of MasterCard of course:-)&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God...I never thought I would meet so many people, make so many friends, have such a good time! I am absolutely positive that I should have come here like I did and that I should have done the things I did during those 6 months so far, because I desperately needed a change...And it was pretty much fine so far even though I had some diffucult times adapting to the way of life, everybody's peculiarities and getting used to the pace of life (actually I still have this problem but I guess it's normal, right?).&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I really miss in my life so far are my friend and my family of course, I need them so desparately already. And with the situation of moving to Florida for another year or so doesn't seem like I am gonna get a chance to see them soon unfortunately. And of course, even though I have been most of the time of my life in Bulgaria, I would miss two major happenings exactly during this period while I am away from there-my first cousin and two of my best friends getting married!!!How come? It's not fair at all...Anyway, that's life and that's the best of it, when unplanned things happen all the time, so that we, the mortals, can get the real taste of it:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11654462-112151811999716397?l=borboryana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/feeds/112151811999716397/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11654462&amp;postID=112151811999716397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112151811999716397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11654462/posts/default/112151811999716397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borboryana.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-first-posting-after-3-months.html' title='Finally the first posting-after 3 months...'/><author><name>BoryanaInCologne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175111164794914963</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>
