<?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-4947040946042048847</id><updated>2011-12-10T07:14:22.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricket's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zer6u0AwbT0/TIzvgjHR_PI/AAAAAAAADjc/gQG9mDy3dn0/S220/IMG_6604.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-2210145860635303114</id><published>2011-12-10T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T07:14:22.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The orange rain</title><content type='html'>She never thought this way, but yes, it could have been a little disapointment involved. Actually, a lot of disapointment. Who would choose them? Nobody did. No other man wanted to be their father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947040946042048847-2210145860635303114?l=ancailie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/feeds/2210145860635303114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/2011/12/purple-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default/2210145860635303114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default/2210145860635303114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/2011/12/purple-rain.html' title='The orange rain'/><author><name>Anca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zer6u0AwbT0/TIzvgjHR_PI/AAAAAAAADjc/gQG9mDy3dn0/S220/IMG_6604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-882255326592345253</id><published>2011-12-08T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:15:17.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purple Violin</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;She knew only toowell how painful life could be when the normal family pattern was torn apart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4947040946042048847-882255326592345253?l=ancailie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/feeds/882255326592345253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/2011/12/purple-violin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default/882255326592345253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default/882255326592345253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/2011/12/purple-violin.html' title='The Purple Violin'/><author><name>Anca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zer6u0AwbT0/TIzvgjHR_PI/AAAAAAAADjc/gQG9mDy3dn0/S220/IMG_6604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-6561902679577946928</id><published>2011-12-07T04:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T05:00:58.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The red carousel</title><content type='html'>But she didn't think of him, of his own needs. All he wants is a clean shirt, a warm meal, a nice wife and healthy children. What else? How come he's got such a nevrotic wife, with so many personality disorders? It's not his fault she lost her father when she was a child, and she blames the universe for that! It's not his fault his own mother died, leaving him without a motherly figure around to find comfort in. He’s been working a lot of energy and time in the office, why isn’t that enought? Why does she keep asking him about taking the children to school, or reading them, or buying groceries, or cleaning the house? All these are her job to do, not his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947040946042048847-6561902679577946928?l=ancailie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/feeds/6561902679577946928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/2011/12/red-carousel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default/6561902679577946928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default/6561902679577946928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/2011/12/red-carousel.html' title='The red carousel'/><author><name>Anca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zer6u0AwbT0/TIzvgjHR_PI/AAAAAAAADjc/gQG9mDy3dn0/S220/IMG_6604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-9026140412841116428</id><published>2011-12-05T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:12:45.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The flying saucer</title><content type='html'>Nobody taught her how to raise a husband. She's been learning how to raise a child. But a husband - that's something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;When a child is sick, she's learnt how to be pacient and give him/her the medicine and confort him/her in her motherly arms. When her husband is sick - he just complains, he comlains about his sickness and he complains about not being taken care of. He needs to be taken to the doctor, he needs to be reminded to take the medicine, he needs to stay at home to recover, which he doesn't and furthermore, he is upset his wife has become a pain in the ass for telling him what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947040946042048847-9026140412841116428?l=ancailie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/feeds/9026140412841116428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/2011/12/flying-saucer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default/9026140412841116428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default/9026140412841116428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/2011/12/flying-saucer.html' title='The flying saucer'/><author><name>Anca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zer6u0AwbT0/TIzvgjHR_PI/AAAAAAAADjc/gQG9mDy3dn0/S220/IMG_6604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-7853026810854066872</id><published>2011-12-01T00:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:30:38.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blue monkey</title><content type='html'>Her father died when she was seven. She's been trying to find him in every man she met ever since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947040946042048847-7853026810854066872?l=ancailie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/feeds/7853026810854066872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/2011/12/blue-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default/7853026810854066872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947040946042048847/posts/default/7853026810854066872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancailie.blogspot.com/2011/12/blue-monkey.html' title='The blue monkey'/><author><name>Anca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zer6u0AwbT0/TIzvgjHR_PI/AAAAAAAADjc/gQG9mDy3dn0/S220/IMG_6604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
