<?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-4023709</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:48:56.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall We Dance</title><subtitle type='html'>It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallwedance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallwedance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096341295892898037</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023709.post-87545554</id><published>2003-01-16T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T13:47:12.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Snow, the best stuff out there~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY!!! It's &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; snowing here!!! I'm sooooooo happy! I haven't been this happy in a really really long time.  My fingers are painfully frozen and my hair is cold and wet but I'm still happy, I love snow so much. I only came to the comp to post this but I'm going right back out there to play in that lovely white snow stuff. ^________^ &lt;--that's me RIGHT NOW!! lmao ..ok, end post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023709-87545554?l=shallwedance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023709/posts/default/87545554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023709/posts/default/87545554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallwedance.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87545554' title=''/><author><name>Kazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096341295892898037</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023709.post-86022064</id><published>2002-12-15T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T02:40:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;i&gt;~The best of it all in a nutshell, what you've lost and won.~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O, the nights and, woe, the days. Only, &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; tens until Christmas. We're supposed to go to my grandparents' house but I'm in a terrible way and don't feel like going but that'll probably change, come Thursday. Anywho, that bit up top is what sprouted from my mouth 10 seconds ago, so forgive me if it doesn't make sense. Though it makes perfect sense to me. As of late, I haven't been able to draw so I've been excercising my creativity on a different medium, writing. I haven't been allowed near a library since a 3-month late charge so I've had to create my own stories. Now I find that I always have an urge to type up something on a mere whim. But I save my energy, and time, for the good ideas. Lately, most of my ideas are about scientific experiments and horrid hospitals that leave my characters damaged forever. Almost all of my characters have been through some kind of trauma. I think that Ari is my only exception, he's still pure and unscathed by my twisted mind. But..that may change. Then poor Ari will be just as damaged as the rest. Another thing that no one wants. But enough with melancholy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023709-86022064?l=shallwedance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023709/posts/default/86022064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023709/posts/default/86022064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallwedance.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86022064' title=''/><author><name>Kazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096341295892898037</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></entry></feed>
