<?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-1075076722913597957</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:42:30.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Randomness Of My Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>love. laugh. life. live.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075076722913597957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>egy fck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567260839887095411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/13/93/16853931/1_420054860m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075076722913597957.post-839964290648782851</id><published>2007-08-25T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:51:31.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>theres no hope.</title><content type='html'>everybody have secrets, and i love to keep secrets.&lt;br /&gt;ppl always ask me bout my secret, but i wouldnt tell about it, till i die.&lt;br /&gt;yes, im a closed person! i dont want ppl know bout "my real life."&lt;br /&gt;i dont easy to trust ppl around me.&lt;br /&gt;including: family, or best friends. fuck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, im 17. im a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;but i cry a lot. i have many dissease.&lt;br /&gt;my hand is bruished as fck.&lt;br /&gt;i got blood test, anaesthetic, medicine shots.&lt;br /&gt;and it make me insensible a day.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it is the way i can forget bout my past.&lt;br /&gt;bout my beautiful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me time for that.&lt;br /&gt;do not always ask bout my real life!&lt;br /&gt;bcz i never do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have three boys who ready to listen my story.&lt;br /&gt;first, my boifriend.&lt;br /&gt;second, is my friend from high school.&lt;br /&gt;we have made friends during 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;and he is my boyf bestfriend in first grade of highschool.&lt;br /&gt;he always call me or come to my house, if he get a problem.&lt;br /&gt;we talk a lot in the phone in several hours, and his mom angry with him.&lt;br /&gt;but we always forget bout our problem.&lt;br /&gt;bcz he makes me laugh, and me too.&lt;br /&gt;and one again is my friend from other highschool.&lt;br /&gt;we chat in Y!M, sent sms to each other evry midnight.&lt;br /&gt;he always make me laugh with his "punkrock language".&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;i cant trust to tell my story to my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;or whoever again.&lt;br /&gt;they are &lt;em&gt;ember&lt;/em&gt; as usual.&lt;br /&gt;though i tell him/her dont tell my story to whoever again! or i'll angry.&lt;br /&gt;but they do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know it is the reason for me to do not tell bout my story to wrong ppl!&lt;br /&gt;it make you more sick then bfr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry!&lt;br /&gt;please respect ppl's privacy dont dropping of it. key?&lt;br /&gt;more thx. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075076722913597957-839964290648782851?l=danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com/feeds/839964290648782851/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075076722913597957&amp;postID=839964290648782851' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075076722913597957/posts/default/839964290648782851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075076722913597957/posts/default/839964290648782851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com/2007/08/theres-no-hope.html' title='theres no hope.'/><author><name>egy fck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567260839887095411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/13/93/16853931/1_420054860m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075076722913597957.post-8517465092118553287</id><published>2007-08-14T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T04:53:47.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;may 20th 2k5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 15, at grade 10 in higschool, i found someone who i love.&lt;br /&gt;he said that he love me, since a month ago. and im taken with him.&lt;br /&gt;he's nice and dropdead gorgeous. i think im so special! bcz many girl hates our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;he's not like the other boys you know. he have responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, even though he lives here i feel like we barely see each other.&lt;br /&gt;i always miss him so much. yes, i know its hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;august 15th 2k7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, after we didnt meet and he never call for about 2weeks, he comes home at nine AM when im already sleeping and i get up and shower, he's still in my guest room and sleep. i kissed his cheek and said: &lt;em&gt;"pagi! ko g kuliah?"&lt;/em&gt; and he said &lt;em&gt;"cm lyat jadwal doank!" &lt;/em&gt;then he hugs me deeply. i feel so comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, bfr i sleep, he sent me sms and said &lt;em&gt;"cepet sembuh y chayank! syg g mw lyat chayank skt trus. pandu kangen, sayang n cinta bgt2 m egy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know? our relationship is very strong.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care ppl talk shit about us.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care bout who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, i know he always make me hurts, if he didnt call me for a loooonnnngggg time.&lt;br /&gt;but i know he always love me, miss me and need me.&lt;br /&gt;bcz he always said if we meet.&lt;br /&gt;and me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my boyf:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never felt like this bfr.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;i just can say that i love you more than anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;i love you more than juliete loves her romeo.&lt;br /&gt;i always try to be what you need.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being my soul, till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yours. xoxo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075076722913597957-8517465092118553287?l=danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com/feeds/8517465092118553287/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075076722913597957&amp;postID=8517465092118553287' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075076722913597957/posts/default/8517465092118553287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075076722913597957/posts/default/8517465092118553287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com/2007/08/may-20th-2k5-when-i-was-15-at-grade-10.html' title=''/><author><name>egy fck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567260839887095411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/13/93/16853931/1_420054860m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075076722913597957.post-9028278778081977792</id><published>2007-08-12T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:14:19.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>highschool time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let me introduce myself. my name is &lt;strong&gt;egy&lt;/strong&gt;! but some ppl call me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for short. :]]] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love my friends. they are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no friend equal no life!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Deepening friendships mean people can trust you with their secrets, both large and small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good friends never break a confidence." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098091995779750002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/RsAPqMi22HI/AAAAAAAAAEk/m0s9qj_8gCA/s400/DSCN2066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;boys of EHS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098084320673191938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/RsAIrci22AI/AAAAAAAAADs/eHRUBwBP4ps/s400/DSCN1919.jPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yep, there are my boys! hha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097720171871000194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/Rr69fMi21oI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_zKQg3f7Oy0/s320/DSCN2480+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are sevana, egy n san2. and we love karaoke @bip! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098085153896847378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/RsAJb8i22BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/c0EPVAxnm44/s400/22092006(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;at biology subject. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098090982167468130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/RsAOvMi22GI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9l2NeRDCNMs/s400/IMG_0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;konichiwaaaa, sensei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097723801118365410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/Rr7Ayci21uI/AAAAAAAAABU/Dcq7Fh7rHx8/s400/DSCI1673.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;trip to lembang with buszenemy crew. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097724492608100082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/Rr7Basi21vI/AAAAAAAAABc/DbINiCPrGS8/s400/DSC00596+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;with my partner, sahid! sometimes we can be an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098086773099517986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/RsAK6Mi22CI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ihjk04qCUec/s400/DSC00578+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@bcw. and we love hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098087679337617474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/RsALu8i22EI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tQk0bp9cvtk/s400/DSC00594+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;nurul : x=4, trus d turunkan, ntar inversnya ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;egy : ohhhh, trus2? ( sok ngerti!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;umey : arggghhh????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098088615640488018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/RsAMlci22FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9jssC3bj2f8/s400/gee%27s+pic(341).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;they are always come to my house &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then browsing some pornsite in my computer. hha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097725020889077506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/Rr7B5ci21wI/AAAAAAAAABk/7CIS33GWXgs/s400/Killed+by,,(992).jpg" border="0" /&gt;@ library&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from L-R: egy, catur, umey.&lt;br /&gt;he is my favourite boy. his name is catur! we love fight. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097726610026977042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/Rr7DV8i21xI/AAAAAAAAABs/QjsprlQIGO4/s400/Killed+by,,(505).jpg" border="0" /&gt;trip to lembang! and his name is otri a.k.a troy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he is my favourite ganksta ever. i adore this boy. :] &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098087103811999794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/RsALNci22DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2T5Sg-dt3c4/s400/At+347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@347. izziers! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: yeaa, i know! my stomache is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097727301516711714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/Rr7D-Mi21yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/a7iZ6vAbJQE/s400/Killed+by,,(234).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;trip to soreang. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097728053135988530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/Rr7Ep8i21zI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TE8lQiqERQE/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my first class in high school. they are &lt;strong&gt;trouble makers family&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really2 love them, forever and ever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098083015003133938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/RsAHfci21_I/AAAAAAAAADk/PIvdhEKWYxs/s400/DSCI0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;photoshoot. photoshoot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for year book only! (for information ima photographer. hho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097736874998814562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/Rr7Mrci212I/AAAAAAAAACU/DpoQQIEdV3w/s400/19032007224-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my seventeen birthday. thx for the cute necklace, dude!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097729272906700610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/Rr7Fw8i210I/AAAAAAAAACE/YKIQCzHSzQk/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097729698108462930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/Rr7GJsi211I/AAAAAAAAACM/PKleT9vB8f0/s400/DSCN2378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and last but not least. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love them! they are my life, my happiness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CIRCUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075076722913597957-9028278778081977792?l=danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com/feeds/9028278778081977792/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075076722913597957&amp;postID=9028278778081977792' title='6 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075076722913597957/posts/default/9028278778081977792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075076722913597957/posts/default/9028278778081977792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonhisgrave.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-miss-them.html' title='highschool time'/><author><name>egy fck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567260839887095411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/13/93/16853931/1_420054860m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vq2OOkMhPxI/RsAPqMi22HI/AAAAAAAAAEk/m0s9qj_8gCA/s72-c/DSCN2066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
