<?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-1901975138166026114</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:16:22.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>days of youth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901975138166026114.post-5323452326110984160</id><published>2010-07-20T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T05:14:36.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>question.did i change for the better?recently i have been told that i have changed alot and have been more attentive in class.but somehow i feel as though i am going to change to a total monster...my life no longer has any will to live, the flaming passion in my heart has burnt into ashes.yeah i know i m changing,but just what am i changing in to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-5323452326110984160?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/5323452326110984160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2010/07/question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/5323452326110984160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/5323452326110984160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2010/07/question.html' title=''/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-2749118330516363221</id><published>2010-06-11T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:05:47.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you were to tell someone that you love her after 5 years of fear and yet she treats what you says like nothing happen,how would you react?i don't understand all this at all.now i dread even more for the next day to come.i feel as though i am an idiot and all i do is pester people...sorry guys i wont pester u anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-5792283436851303877</id><published>2010-05-29T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:23:40.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dread</title><content type='html'>just had my ptm session on thursday.why would my parents always compare me with my elder brother and sister once i got back my report book.how i wish they could just love me for who i am and not compare me with other people.i am a human and not just a toy for you to compare me with.only wish they could understand my feeling and not just using me as an object which only purpose is for comparing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-1901975138166026114.post-5892144512444914379</id><published>2010-05-29T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:40:04.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-5892144512444914379?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/5892144512444914379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/5892144512444914379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/5892144512444914379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-9097588462356546165</id><published>2010-05-05T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T02:47:51.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradiction of love</title><content type='html'>why does this always happen to me?I had forgotten my first love then here comes another,and this one is far greater then the old one.but i cant decide if i should confess or not.because i dont want to lose the relationship as a friend away just because she know i love her or even if i confess and shee accepts,i cant bring her happiness all the time.If i keep on keeping my love of her to myself i will surely end up like my first love's situation.how could someone like me be so afraid of confessing my feelings to someone,sometimes i realy wonder why do i have to be stuck with all these kind of situation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-9097588462356546165?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/9097588462356546165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2010/05/contradiction-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/9097588462356546165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/9097588462356546165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2010/05/contradiction-of-love.html' title='Contradiction of love'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-6303643561517972651</id><published>2010-04-14T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T04:54:54.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exhaustion</title><content type='html'>so stressed out by all the test nowadays but at least i am motivated to strive for a good grade for my mid-year examination!For my good friends of 2E4! For the chalet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-6303643561517972651?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/6303643561517972651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2010/04/exhaustion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/6303643561517972651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/6303643561517972651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2010/04/exhaustion.html' title='exhaustion'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-949295103724198687</id><published>2010-02-22T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:04:53.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stress is on</title><content type='html'>common test are around the corner and i couldn't believe that the stress now is much greater than my lower secondary mid year examination.when i see the ten years series of all my subject,i felt as though i am gonna seriously fail the exams this time.guys please help me out here =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-949295103724198687?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/949295103724198687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2010/02/stress-is-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/949295103724198687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/949295103724198687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2010/02/stress-is-on.html' title='the stress is on'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-2694302356272883477</id><published>2009-11-04T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:31:26.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>I guess i shall end all this feeling for you...they say if you truly love someone you should just let her go.maybe its time for me to forget about you and move on in my life.i figured that i cant go on regretting and blaming on myself over and over again for the same mistakes that i have done.i am truly sorry if i would turn out to be the completely different person from who i am that you have met before and if you would wish to log in to edit this post,the password is just your full name...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-2694302356272883477?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/2694302356272883477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/11/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/2694302356272883477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/2694302356272883477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/11/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-6420034886342656716</id><published>2009-09-10T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:09:10.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contentment</title><content type='html'>This feeling...i never had felt it for so long that it felt simply heavenly.I had finally met her again!Though it was over quicker than i had thought,the feeling was almost addictive...i cant believe i am falling for her all over again and even with a greater passion then the previous.Somebody please give me some advice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-6420034886342656716?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/6420034886342656716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/09/contentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/6420034886342656716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/6420034886342656716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/09/contentment.html' title='contentment'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-1631686527427426617</id><published>2009-08-26T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:12:41.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Things had not turned out to be what i had wanted, the life i had outdoors and the life i am indoors are two completly different situations...beneath this mask i wear outdoor is the man whom is simply weak and hopelessly in love.I may have told most of you guys that i had long forgotten my love and was leading a happy life now,well things had never been that way i had told you.Now all i fear would be to take off this mask and let people see this fragile sight of me for i had seemed to be lossing my ability of disguising the truth...my 'positive' attitude had been continuously being battered by insanity and this mask seemed to be cracking by every momment i am wearing it...my life is like a life of a puppet and love became my puppeteer...I would never move without considering how what i am doing would affect my love life in the future and would keep it all inside me.For now i shall keep this secrets to myself untill i had finnaly overcome this fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-1631686527427426617?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/1631686527427426617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/08/frustration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/1631686527427426617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/1631686527427426617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/08/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-485487393240538627</id><published>2009-08-20T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T05:17:05.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Void</title><content type='html'>I am currently a lifeless soul wandering on the face of the earth...i felt betrayed by my very own emotions as they had totally vanished right inside me.My heart seemed to hurt more serverly than it had used to and my visions had been blinded by all this strong yet unworthy emotions.Tears seemed to be the one and only solution for me to wash away all my sorrows for that short momment.Completly corrupted by this emptiness,all the things in life had turned aginst me and i feel like i'am all cold and alone in this cruel world...all odds had turned aginst me,I m just barely on the edge of my own sanity,struggling just to prevent myself from being insane.it had shown how love had completly devoured me.laughters simply brought back my memmory of the good times i had with my love one,enjoyable but never permmanent.But every single laghter i gave out, the further i would be away from reality,please someone just show me that i m not that worthless, even if its just a lie,ill be more than grateful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-485487393240538627?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/485487393240538627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/08/void.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/485487393240538627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/485487393240538627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/08/void.html' title='Void'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-218412248057206559</id><published>2009-06-24T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T05:06:11.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>finally i had forgotten the girl whom i had long loved since the age of 8, this love whom left my emotions unstable for 5 longed years.now that I've forgotten about her looks,i should be full of joy by now.But why am i not?why doesn't she vanish together with my void and sorrow?why does situations always got more complicated when i had gotten what i wanted?why do i even deserved such torture?peoples say that love is just a misjudgment of emotions,and thus leading to more mental illness.how those phrases seem to be so true in my vision....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-218412248057206559?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/218412248057206559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/06/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/218412248057206559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/218412248057206559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/06/confusion.html' title='confusion'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-184833820852385739</id><published>2009-06-20T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:09:46.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>love,what does it truly means?well even i do not understand the true meaning of it...does love occur when one felt joy beside his loved one?or does it occur when one felt the feeling of void when they are not around with his loved one but does not experience joy when one's being with the one he loves...truly i m confused...could someone tell me what does love truly means...please someone,anyone pull me out of this pit of misery,guide me out of this darkness that i am in....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-184833820852385739?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/184833820852385739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/184833820852385739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/184833820852385739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</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-1901975138166026114.post-6586227273820821868</id><published>2009-06-18T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T05:52:45.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams as i know would rarely or never come true...everyone has one,even i have one.A dream of me creating a miracle,creating a time machine that would eventually turn back time,going back to the days where we once thought we have everything,freedom is right beneath our reach...Knowing that this is a dream that ill never got to have,i have decided to enjoy my current and carefree dream,a dream which we all might call youth..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901975138166026114-6586227273820821868?l=great-forever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/feeds/6586227273820821868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/6586227273820821868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901975138166026114/posts/default/6586227273820821868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://great-forever.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>60percent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267857253694853642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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