<?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-25702004</id><updated>2011-09-22T19:47:11.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MyBlog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xarlot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00593333286125830336</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702004.post-3276409895942271148</id><published>2007-09-07T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:21:39.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite poem from when i was a little girl</title><content type='html'>bestiaire du coquillage - claude roy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"si tu trouves sur la plage&lt;br /&gt;un très joli coquillage&lt;br /&gt;compose le numéro&lt;br /&gt;OCÉAN O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et l’oreille à l’appareil&lt;br /&gt;la mer te racontera&lt;br /&gt;dans sa langue des merveilles&lt;br /&gt;que papa te traduira."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702004-3276409895942271148?l=xarlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/feeds/3276409895942271148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702004&amp;postID=3276409895942271148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default/3276409895942271148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default/3276409895942271148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-favourite-poem-from-when-i-was.html' title='my favourite poem from when i was a little girl'/><author><name>xarlot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00593333286125830336</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-25702004.post-7731430253148458258</id><published>2007-09-07T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:18:44.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dash Poem by Linda Ellis</title><content type='html'>i read of a man who stood to speak&lt;br /&gt;at the funeral of a friend&lt;br /&gt;he referred to the dates on her tombstone&lt;br /&gt;from the beginning to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he noted that first came the date of her birth&lt;br /&gt;and spoke the following date with tears,&lt;br /&gt;but he said what mattered most of all&lt;br /&gt;was the dash between those years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that dash represents all the time&lt;br /&gt;that she spent alive on earth.&lt;br /&gt;and now only those who loved her&lt;br /&gt;know what that little line is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for it matters not how much we own;&lt;br /&gt;the cars, the house, the cash,&lt;br /&gt;what matters is how we live and love&lt;br /&gt;and how we spend our dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so think about this long and hard.&lt;br /&gt;are there things you’d like to change?&lt;br /&gt;for you never know how much time is left,&lt;br /&gt;that can still be rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we could just slow down enough&lt;br /&gt;to consider what’s true and real&lt;br /&gt;and always try to understand&lt;br /&gt;the way other people feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and be less quick to anger,&lt;br /&gt;and show appreciation more&lt;br /&gt;and love the people in our lives&lt;br /&gt;like we’ve never loved before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we treat each other with respect,&lt;br /&gt;and more often wear a smile&lt;br /&gt;remembering that this special dash&lt;br /&gt;might only last a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when your eulogy is being read&lt;br /&gt;with your life’s actions to rehash&lt;br /&gt;would you be proud of the things they say&lt;br /&gt;about how you spent your dash?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702004-7731430253148458258?l=xarlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/feeds/7731430253148458258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702004&amp;postID=7731430253148458258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;now that it's been stated, maybe i'll do something about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702004-8886316648223422370?l=xarlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/feeds/8886316648223422370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702004&amp;postID=8886316648223422370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default/8886316648223422370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default/8886316648223422370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-denial.html' title='i&apos;m in denial'/><author><name>xarlot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00593333286125830336</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-25702004.post-4976115848589411500</id><published>2007-06-20T16:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:21:53.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catalan poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Embrutant amb paraules les boniques imatges…tot convidant-te a pensar….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vols veure un arbre vés a la vall,&lt;br /&gt;Si vols veure la vall, vés a la muntanya,&lt;br /&gt;Si vols veure la muntanya enfila’t als núvols&lt;br /&gt;però si ho vols veure tot…&lt;br /&gt;Tanca els ulls i pensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’ amor és tot allò que veus en algú quan creus que no t’està mirant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no fas alguna bogeria,&lt;br /&gt;mai faràs res interessant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La meitat de la bellesa depèn del paisatge, l’altra meitat de la persona que el mira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa en tot allò que tens,&lt;br /&gt;i no en el que et fa falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida no consisteix en recordar el passat amb nostàlgia, &lt;br /&gt;ni esperar el futur amb ansietat…&lt;br /&gt;Sinó viure el present amb passió!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quan decideixis viure més sincerament per dins…&lt;br /&gt;Començaràs a viure&lt;br /&gt;sincerament per fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per entendre el cor i la raó de les persones, &lt;br /&gt;no et fixis en el que fan &lt;br /&gt;ni en el que han aconseguit, &lt;br /&gt;sinó en el que et demostrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Els veritables amics seràn els que &lt;br /&gt;es quedin al teu costat&lt;br /&gt;fins i tot quan ja no et quedi res &lt;br /&gt;per oferir, excepte a tu mateix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La gent més feliç, no necessàriament  té el millor de tot; simplement gaudeix  al màxim de tot el que&lt;br /&gt;troba en el seu camí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura recordar d’on vens ,&lt;br /&gt;però no oblidis on vas.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et desitjo la suficient felicitat per   mantenir el teu esperit ben viu;&lt;br /&gt;i el suficient dolor perquè els petits   plaers de la vida et semblin més  grans;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i un cor ben humà.. I la pluja  suficient perquè apreciïs  la sortida del sol.  &lt;br /&gt;Caterina , març de 2007&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702004-4976115848589411500?l=xarlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/feeds/4976115848589411500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702004&amp;postID=4976115848589411500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default/4976115848589411500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default/4976115848589411500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/2007/06/catalan-poem.html' title='catalan poem'/><author><name>xarlot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00593333286125830336</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-25702004.post-7333268093377679545</id><published>2007-06-20T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:34:08.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>savoir aimer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Florent Pagny – Savoir Aimer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paroles : Lionel Florence, Pascal Obispo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Savoir sourire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;À une inconnue qui passe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;N'en garder aucune trace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinon celle du plaisir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Savoir aimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sans rien attendre en retour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ni égard, ni grand amour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pas même l'espoir d'être aimé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais savoir donner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Donner sans reprendre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ne rien faire qu'apprendre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apprendre à aimer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aimer sans attendre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aimer à tout prendre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apprendre à sourire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rien que pour le geste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sans vouloir le reste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Et apprendre à Vivre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Et s'en aller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Savoir attendre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goûter à ce plein bonheur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Qu'on vous donne comme par erreur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tant on ne l'attendait plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se voir y croire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pour tromper la peur du vide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ancrée comme autant de rides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Qui ternissent les miroirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;{Refrain}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Savoir souffrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;En silence, sans murmure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ni défense ni armure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Souffrir à vouloir mourir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Et se relever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comme on renaît de ses cendres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Avec tant d'amour à revendre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Qu'on tire un trait sur le passé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;{Refrain}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apprendre à rêver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;À rêver pour deux,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rien qu'en fermant les yeux,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Et savoir donner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Donner sans rature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ni demi-mesure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apprendre à rester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vouloir jusqu'au bout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rester malgré tout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apprendre à aimer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Et s'en aller,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Et s'en aller...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702004-7333268093377679545?l=xarlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/feeds/7333268093377679545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702004&amp;postID=7333268093377679545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default/7333268093377679545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default/7333268093377679545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/2007/06/savoir-aimer.html' title='savoir aimer'/><author><name>xarlot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00593333286125830336</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-25702004.post-5992418174786325071</id><published>2007-06-18T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:45:53.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>highs and lows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i think i think too much.  about life.  and everything...  do you think that's possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lately i've been having huge highs and lows.  they come and go, and when i'm not very happy and content, i'm depressed and insecure.  i'm having a hard time regulating my emotions, even though on the surface i believe i portray a fairly steady state.  that's always been my strength, hiding what i really feel inside.  if you ask me, i'll automatically respond that i'm fine.  and i am.  in the larger scheme of things, i'm extremely lucky and i know it.  i realise all that i have going for me, and it frustrates me that i can't just accept it all and move on.  i wish i could, and fully concentrate on helping others and doing my part to make the world a better place (cliché, i know)...  but i can't, or at least not as much as i would like, because i spend a lot of time and energy thinking things through.  i don't ever fully get to the essence or resolve anything, so i end up going round in circles over and over again...over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this is so hard.  just writing this much takes a lot out of me...  pathetic, huh?  i can't believe i'm spending so much time on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;what i'm hoping is that by making this (blogging) a habit, i'll have something to look back at and to improve upon as i explore myself further and develop new ways to express what's inside me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ok.  back to my papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702004-5992418174786325071?l=xarlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/feeds/5992418174786325071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702004&amp;postID=5992418174786325071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default/5992418174786325071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702004/posts/default/5992418174786325071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/2007/06/highs-and-lows.html' title='highs and lows'/><author><name>xarlot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00593333286125830336</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-25702004.post-3344176170832991690</id><published>2007-06-15T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:35:04.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i should write a blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i've been doing a lot of thinking lately (strange, huh?) and i've decided to start a blog. i'm not quite sure where this is going yet. maybe nowhere. but maybe it'll develop into something interesting that will help me make sense of life and grow into a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i don't know who i'm writing this for either. i think mainly for myself, but some others may be interested to see what's going on in that crazy mind of mine. like you, whoever you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i've got to learn to open up and find a way to say all that's in me. i want to sort out all the thoughts, emotions, feelings, etc. that are crashing around in my brain...they're driving me crazy!! i think writing stuff down will help. at least i hope it will. if it doesn't, then this blog will be shortlived. but better shortlived than non-existent, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so that's it. i've got to get back to work. let's see what happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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blog'/><author><name>xarlot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00593333286125830336</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-25702004.post-114455267460738738</id><published>2006-04-08T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:17:54.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;blablabla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702004-114455267460738738?l=xarlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xarlot.blogspot.com/feeds/114455267460738738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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