<?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-6961376983639931042</id><updated>2011-05-24T13:50:22.837+03:00</updated><category term='dallas green'/><category term='personal writing'/><category term='personal lyrics'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='personal photography'/><category term='animals'/><title type='text'>Cover her shoulders in primary colours</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961376983639931042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AST A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13901110676077155781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zy_6NE0upHw/Tb3c6NvUHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AFKmdP_qQp4/s220/227584_10150161273548862_703458861_6850554_59335_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961376983639931042.post-6451153319790784182</id><published>2011-05-24T13:41:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:50:22.845+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal lyrics'/><title type='text'>Even if that is the case..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pfxyC0p4RM/TduMoE3gLuI/AAAAAAAAACI/XNAwBJUsFIg/s1600/%25CE%2595%25CE%25B9%25CE%25BA%25CF%258C%25CE%25BD%25CE%25B1+878-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pfxyC0p4RM/TduMoE3gLuI/AAAAAAAAACI/XNAwBJUsFIg/s320/%25CE%2595%25CE%25B9%25CE%25BA%25CF%258C%25CE%25BD%25CE%25B1+878-1.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe how I feel about you. Even if that is the case, I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a single picture can portray how much love I hide for you. Even if that is the case, I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever deed I may make, it can’t show you how helpless I’ve been without you by my side. Even if that is the case, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  cannot honestly tell me that everything that we lived is over. That we  will never make another memory; that the only thing I can do is just  remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart was more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is more than enough still.&lt;br /&gt;And the promises can be fulfilled, if you just let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the sand castle without its corals?&lt;br /&gt;It’s dull, simple and lifeless. I cannot walk through life anymore as lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to feel. You taught me to experience things.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to love; and I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is that, &lt;i&gt;I &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; do&lt;/i&gt;. As much as I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘As long as we whisper to one another, we will never fully hear each other.’&lt;br /&gt;I whisper no more. I am here testifying my soul..&lt;br /&gt;‘Beyond visions of wretched –and broken- smiles’&lt;br /&gt;We can alter this; we can mend everything back by helping one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘And I wonder where 'forever' went&lt;br /&gt;And how our 'everything' came undone&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes and the heaven beneath us had died.’&lt;br /&gt;I still hope not for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961376983639931042-6451153319790784182?l=primary-colours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/feeds/6451153319790784182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/2011/05/even-if-that-is-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961376983639931042/posts/default/6451153319790784182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961376983639931042/posts/default/6451153319790784182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/2011/05/even-if-that-is-case.html' title='Even if that is the case..'/><author><name>AST A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13901110676077155781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zy_6NE0upHw/Tb3c6NvUHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AFKmdP_qQp4/s220/227584_10150161273548862_703458861_6850554_59335_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pfxyC0p4RM/TduMoE3gLuI/AAAAAAAAACI/XNAwBJUsFIg/s72-c/%25CE%2595%25CE%25B9%25CE%25BA%25CF%258C%25CE%25BD%25CE%25B1+878-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961376983639931042.post-4871208172746831032</id><published>2011-05-03T22:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:19:52.687+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Attica Park</title><content type='html'>Today I visited with some friends the Attica Park. It's filled with all kinds of animals there, from flamingos to exotic parrots and suricats. Here are some photos for you to enjoy too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7MFGdQd7kQ/TcBTmwuW5XI/AAAAAAAAABo/nh4ACRT2o1E/s1600/%25CE%2595%25CE%25B9%25CE%25BA%25CF%258C%25CE%25BD%25CE%25B1+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7MFGdQd7kQ/TcBTmwuW5XI/AAAAAAAAABo/nh4ACRT2o1E/s320/%25CE%2595%25CE%25B9%25CE%25BA%25CF%258C%25CE%25BD%25CE%25B1+018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqbC9u3tnK0/TcBTzgbTgfI/AAAAAAAAABs/6rFaxScG0XE/s1600/%25CE%2595%25CE%25B9%25CE%25BA%25CF%258C%25CE%25BD%25CE%25B1+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqbC9u3tnK0/TcBTzgbTgfI/AAAAAAAAABs/6rFaxScG0XE/s320/%25CE%2595%25CE%25B9%25CE%25BA%25CF%258C%25CE%25BD%25CE%25B1+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It potraits herself happy, gallant and well  acquainted with her place in the world. Looking at the picture, the girl  ponders, and recalls events and memories that had happened. Her mind is  full of vivid actions, loud talks and a life full of color, just like  the picture she had taken. But all these led to one thing; the time, the  place, and the moment when she heard her first real 'i love you'. At  least, that was what she believed back then. The world seemed simple,  fun and full; because she was. In just a flash, she was aware that she  could count her happiest moments with only five fingers, only one hand.  Or maybe even with just one finger. She could feel her memories passing  before her eyes and herself uncapable of doing something to stop them;  and even though she wanted to go back, she wanted to get into that  colorful sparkle and stay there, she couldn't. It was like her mistakes  dragged her to the harsh reality; back to the reality that she miserably  and unintentionally created for herself. She got scared, she really  didn't want to repeat her mother's sinister past. She did not want to  end up with a life ruined and a heavy heart; a heavy heart broken  perfectly, in a way that couldn't be mended back. With the help of her  childish imagination, she got away of that hidious nightmare, and  remembered that mesmerasing smile. A smile that she had never sensed  because she had never offered it to anyone before. It was the first  time. It was the only time. Because now, the inevitable had happend. The  heart was icy cold and the shine in her eyes long gone. She had made  those mistakes; those mistakes that she couldn't bare thinking about in  the past. The world wasn't fun anymore, wasn't simple. She knew that the  end wasn't near, it was here. And what she was left, was that picture  that she had taken a while back. And she knows deep inside her that the  chance of wining back the moment that the picture represented was not  the case anymore. Hope died that day for her; and optimism died, and her  will also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, she just looks at the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961376983639931042-2210338297226822459?l=primary-colours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/feeds/2210338297226822459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/2011/05/breakable-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961376983639931042/posts/default/2210338297226822459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961376983639931042/posts/default/2210338297226822459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/2011/05/breakable-girl.html' title='Breakable girl'/><author><name>AST A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13901110676077155781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zy_6NE0upHw/Tb3c6NvUHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AFKmdP_qQp4/s220/227584_10150161273548862_703458861_6850554_59335_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961376983639931042.post-3944463828202295596</id><published>2011-05-02T01:42:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:39:00.965+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dallas green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><title type='text'>The sweetest hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3G4HaTGKSU/TduKuKoLI5I/AAAAAAAAACE/JeZ5Xp48zrs/s1600/DDDD.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3G4HaTGKSU/TduKuKoLI5I/AAAAAAAAACE/JeZ5Xp48zrs/s320/DDDD.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0wyv581441qbcmdao1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1304376067&amp;amp;Signature=Itcx6TI3lzew0Ap2aNmJAgSA1K4%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dallas Green&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961376983639931042-3944463828202295596?l=primary-colours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/feeds/3944463828202295596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweetest-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961376983639931042/posts/default/3944463828202295596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961376983639931042/posts/default/3944463828202295596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweetest-hands.html' title='The sweetest hands'/><author><name>AST A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13901110676077155781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zy_6NE0upHw/Tb3c6NvUHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AFKmdP_qQp4/s220/227584_10150161273548862_703458861_6850554_59335_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3G4HaTGKSU/TduKuKoLI5I/AAAAAAAAACE/JeZ5Xp48zrs/s72-c/DDDD.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961376983639931042.post-4066571390692465180</id><published>2011-05-02T01:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:11:18.609+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal lyrics'/><title type='text'>Chase my light..</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Can i have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wish I’ve  done better than what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But please  know that Im yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m almost lost in  my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and hope that you’ll consider to let  me make it up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your the myth I’ve always  believed in&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Give me the chance to make it real&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You may not had me at hello&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But  I’m mising you so much&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Come to me, stay with  me so the sun can rise for the both of us&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I  know that I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I’m not  playing you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It’s too much pain to store&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in my messed up head and treared up heart&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’ll never go back to who I was&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Look  at me. I’m not the girl I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I’m  even better with you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let no of my  mistakes do us part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If only all these weren’t a  lie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961376983639931042-4066571390692465180?l=primary-colours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/feeds/4066571390692465180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/2011/05/chase-my-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961376983639931042/posts/default/4066571390692465180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961376983639931042/posts/default/4066571390692465180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primary-colours.blogspot.com/2011/05/chase-my-light.html' title='Chase my light..'/><author><name>AST A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13901110676077155781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zy_6NE0upHw/Tb3c6NvUHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AFKmdP_qQp4/s220/227584_10150161273548862_703458861_6850554_59335_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
