<?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-30895216</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:33:29.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace&amp;love&amp;theRest</title><subtitle type='html'>A truly inspiring blog (or not) that speak into your heart ( i usaly aim for the brain but i couldn't hit building with a small stone , how can i hit a brain? ) and makes you think about life ( or lunch ) and all that jazz!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://season-of-mists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30895216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-mists.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02216092258837976974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5431/3321/200/DSC_1545.0.jpg'/></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-30895216.post-115274775187491877</id><published>2006-07-13T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:42:31.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problably the worst to see in msn . Should i send or not send an "im"(istant message) , or  she is having dinner , or in the bath , or just plainigly fucking ignoring me?!&lt;br /&gt;so i decide to call her . Gess what ? all i can hear is that infernal BUSY sign !!&lt;br /&gt;that gives me the time to calm down  , have dinner   and watch a litle T.V. .&lt;br /&gt;Just when im going to bed the phone rings . It's her , mad at be because im "busy" for almost two hours and she as more to do than waiting for me!&lt;br /&gt;then in furios rage , hangs up on me !&lt;br /&gt;the next day i appologise and explain the situation to her but she doesnt seems to care .&lt;br /&gt;so ...&lt;br /&gt;concluding down with POP music &amp;amp; BUSY sings (except in the john's ) :-)!&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/30895216-115274775187491877?l=season-of-mists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30895216/posts/default/115274775187491877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30895216/posts/default/115274775187491877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-mists.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115274775187491877' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02216092258837976974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5431/3321/200/DSC_1545.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30895216.post-115250147000689173</id><published>2006-07-10T04:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:17:50.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Born to write not to publish . Can't remember who told me that  but i'll prove then wrong , yeah !&lt;br /&gt;well , begining this particular post i must say that is my first so im sorry if it doesn't come out right .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My every day quest/mission/torture to find a radio station on my alarm clock that by 7:00 is playing very bad music . Yesterday i woke up to the sound of a portuguese version of "you have a bad day" by that daniel whatever guy , for some seconds ( and i mean about a 30 ) i thought i had been kidnaped and shipped to kuwait, malasia&lt;br /&gt;or burundi ! &lt;br /&gt;Even the stations that claim to be more rock by that time are always playing some pop song . My teory is that or the record comp. bought 7:00 making their own air time on all portuguese radios or there is some funky juju going on !&lt;br /&gt;Heed my words!something is taking 7:00 by asssault  .&lt;br /&gt;times of pop music are returning!&lt;br /&gt;buuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt; &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/30895216-115250147000689173?l=season-of-mists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30895216/posts/default/115250147000689173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30895216/posts/default/115250147000689173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://season-of-mists.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115250147000689173' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02216092258837976974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5431/3321/200/DSC_1545.0.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
