<?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-2838696520153619530</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:45:48.643+02:00</updated><category term='art-student'/><category term='People'/><category term='Story'/><category term='The Netherlands'/><title type='text'>Floris van de Sande</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florisvandesande.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838696520153619530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florisvandesande.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Engeland Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194863641239341169</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838696520153619530.post-8699199756079273118</id><published>2010-06-06T13:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T13:15:09.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Should Already Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 1.25em; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What’s important today won’t matter tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah, so you got a problem. Sleep on it, sunshine. Put it off. Most problems can be safely ignored. You’ll be amazed how often they sort themselves out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 1.25em; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everybody else is furiously improvising, so you can too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Show me an expert and I’ll show you a charlatan. FAKE IT ‘TIL YOU MAKE IT, amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 1.25em; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nobody thinks about you as much as you think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Really. They don’t. For example, I’m not thinking about you now. But I bet you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 1.25em; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It’s OK to piss people off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But if you’re pissing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, it’s time to stop being a dick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 1.25em; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aspiration is for suckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(arf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 1.25em; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nobody tells all the truth, all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So lower your expectations of people. When put in a spot, people fib. It doesn’t mean we don’t love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 1.25em; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life doesn’t get better – only your perception of life improves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 1.25em; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your family comes first, but not to the detriment of everything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You want to go out with the girls? Tell your husband to make his own dinner. And gents, you don’t need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for that once-a-year trip to Vegas, you just need to communicate it properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 1.25em; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You’re wrong as often as you’re right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So don’t dwell on either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 1.25em; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Men should never wear wigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838696520153619530-8699199756079273118?l=florisvandesande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florisvandesande.blogspot.com/feeds/8699199756079273118/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838696520153619530&amp;postID=8699199756079273118' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838696520153619530/posts/default/8699199756079273118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838696520153619530/posts/default/8699199756079273118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florisvandesande.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-you-should-already-know.html' title='Things You Should Already Know'/><author><name>Engeland Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194863641239341169</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-2838696520153619530.post-3257838796185992001</id><published>2008-06-12T22:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:31:47.677+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Netherlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>The Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;“We’ll still be friends??”, is what he asked her.&lt;br/&gt;“Of course!”, is what she said.&lt;br/&gt;“Okay..”, was all he could say, being glad for that and sad for how she felt.&lt;br/&gt;“Wanna come in??” she asked.&lt;br/&gt;“Okay..” he said, confused as he was.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“I feel like hell, I’m happy and sad. The clouds are gone, but the feeling is still there. I love her, so why am I happy??”&lt;br/&gt;“I don’t get it, last night everything was so different...I held her all night, lay next to her, kissed her....Why, what happened, why did it, why did I ??” is what he couldn’t stop thinking.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Wanna drink something??” is what she asked.&lt;br/&gt;“No, can I get you something??” he asked.&lt;br/&gt;She shakes her head.&lt;br/&gt;“I’m confused” he said&lt;br/&gt;“Why is that??” she asked&lt;br/&gt;“I don’t know what to say, how to say it, what to tell...I’m sad and happy and still confused.”he said&lt;br/&gt;“About what??” she asked&lt;br/&gt;“About what happened, how you feel, how I feel.” he said, “about that night” he taught.&lt;br/&gt;“Well it’s strange, you loving me and me not loving you, but I still wanna be friends.” she said&lt;br/&gt;“I’m glad you want to, cause also losing you like that...it would make it even worse.” he said&lt;br/&gt;“Don’t worry” she said “That won’t happen”&lt;br/&gt;“I’m glad” he said&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“But what about that night??...Was that nothing to her, didn’t she care?? I wanna know...”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Shall I wash the dishes??” he asked, seeing her kitchen.&lt;br/&gt;“No you don’t have to, I’ll do that later” she said&lt;br/&gt;“But I wanna help” he said “I wanna do something, can’t just sit around here and do nothing” he taught&lt;br/&gt;“No need...let’s take a look at the photo’s you made” she said&lt;br/&gt;“Okay, let’s do that” he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838696520153619530-3257838796185992001?l=florisvandesande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florisvandesande.blogspot.com/feeds/3257838796185992001/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838696520153619530&amp;postID=3257838796185992001' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838696520153619530/posts/default/3257838796185992001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838696520153619530/posts/default/3257838796185992001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florisvandesande.blogspot.com/2008/06/girl.html' title='The Girl'/><author><name>Engeland Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194863641239341169</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-2838696520153619530.post-8208228178435676223</id><published>2008-06-12T22:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:30:03.541+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art-student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Netherlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Merel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Travelling&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The first day of a new year on a new school is a nice time to meet new people, get to know them and start new friendships. That’s the day I met her, I believe. &lt;br/&gt;She was sitting at the table next to me, working her butt off. Trying to find ways to perform the best she could on this first day. Me, I was sitting and observing this girl, doing nothing else but that.  &lt;br/&gt;I observed her until I knew what to do, and when I knew I did it. I started to make this fragile food everlasting. I jumped of my chair, nearly fell, and started looking for a place to work. This was a light table, just behind you. I started working and you noticed. Now you were the one observing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We talked for a while and got to know each other. Friends we would become later. &lt;br/&gt;Everything went fine and we went to Berlin. You were at my place the day before and it felt normal and familiar, it felt like I knew you for ages. The next day, while you were sleeping, the world was rushing by. When you woke up, time had passed and we were closer to Berlin. The place which we tried to discover as well as a different path. &lt;br/&gt;But we got seperated by an invisible barrier between the two of us. &lt;br/&gt;I had lost you the day we came to this place. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This city gives me different feelings and the city shows us these feelings. &lt;br/&gt;Once there were many, now there are none. Once we were friends, now I don’t know. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I met a new girl. Her name is Merel. She is an art-student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838696520153619530-8208228178435676223?l=florisvandesande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florisvandesande.blogspot.com/feeds/8208228178435676223/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838696520153619530&amp;postID=8208228178435676223' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838696520153619530/posts/default/8208228178435676223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838696520153619530/posts/default/8208228178435676223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florisvandesande.blogspot.com/2008/06/merel.html' title='Merel'/><author><name>Engeland Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194863641239341169</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-2838696520153619530.post-6679657484787382488</id><published>2008-06-12T22:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:27:17.899+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Netherlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Artemis Polonyi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;On the train, &lt;br/&gt;There was a coupé, &lt;br/&gt;Almost empty, &lt;br/&gt;Just one Person sitting there.&lt;br/&gt;I got in, sat down, &lt;br/&gt;And heard her say something, &lt;br/&gt;It sounded french&lt;br/&gt;I wanted to answer, but did it in english&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She asked what I had&lt;br/&gt;been doing or was planning to&lt;br/&gt;with all the gear in my backpack&lt;br/&gt;I told her, it was for a project&lt;br/&gt;with a girl, nightportrets&lt;br/&gt;But she ended up being sick&lt;br/&gt;and so, I went back home&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;our conversation continued,&lt;br/&gt;going on and on&lt;br/&gt;it was a good and nice converse&lt;br/&gt;But then we heard a jingle,&lt;br/&gt;“Binnen een paar minuten zullen&lt;br/&gt;wij arriveren op Den Haag CS”&lt;br/&gt;I looked up and on my watch&lt;br/&gt;It was midnight already&lt;br/&gt;and I had missed my stop&lt;br/&gt;and five others...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now I’m stuck here in Den Haag&lt;br/&gt;With Artemis,&lt;br/&gt;The girl kindly enough&lt;br/&gt;to let me stay for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838696520153619530-6679657484787382488?l=florisvandesande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florisvandesande.blogspot.com/feeds/6679657484787382488/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838696520153619530&amp;postID=6679657484787382488' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838696520153619530/posts/default/6679657484787382488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838696520153619530/posts/default/6679657484787382488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florisvandesande.blogspot.com/2008/06/artemis-polonyi.html' title='Artemis Polonyi'/><author><name>Engeland Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194863641239341169</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-2838696520153619530.post-5057813906915323729</id><published>2008-03-09T13:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:04:49.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;If it didn't hurt It wasn't real&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you didn't cry You didn't feel&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you didn't bleed You didn't reveal&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love makes dying easy Only if it's real&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love Hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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