<?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-4841120306137590939</id><updated>2011-08-02T11:12:42.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Words From Her Mouth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SOPHIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350148183737643380</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841120306137590939.post-8067111728435685654</id><published>2010-10-27T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:12:06.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So pretty sure I haven't blogged in what feels like a couple of milleniums, so here I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So much has changed since I last wrote... Not only have I finished school, but it's almost been a year since I did so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I've really got nothing to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been working at all, I started to do a fulltime dancing course... but I realised it wasn't what I wanted to do, so I dropped out. I feel unaccomplished but hopefully next year I can get back on track and change that! So this year I've really been focusing on my friendships, and who's important to me, who I can trust etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really wanted to tell you in this blog was, I found someone. And he is, for lack of a better word, perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to keep this boy around, he might leave me like all the others. But honestly, I am trying so hard to treat him the way he deserves, because lord knows I need him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I'd believe in love again after everything I went through, but he proved me wrong, and I am so glad he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841120306137590939-8067111728435685654?l=afeministdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/feeds/8067111728435685654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/8067111728435685654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/8067111728435685654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-era.html' title='A New Era'/><author><name>SOPHIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350148183737643380</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-4841120306137590939.post-7324305351296447539</id><published>2009-06-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:34:40.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm no superhero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;But when love becomes a war, I'll be your soldier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;If the world decided to speed up time,&lt;br /&gt;I'd stop the clock only so I could see your smile for a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;And even if I don't drown, your eyes will do the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;The warmth of your heart could set even hell on fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Long enough to leave only heaven for us to ascend to when we're merely memories.&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;To be for you, is to be forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;To be in love, is to be eternally yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841120306137590939-7324305351296447539?l=afeministdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/feeds/7324305351296447539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2009/06/everlasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/7324305351296447539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/7324305351296447539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2009/06/everlasting.html' title='Everlasting'/><author><name>SOPHIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350148183737643380</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-4841120306137590939.post-4968576513981901019</id><published>2009-06-16T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:57:40.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IySLdfgiYz0/SjhM6sqOHZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Flmuxk5m-Lk/s1600-h/pcd-ballet-bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348109128806833554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IySLdfgiYz0/SjhM6sqOHZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Flmuxk5m-Lk/s320/pcd-ballet-bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt; I've decided I want to be a Pussycat Doll.&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;Speaking the obvious here, needless to say, they are hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like I could fill the shoes (which are amazing, might I add) of the girl second from the right, because she is a red head like myself.&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;I'm not all that religious, but if God could just sweep down while I'm sleeping tonight, tap me on the head and say 'Let there be a Pussycat Doll!'...&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;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That would just be fantastic.&lt;/span&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/4841120306137590939-4968576513981901019?l=afeministdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/feeds/4968576513981901019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2009/06/fame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/4968576513981901019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/4968576513981901019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2009/06/fame.html' title='Fame'/><author><name>SOPHIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350148183737643380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IySLdfgiYz0/SjhM6sqOHZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Flmuxk5m-Lk/s72-c/pcd-ballet-bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841120306137590939.post-5461665169964810789</id><published>2009-06-16T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:47:46.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, this morning I woke up after having a pretty ridiculous fight with someone inportant to me last night... And I have decided to talk about my feelings more openly than I used to.&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;Generally when something is wrong with me, I don't like to talk about it. I just mope and get pissed off at people for no real reason, and take it out on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;People close to me always ask what's bothering me and I just don't want to tell them, which in turn makes them angry as well. Eventually this whole process turns into this big whirlpool of bad emotions that it erupts arguments all around me.&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;Hence, I have come to the conclusion that miscommuniation is the cause of most of my arguments.&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;I need to let people know when I am upset, so they can take that into consideration, and either try and cheer me up or leave me alone. If I don't tell them and they keep talking and hacking at me, then of course I'm going to get angry; so that's my own fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why I think people don't understand me, but I know there's one boy who does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;So when I fight with him, it's like no one cares about me, like I'm worthless, weak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not asking him to change, we just need to work through the rough patches sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you remember anything my blog tells you, remember this:&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;Our weaknesses are the key to finding our strengths.&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;My partner is my weakness and my strength. So all in all, he's basically my life.We have our downs (very rarely, but they happen) but soon enough we're flying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not that I ever &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to fight, I just feel like we understand each other better sometimes when we do.&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;I just hope he sticks around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841120306137590939-5461665169964810789?l=afeministdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/feeds/5461665169964810789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-this-morning-i-woke-up-after-having.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/5461665169964810789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/5461665169964810789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-this-morning-i-woke-up-after-having.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>SOPHIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350148183737643380</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-4841120306137590939.post-7516473510169874579</id><published>2009-06-16T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:46:55.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I used to watch birds fly, I imagined being one, putting myself in it's body. I'd be able to soar over suburbian, rural and city, and know that I could land where ever I wanted. That feeling, once it found me, never left me. Ever since then, I'd been looking for something that ignited that feeling inside of me, like I was invincible, a beautiful wonder of the sky. All I wanted was that freedom, that beauty; to be able to fly.&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;And now, when his lips touch mine, I get that feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841120306137590939-7516473510169874579?l=afeministdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/feeds/7516473510169874579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2009/06/flight_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/7516473510169874579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/7516473510169874579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2009/06/flight_16.html' title='Flight'/><author><name>SOPHIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350148183737643380</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-4841120306137590939.post-7914367185812647311</id><published>2009-06-15T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:25:34.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I've decided to start a blog. It's because I feel like there's a lot of things I could ramble about that I don't actually have the energy to get up on my soap box for. So until I develop the courage to speak out my deepest, darkest beliefs, on some high rated TV show (likely), this will do me just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at a stage in my life where just about everything is at the peak of complication. School, family, friends, relationships. I'm about to transition into the hardest phase of my life; independence. After I graduate from high school and find myself living as an adult, the cold harsh reality of being on my own is going to seep down into me... No teachers correcting my mistakes, no friends punishing me for bad decisions, no parents paying my debts. It'll just be me, myself and I... And that scares the hell out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally my head is a big balloon of thoughts right now, waiting to burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only am I at a point absolute fear for my future, but every aspect of my life seems to be lowering me to a point of immense vulnerability. Let me elaborate:&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;1. There's the pressure of what I'm going to do next year - Work, Defer, Uni? I'm still in a limbo as to what to do. We had a careers class in year 10, which everyone thought was just a joke. Back then we thought that it was way too early to be considering career paths and tertiary options - but boy I wish I'd listened. I was born a performer - I sing, dance and act. However lately I've lessened my liking towards dancing, and my interest in singing and especially acting have increased. Next year I'm hoping to defer for a year, mainly working full-time to scrape up some mula. After that, in 2011 I'm hoping to look into drama courses at university or jumping straight into company work. This is all rough sketches though, as by then I could want something entirely different for myself. Wherever the wind blows me, I guess.&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;2. My boyfriend. I know, I find it incredbile too that someone can actually put up with me, but that's not what I mean. I've found someone who can break me down and figure me out to a T, knows when I want to be left alone and knows when something is wrong. I could be with him in complete silence for accumulative amounts of time and feel like our eyes could say all we needed to. Sure I have issues with trust and with compassion towards other people, but he's broken down that 'Great Wall of Sophie' that most people can't quite push the foundations of. The fact that he knows me so well  stirs emotions in me me on two different levels. The first is the fear that I'm going to get hurt. He's convinced me it won't happen, but once you've got what you want, that's when you have something to lose. The other is the happiness that I can trust someone so much to let them in and open up to them. The composure I have in myself when he's around is second to none, and so I'm essentially hooked on the rush his presence brings me. All in all, I'd have to pretty lucky to fall in love. He just made it that much easier.&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;3. Friendships. They serve a whole new purpose when you get to this age. I have to say, though, high school has been a driving force in alerting me of the stages of friendship. In grade 8, you basically just want bodies to sit with so you don't look like a massive loner/geek/nerd. Grade 9, the 'bitch year', you need those people there to fight with, just 'cause you can. Grade 10, everyone's pretty mellow and relaxed, just trying to bludge and cruise as much as they can before they hit senior school. Then bam, grade 11. Much like grade 9, everyone's a bit war-like with each other, projecting stress from schoolwork (from the much anticipated jump from grade 10) onto their friends. That finally hits my situation. Grade 12. I can be quite an observant person, and over the past 6ish months, I've come to realise that grade 12 is a big mush of every grade put together. Perhaps this is because people are just really messed up? Or maybe it's due to the fact that we are months from graudating, and we're just trying to savour every little moment of each grade into the one year. I have to say from experience that my friends have had highs, lows and even extreme lows, but still I'm greatful for every single experience. Now that we've lost some, gained some and just downright pulled each other's hair out, it's almost (I repeat, almost) complete bliss to be around them.&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;So yes... This new independency thing is going to be a wild ride into the darkness, but I guess the unknown aspect of it makes it all that much more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares just yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's my first day of official holidays after the longest term two in my schooling history.&lt;br /&gt;So in the new spirit of independence, I'm going to do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Which, for the record, will be to sleep as much as I watch the OC (which is alot, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love xxx&lt;/span&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/4841120306137590939-7914367185812647311?l=afeministdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/feeds/7914367185812647311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2009/06/birth_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/7914367185812647311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841120306137590939/posts/default/7914367185812647311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeministdream.blogspot.com/2009/06/birth_15.html' title='Birth'/><author><name>SOPHIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350148183737643380</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></feed>
