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  You know that feeling when you think everything is great, and you have everything to be glad, but you're really ignoring your heart?
 'Cause it's really heartbreaking.
 
&amp;lt;!-- End FreeOnlineUsers.com --&amp;gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~4/ndautH32E4c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2864670786557999683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496435883883742109&amp;postID=2864670786557999683&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/2864670786557999683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/2864670786557999683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~3/ndautH32E4c/placebo.html" title="placebo" /><author><name>Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05756188704377374667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TUSECDn_LtI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZdoK5th7uWY/s220/tumblr_l8g39mEoE31qzcso1o1_250.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/placebo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FRn89eSp7ImA9WhZWFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496435883883742109.post-1703459601272156043</id><published>2011-05-16T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:21:57.161-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-16T14:21:57.161-07:00</app:edited><title>Are you who you wanna be?</title><summary type="html">Imagine yourself 10 years ago. What were your expectations? How did you dreamed it will be?How you wished to be?Now look at you now.Is it everything you wished for?Are you who you wanna be?It's pretty strange how many of us became something we didn't wanted to be, or did something that we said we'll never do.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~4/1umSw3F7mJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1703459601272156043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496435883883742109&amp;postID=1703459601272156043&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/1703459601272156043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/1703459601272156043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~3/1umSw3F7mJQ/are-you-who-you-wanna-be.html" title="Are you who you wanna be?" /><author><name>Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05756188704377374667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TUSECDn_LtI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZdoK5th7uWY/s220/tumblr_l8g39mEoE31qzcso1o1_250.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/are-you-who-you-wanna-be.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIASH4zcCp7ImA9WhZQEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496435883883742109.post-6588404770540152789</id><published>2011-04-17T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:29:09.088-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-17T22:29:09.088-07:00</app:edited><title>Dream house</title><summary type="html">&amp;lt;!-- Start FreeOnlineUsers.com --&amp;gt; By Dumitru Alexandru -  facebook&amp;lt;!-- End FreeOnlineUsers.com --&amp;gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~4/eTyGW5W_zhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6588404770540152789/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496435883883742109&amp;postID=6588404770540152789&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/6588404770540152789?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/6588404770540152789?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~3/eTyGW5W_zhU/dream-house.html" title="Dream house" /><author><name>Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05756188704377374667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TUSECDn_LtI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZdoK5th7uWY/s220/tumblr_l8g39mEoE31qzcso1o1_250.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUd0vo1hJ00/TavMCS86UBI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Z1rFEKb_XMk/s72-c/piscina.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/dream-house.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMQnc8fyp7ImA9Wx9UEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496435883883742109.post-1176218819501354386</id><published>2011-02-08T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:01:23.977-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-08T19:01:23.977-08:00</app:edited><title>People always leave</title><summary type="html">&amp;lt;!-- Start FreeOnlineUsers.com --&amp;gt; And it's not because i'm a negativist person,or because i don't really believe in the part of "staying around", it's because it is a fact.And i don't think it's a sad thing. i think it's afoul,painful ...and is a really addiction to most of people. but in the end, it's okay. because there's more greatness to happen after every cliche that comes.So this is what &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~4/KEpiQollqGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1176218819501354386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496435883883742109&amp;postID=1176218819501354386&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/1176218819501354386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/1176218819501354386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~3/KEpiQollqGs/people-always-leave.html" title="People always leave" /><author><name>Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05756188704377374667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TUSECDn_LtI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZdoK5th7uWY/s220/tumblr_l8g39mEoE31qzcso1o1_250.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TVH9k6-qUxI/AAAAAAAAAxg/wWVgkewZVGU/s72-c/5105999100_e6243cbce7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/people-always-leave.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04DQn88eCp7ImA9Wx9VE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496435883883742109.post-7225557797982521029</id><published>2010-11-24T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:59:33.170-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T14:59:33.170-08:00</app:edited><title>Greatfull for</title><summary type="html">&amp;lt;!-- Start FreeOnlineUsers.com --&amp;gt;   (my wish list from a long time ago)  WISHES:travel the world   went only to Greecehaving a dog   his name is Chad, like Chad from Nickelback for unknowns receiving a flower  i received a beautiful bouquetgoing on an island   in Greecedipping    never happeneddedicate me a song   never happenedhaving my own bar   it's time for that :)travel with an airplane   i&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~4/4_aWXdSznjA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7225557797982521029/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496435883883742109&amp;postID=7225557797982521029&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/7225557797982521029?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/7225557797982521029?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~3/4_aWXdSznjA/greatfull-for.html" title="Greatfull for" /><author><name>Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05756188704377374667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TUSECDn_LtI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZdoK5th7uWY/s220/tumblr_l8g39mEoE31qzcso1o1_250.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/greatfull-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04AQXozfCp7ImA9Wx9VE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496435883883742109.post-875791299632866338</id><published>2010-11-14T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:59:00.484-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T14:59:00.484-08:00</app:edited><title>Change.Concentrate</title><summary type="html">&amp;lt;!-- Start FreeOnlineUsers.com --&amp;gt;   So you sit in your chair, thinking about what went wrong in your life. You're parents were yelling and wanted a divorce that never happened, but the yelling and all that crap were still there. your best friend's left you behind one by one, some steeping on yore footsteps some left with their souls, examples of life that are around you are bad, you didn't &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~4/ojyUy1h_hks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/feeds/875791299632866338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496435883883742109&amp;postID=875791299632866338&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/875791299632866338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/875791299632866338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~3/ojyUy1h_hks/changeconcentrate.html" title="Change.Concentrate" /><author><name>Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05756188704377374667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TUSECDn_LtI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZdoK5th7uWY/s220/tumblr_l8g39mEoE31qzcso1o1_250.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/changeconcentrate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICRHc_cSp7ImA9Wx9VE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496435883883742109.post-5616789884784297440</id><published>2010-11-04T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:52:45.949-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T14:52:45.949-08:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">"When you think you have it all, you find yourself all alone" &amp;lt;!-- End FreeOnlineUsers.com --&amp;gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~4/F_iZgrLQlWU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5616789884784297440/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496435883883742109&amp;postID=5616789884784297440&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/5616789884784297440?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/5616789884784297440?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~3/F_iZgrLQlWU/when-you-think-you-have-it-all-you-find.html" title="" /><author><name>Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05756188704377374667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TUSECDn_LtI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZdoK5th7uWY/s220/tumblr_l8g39mEoE31qzcso1o1_250.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-you-think-you-have-it-all-you-find.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ENQ30yeip7ImA9Wx9VE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496435883883742109.post-3923013261895477957</id><published>2010-11-02T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:54:52.392-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T14:54:52.392-08:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up things I’d rather never think about again. The split second before sleep is the most active second of my life.“Life is unfair. You put someone first who puts you second. You study your ass off for an exam only to get a B when you &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~4/hnaOKYIsI9Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3923013261895477957/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496435883883742109&amp;postID=3923013261895477957&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/3923013261895477957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/3923013261895477957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~3/hnaOKYIsI9Y/room-is-so-silent-but-my-mind-is-so.html" title="" /><author><name>Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05756188704377374667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TUSECDn_LtI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZdoK5th7uWY/s220/tumblr_l8g39mEoE31qzcso1o1_250.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TNBCAYmmAwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/gwyIOymJB8s/s72-c/tumblr_l76sqoY6zD1qam1dro1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/room-is-so-silent-but-my-mind-is-so.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHSXgzeCp7ImA9Wx9VE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496435883883742109.post-9029588589861704155</id><published>2010-10-26T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:55:38.680-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T14:55:38.680-08:00</app:edited><title>Who says a broken heart is not all you needed?</title><summary type="html">&amp;lt;!-- Start FreeOnlineUsers.com --&amp;gt;A broken heart is all i needed for having everything now. People let you down, so you'll cry over it, or learn from it? I don't have the past to think about anymore or the future. All i have is now. I don't remember anything from my past,i don't remember bad memories or fake memories.  Life happens now, so i shall concentrate to make the best from it. I have &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~4/YHgn8zV2Lmc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9029588589861704155/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496435883883742109&amp;postID=9029588589861704155&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/9029588589861704155?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/9029588589861704155?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~3/YHgn8zV2Lmc/who-says-broken-heart-is-not-all-you.html" title="Who says a broken heart is not all you needed?" /><author><name>Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05756188704377374667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TUSECDn_LtI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZdoK5th7uWY/s220/tumblr_l8g39mEoE31qzcso1o1_250.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-says-broken-heart-is-not-all-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANQnw6eCp7ImA9Wx9VE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496435883883742109.post-233406890281931703</id><published>2010-08-16T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:56:33.210-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T14:56:33.210-08:00</app:edited><title>Somewhere on the road</title><summary type="html">&amp;lt;!-- Start FreeOnlineUsers.com --&amp;gt;           We all gather memories on the road, it only depends on us what we do with them. Everything happens with a reason, you just have to figure it out,see the bigger picture. On the road we have stops, forgetting who we are and where we belong,then we have to remember what do you loved and enjoyed the most and do it again, even if is silly because at that &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~4/79iVoVqMchc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/feeds/233406890281931703/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496435883883742109&amp;postID=233406890281931703&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/233406890281931703?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496435883883742109/posts/default/233406890281931703?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShadowProvesTheSunshine/~3/79iVoVqMchc/somewhere-on-road.html" title="Somewhere on the road" /><author><name>Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05756188704377374667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gpHt1trj9Q/TUSECDn_LtI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZdoK5th7uWY/s220/tumblr_l8g39mEoE31qzcso1o1_250.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://panoidlove.blogspot.com/2010/08/somewhere-on-road.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

