<?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-4295029700574088650</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:57:27.055Z</updated><title type='text'>Quelqu'un m'a dit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelqun-madit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295029700574088650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelqun-madit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597553451296667574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ljQABI--4g/Sicen8037QI/AAAAAAAAACI/iFvGo5qv3U0/S220/DSi-2.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-4295029700574088650.post-956035463340587171</id><published>2009-06-04T18:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:10:00.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ljQABI--4g/SigqCky6GyI/AAAAAAAAACs/yws-ZNVEwBM/s1600-h/Sans+titre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343567181600398114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ljQABI--4g/SigqCky6GyI/AAAAAAAAACs/yws-ZNVEwBM/s200/Sans+titre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On grandi en se basant sur tout uns tas de règles.. Faire des études supérieures, avoir un travail qu'on aime et qui puisse nous apporter entière satisfaction, se marier, fonder une famille.. Bref toutes ces choses qui nous permetterait d'être heureux. Alors on contourne tous (ou presque) les obstacles qui se dressent devant nous et ainsi on suit notre chemin. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Puis un jour on se sent perdu, sans trop savoir où aller, si ce que l'on fait est bien. On trébuche sur des obstacles invisibles que l'on créé souvent soi-même et on se dévit de la route qu'on avait tracé; par manque d'ambition, parce qu'on s'est habitués à ce qu'on a acquis, ou bien parce que ces règles ne nous conviennent pas (plus).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C'est-on jamais arrêté pour nous demander ce qu'on voulais réellement?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peu importe si on ne suit pas ces règles. Peu importe si on prend un chemin différent de celui des autres. Peu importe si on atteint à 20, 30 ou 40 ans son objectif, l'important s'est d'y arriver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295029700574088650-956035463340587171?l=quelqun-madit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295029700574088650/posts/default/956035463340587171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295029700574088650/posts/default/956035463340587171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelqun-madit.blogspot.com/2009/06/perdue.html' title='Perdue'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597553451296667574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ljQABI--4g/Sicen8037QI/AAAAAAAAACI/iFvGo5qv3U0/S220/DSi-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ljQABI--4g/SigqCky6GyI/AAAAAAAAACs/yws-ZNVEwBM/s72-c/Sans+titre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295029700574088650.post-3846179602384288634</id><published>2009-06-02T17:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:07:29.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ljQABI--4g/SiWAP0p5IHI/AAAAAAAAABA/nu2jQPa1Wto/s1600-h/972250234%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342817542265708658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ljQABI--4g/SiWAP0p5IHI/AAAAAAAAABA/nu2jQPa1Wto/s200/972250234%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's love? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone that you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find it? Try to Forget your head and listen to your heart.I'm not hearing any heart.Run the risk and if you get hurt, you'll come back, because the truth is there and is no sense living your life without this. well you haven't lived a life at all, You have to try. if you haven't tried, you haven't lived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, i come for you and i want you to stay, i can't let you go. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes, you're the best of me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295029700574088650-3846179602384288634?l=quelqun-madit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295029700574088650/posts/default/3846179602384288634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295029700574088650/posts/default/3846179602384288634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelqun-madit.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-is.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597553451296667574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ljQABI--4g/Sicen8037QI/AAAAAAAAACI/iFvGo5qv3U0/S220/DSi-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ljQABI--4g/SiWAP0p5IHI/AAAAAAAAABA/nu2jQPa1Wto/s72-c/972250234%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
