<?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-2227852344168727552</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:36:23.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>it's me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08054259031513019437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yxd2x-anJs/SzLkaz3UNYI/AAAAAAAAAic/vn88bm6-BLk/S220/IMG_7457a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227852344168727552.post-3332455874238172356</id><published>2008-02-18T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:08:35.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance freak</title><content type='html'>i used to be the dance freak everyone talks about. but where are the people whom i used to dance with? did i abandon them or did they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227852344168727552-3332455874238172356?l=mystorygoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/3332455874238172356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2227852344168727552&amp;postID=3332455874238172356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/3332455874238172356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/3332455874238172356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/2008/02/dance-freak.html' title='dance freak'/><author><name>it's me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08054259031513019437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yxd2x-anJs/SzLkaz3UNYI/AAAAAAAAAic/vn88bm6-BLk/S220/IMG_7457a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227852344168727552.post-7304310803997154126</id><published>2007-11-21T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:19:33.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rain may be falling and lightning fills the sky&lt;br /&gt;But the sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;God is on my side&lt;br /&gt;The wind may blow around me and thunder may go boom&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are disappearing&lt;br /&gt;Your light is shining through&lt;br /&gt;Never give up ‘cause He's always there&lt;br /&gt;Never give up anytime, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Never give up ‘cause He's always there&lt;br /&gt;Remember God is always by your side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08054259031513019437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yxd2x-anJs/SzLkaz3UNYI/AAAAAAAAAic/vn88bm6-BLk/S220/IMG_7457a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227852344168727552.post-6457635886164358038</id><published>2007-11-12T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:38:12.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelieveable</title><content type='html'>i can't believe i have not gotten over you. it's again that feeling as i look at our photos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227852344168727552-6457635886164358038?l=mystorygoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yxd2x-anJs/SzLkaz3UNYI/AAAAAAAAAic/vn88bm6-BLk/S220/IMG_7457a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227852344168727552.post-5478533263635417934</id><published>2007-11-08T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:13:39.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new song is on it's way. a new story too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227852344168727552-5478533263635417934?l=mystorygoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/5478533263635417934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2227852344168727552&amp;postID=5478533263635417934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/5478533263635417934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/5478533263635417934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-song-is-on-its-way.html' title=''/><author><name>it's me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08054259031513019437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yxd2x-anJs/SzLkaz3UNYI/AAAAAAAAAic/vn88bm6-BLk/S220/IMG_7457a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227852344168727552.post-8478422487050939507</id><published>2007-11-08T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:13:11.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess dust has been collecting over here for quite long already. i shall blow them away with this post. many stuff have been going through my life and the dream of mine. well, i did ask for God to show me if what i was doing was correct. then came the brochures of dance shows and performance on my table. i've not idea who placed it and no one said anything about putting it on my table. maybe, it was God sent. next was the magazine about dancers life. and books and shows. i ignored it and thought is was probably qiao he. then came the TV show, shall we dance. shall we MR CLARK? hmmm, he did. should i? got me thinking there. next it was the e-mail asking me to join the dance i wanted to join so long last time. the dawning dance. just said a yes to it.  next it was the videos that came on youtube after watching a music video of ashley tisdale. too many signs of dance. should i? can God just give me one more sign to confirm? but he gave, would i listen to it? or am i too stubborn by my will?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08054259031513019437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yxd2x-anJs/SzLkaz3UNYI/AAAAAAAAAic/vn88bm6-BLk/S220/IMG_7457a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227852344168727552.post-759599315041547103</id><published>2007-10-31T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:04:39.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow,</title><content type='html'>wow, can't believe she actually made such a big decision on her own. this little dame is gonna rely on her God to give her the strength from now onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227852344168727552-759599315041547103?l=mystorygoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yxd2x-anJs/SzLkaz3UNYI/AAAAAAAAAic/vn88bm6-BLk/S220/IMG_7457a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227852344168727552.post-5703736596508136296</id><published>2007-10-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T06:53:06.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>her dream.</title><content type='html'>oh no. is this even happening? how could it be? Was dancing really a gift from God? or was it just that I was thinking too much about it.dance. maybe i shoudl just give it up after that talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227852344168727552-5703736596508136296?l=mystorygoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/5703736596508136296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2227852344168727552&amp;postID=5703736596508136296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/5703736596508136296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/5703736596508136296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/2007/10/her-dream.html' title='her dream.'/><author><name>it's me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08054259031513019437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yxd2x-anJs/SzLkaz3UNYI/AAAAAAAAAic/vn88bm6-BLk/S220/IMG_7457a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227852344168727552.post-7410566376230646005</id><published>2007-10-16T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T06:16:32.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>story 1</title><content type='html'>Where should i even start? this little dame. her life was rough, but she knew what her purpose was, just that it was forgotten here and there. she had HIM, to go through life. She knew that was enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227852344168727552-7410566376230646005?l=mystorygoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/7410566376230646005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2227852344168727552&amp;postID=7410566376230646005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/7410566376230646005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/7410566376230646005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-1.html' title='story 1'/><author><name>it's me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08054259031513019437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yxd2x-anJs/SzLkaz3UNYI/AAAAAAAAAic/vn88bm6-BLk/S220/IMG_7457a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227852344168727552.post-6518743244828202152</id><published>2007-10-16T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T06:08:02.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my very own poem about you.</title><content type='html'>I had a dream, it was so familar&lt;br /&gt;so real, i could even breath your air.&lt;br /&gt;In the fastest gear,&lt;br /&gt;you drove like you didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have, shouldn't have, shouldn't have break that fragile glass,&lt;br /&gt;A triangle not a line, you forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn to dusk,&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meant what you mean,&lt;br /&gt;when you touched that wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a footprint dim,&lt;br /&gt;it was like in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have, shouldn't have, shouldn't have break that fragile glass,&lt;br /&gt;A triangle not a line, you forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn to dusk,&lt;br /&gt;No, it was not a dream.&lt;br /&gt;It was me beside you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227852344168727552-6518743244828202152?l=mystorygoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/6518743244828202152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2227852344168727552&amp;postID=6518743244828202152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/6518743244828202152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/6518743244828202152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-very-own-poem-about-you.html' title='my very own poem about you.'/><author><name>it's me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08054259031513019437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yxd2x-anJs/SzLkaz3UNYI/AAAAAAAAAic/vn88bm6-BLk/S220/IMG_7457a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227852344168727552.post-946645930906133435</id><published>2007-10-16T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:09:21.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is gonna be my life story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227852344168727552-946645930906133435?l=mystorygoeson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/feeds/946645930906133435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2227852344168727552&amp;postID=946645930906133435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/946645930906133435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227852344168727552/posts/default/946645930906133435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorygoeson.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-gonna-be-my-life-story.html' title=''/><author><name>it's 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