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	    <title>A (pretty odd) Rock 'n' roll fantasy.</title>
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	    <issued>2009-07-10T16:18:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-07-10T16:18:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-07-10T16:18:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: medium;">I noticed in the weeks before the "big Panic news" recently, that Ryan Ross is posting "The Kinks"&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>sabinad</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;I noticed in the weeks before the &quot;big Panic news&quot; recently, that Ryan Ross is posting &quot;The Kinks&quot; songs on Twitter... By that time I just thought, wow we have the same taste in music, but now it could be interpreted as a hint at &quot;forthcoming occurences&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just read the lyrics to this The Kinks song (&quot;A Rock 'N' Roll Fantasy&quot;):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hello you, hello me, hello people we used to be &lt;br /&gt; Isn't it strange, we never changed &lt;br /&gt; We've been through it all yet we're still the same &lt;br /&gt; And I know it's a miracle, we still go, and for all we know &lt;br /&gt; We might still have a way to go &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Hello me, hello you, you say you want out &lt;br /&gt; Want to start anew, throw in your hand &lt;br /&gt; Break up the band, start a new life, be a new man &lt;br /&gt; But for all we know, we might still have a way to go &lt;br /&gt; Before you go, there's something you ought to know &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; There's a guy in my block, he lives for rock &lt;br /&gt; He plays records day and night &lt;br /&gt; And when he feels down, he puts some rock 'n' roll on &lt;br /&gt; And it makes him feel alright &lt;br /&gt; And when he feels the world is closing in &lt;br /&gt; He turns his stereo way up high &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; He just spends his life, living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy &lt;br /&gt; He just spends his life, living on the edge of reality &lt;br /&gt; He just spends his life, in a rock 'n' roll fantasy &lt;br /&gt; He just spends his life, living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy &lt;br /&gt; He just spends his life, living on the edge of reality &lt;br /&gt; He just spends his life, in a rock 'n' roll fantasy &lt;br /&gt; He just spends his life, livingt in a rock 'n' roll fantasy &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Look at me, look at you &lt;br /&gt; You say you've got nothing left to prove &lt;br /&gt; The King is dead, rock is done &lt;br /&gt; You might be through but I've just begun &lt;br /&gt; I don't know, I feel free and I won't let go &lt;br /&gt; Before you go, there's something you ought to know &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Dan is a fan and he lives for our music &lt;br /&gt; It's the only thing that gets him by &lt;br /&gt; He's watched us grow and he's seen all our shows &lt;br /&gt; He's seen us low and he's seen us high &lt;br /&gt; Oh, but you and me keep thinking &lt;br /&gt; That the world's just passing us by &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Dont' want to spend my life, living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy &lt;br /&gt; Don't want to spend my life living on the edge of reality &lt;br /&gt; Don't want to waste my life, hiding away anymore &lt;br /&gt; Don't want to spend my life, living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Now that's.... pretty odd, isn't it? But anyway, Mr. Ross has a great taste in music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>Every word gets you a step closer to hell.</title>
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	    <issued>2009-07-08T17:52:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-07-08T17:52:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-07-08T17:52:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p>Monday, july 6th. Late afternoon. I was heading to the super market, just putting on my shoes and talking to&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>sabinad</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;Monday, july 6th. Late afternoon. I was heading to the super market, just putting on my shoes and talking to my mom about what to buy, and suddenly my little sister runs out of her room just telling me: &quot;Hey...Ryan is leaving the band. It was just on Twitter&quot; ...I only responded: &quot;OK, now I'm gonna have an accident&quot; laughed and left. Honestly, I didn't believe her. At all. But I drove around in my car for about an hour thinking about what consequences &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; would have for me if it was true.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Back home my sister showed me the tweet. I can't recall my thoughts in that moment now... total blackout... all I remember is, I typed &quot;Beatles&quot; into the iTunes searchbar.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I didn't sleep that night, listened to The Kinks, searched for more information, and finally somehow ended up listening to The Doors on my ipod. &lt;em&gt;This is the end, beautiful friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now that I'm writing this, I feel better...almost over it all. There's still some disbelief. I feel like a mother who cast out her beloved children, because they disappointed her. Picture that.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Please leave a comment, if you feel like it. I'm also sharing &quot;thoughts&quot; on this topic on Twitter, which kinda helped me sort my mind in the last few days. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.twitter.com/sabina_d_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
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