<?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-12571328</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:03:21.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen To My Pains.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12571328.post-112728705965659728</id><published>2005-09-21T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:17:39.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>another day. sigh. fight fight fight. tu jerlarh keje aku. abeh aper lagik nak buat? saper suroh tulis bende tu. namer &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;syamim&lt;/span&gt; plak tu ader. arh apape larh. kan sampai bebual melayu. ish. kay. sawan. today at sch. had chem and ss test. i have a feeling that i would pass my physics but confirm borderline larh. ss? hah. yer. i'll never pass. confirm. yeah. so life still sucks. and its lynn's birthday today. so yeah. happy birthday lynn. okay arh. nothing left to say. get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12571328-112728705965659728?l=u-feel-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/112728705965659728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/112728705965659728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/2005/09/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12571328.post-112704386224313446</id><published>2005-09-18T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:44:22.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WWWWAAAAAASSSSSUUUUPPPPP people!&lt;br /&gt;yer. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. i'm just so freaking bored. no one to go out with. just sitting here in front of the computer and rot. sigh. one whole day infront of the com. i also don't know what to do. u where know? yer. haven't even touch my homework. lazy arh. actually i'm supposed to be studying. but, ouh well. seriously. i'm bored. wanna go out with her. but she's puasa-ing. so how so how? up till next friday. ish. amek kau. sigh. kay arh. this is getting boring-er by the second so get lost! shoo! yer. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12571328-112704386224313446?l=u-feel-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/112704386224313446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/112704386224313446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/2005/09/wwwwaaaaaasssssuuuuppppp-people-yer.html' title=''/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12571328.post-112553948644818313</id><published>2005-09-01T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:51:26.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling: Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Tiger Lily - Matchbook Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna speak these words cause I don't wanna make things any worst. Damn my life's a peace of shit. I know you've started to hate me and the feeling we shared has been over months ago. But are you brave enough to admit it to my face? Nah you're just a coward. So keep it aight. Keep it forever and continue playing with my feelings aight. Maybe ria was right. Maybe I'm just stupid, very stupid to hold on. Sigh. Argh! Damn my heart hurts. Evryday I cry thinking of you. Evrynight I lay on my bed just thinking about the answer. Oh well. I think its better I get out of here and go do something else. Now get lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get me out of this empty apartment. someone? please. anyone? sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12571328-112553948644818313?l=u-feel-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/112553948644818313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/112553948644818313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/2005/09/feeling-go-figure_01.html' title=''/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12571328.post-112549210298789477</id><published>2005-08-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:41:58.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling: i don't know. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Friends Of The Enemy - No Use For A Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the repetition of a lonely life. sigh. aight. so i've decided to update. after a very long long period of time. yeah. life sucks. who dosen't agree. nah. i wouldn't really say life sucks. just that it's full of obstalces. yes. that's the phrase i've been looking for. hah. okay. my life, damn. it's really bad. no ups just downs. everyday i go to school with frowns. to ease my pain sometimes i go to town. sigh. i don't think i can take it no more. i'm not gonna say anything. but just keep my mouth shut. so go haunt me if u want answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its all about you. sigh. &lt;/3&lt;/3&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12571328-112549210298789477?l=u-feel-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/112549210298789477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/112549210298789477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/2005/08/feeling-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12571328.post-112532523030727132</id><published>2005-08-29T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:20:30.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i can say. Life's been shit and hell and its been going down and down.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's my life. Listen to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12571328-112532523030727132?l=u-feel-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/112532523030727132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/112532523030727132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/2005/08/fuck-thats-all-i-can-say.html' title=''/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12571328.post-111547646229566258</id><published>2005-05-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:35:02.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling:- Fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Listening to:- Sunshine by Lil Flip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes people. Everybody ain't perfect. Give them a chance to explain. Try to give in. But sometimes people just misuse the trust given by u. Sigh. Anyways. Fought with her just now. On msn. I do feel hurt when I said those things to her. We don't get along. I know. I'm trying my best to get along. But do u? Did u ever tried to get along with me? Maybe u did try. But u ain't trying ur best. That's for sure. I have always wished that u would tell me ur true feelings and not continue hiding them. I always wanted u to tell me the whole truth rather than for me to find out. The truth hurts. I know. I have to face it anyway. I can't just keep on running away. It won't solve anything. The problem between us is that. We do not solve our previous problems and we just sweep it under the rug. Then when we come across new obstacles. We would tend to bring out the past and previous pains. After that, we fight. Leaving the problems hanging. And the process continues. Sigh. Don't wanna talk about it no more. I just don't know what's gonna happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to be strong. Still looking for the old Fit. But looks like I ain't trying hard enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12571328-111547646229566258?l=u-feel-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/111547646229566258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/111547646229566258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/2005/05/feeling-fucked-up-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12571328.post-111529545036979392</id><published>2005-05-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T20:17:30.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling :- Emo.&lt;br /&gt;Listening :- All My Life - K-Ci &amp; Jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I pray for someone like u. Sigh. I do miss u nad. But looks like u've learnt to hate me. Well I can't do anthing. Sigh. I cherished every hug, I cherished every kiss. Ur the one that I would always miss. Sigh. Again!. Okay. Stop it. Well let me see. Woke up late. Bus came late. And I forgot to bring my Dnt folio. What a day. Mdm Marini was absent again. Free period. This time Nazir, my brother's friend, relieved the class. Saiful took my mp3 so Amirah decided to on the radio. We were listening to Perfect 10. Then Min went and changed it to Warna. Just because we were in malay class. -_- Heh. Then changed back to Perfect 10. It was Lonely No More by Rob Thomas. And for the first time I heard Nurul sang. Heh. Then we chatted. Then she took my phone. I took hers. Looked at her photos. Then she took my number by leaving a miss call on her phone. Okay. Fastforward. After school we had MT listening compre. Ms Cheong would not want to miss any remedials so she squeezed in between. Straight after school until 2.10. Min and I went in late cause we had to go to the gate to take my DnT folio. On the way back, saw Nad and Syireen going out. We passed by them and Syireen was hinting. She was talking loudly about strangers. I don't care aight. Then I went home. Went to the doctor for OBS check up. It was raining. But I had fun! Playing in the puddles! Heh. But the most shocking thing was my mum. She said I played with the puddles while she played with the umbrella. Haha. What a rare thing to come across. Heh. Okay. Got my english homework to do. Get out! Shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velvet Rose is trying its best to reunite.&lt;br /&gt;The group of friends are drifting far apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12571328-111529545036979392?l=u-feel-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/111529545036979392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/111529545036979392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/2005/05/feeling-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12571328.post-111520950573949691</id><published>2005-05-04T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T15:30:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember why&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it go away&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I've got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's screaming&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I've got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro]&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I've got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Untitled by Simple plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice song. Recommended by me. So all u bloghoppers. What u waiting for? Go download it. Heh. Okay. I know. I'm crazy. Yeah. Anyways, today Mdm Marini was absent. And part of me celebrates and the other just doesn't because if she's absent, we can have all the time to change after P.E and do our unfinished homeworks during her malay period but if she's absent we don't have sex education. Damn. Kinda like that sex education and please its definitely not about sex! Nad went home during recess and I was like wow. Gerek. Heh. Out of curiousity went and asked Dan what was the reason. He said it was her mum's birthday. I was like. HUH? What has she got to do with her mum's birthday? I mean like if u wanna go out, there's after school right? Why is it a must to go home during recess? I don't know. As long as she enjoys herself its ok with me. Yeap. And to Nad, wish ur mum happy birthday for me aight? Yar right. That's as if u are reading my blog. And the chances of u reading my blog would be 0.01%. Yeah. So far till this point of time, life still sucks. Sigh. Ria was feeling down too. Can sense and see it. Cause we're close. Very close. But why am I the only one that realises it? Why can't Shad see that? She's closer to u than me. I dont' know. I can't explain it. Anyways. Cheer up aight ria? I'm always here for u. It hurts me seeing u like this. That's all for today u bloghoppers. Wanna do my homework. See, my life is full of homeworks. Sigh. Now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;get lost! Shoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12571328-111520950573949691?l=u-feel-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/111520950573949691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/111520950573949691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/2005/05/verse-1-i-open-my-eyes-i-try-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12571328.post-111512407741755359</id><published>2005-05-03T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:41:17.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay fine! so now its all my fault. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe it. Now i'm the villain? Wtf?! Sigh. Try being in my shoes people. Try being in my shoes and see what u feel. For me I just wanna run away from everything and live alone far far away from any sufferrings or problems. Damn. I really can't believe it. Now everybody's against me? I ain't gonna care aight. I don't even want to. I have many other problems to look into. Sigh. I'm so fucked up and I have no one to lean to. Sigh. She was always there for me. Its not that I do not want to be with her but its the pain that I can't bear. We have been with each other for 10 months. I've been through alot with her. Just because of a mistake I did, u tortured me for so long. That's not the only thing. U put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blame on me. How would I feel. Sigh. I just wanna jump.  Life's really a nightmare. That's bout all I wanna say. Wanna do my homework. Get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought an Mp3 player on Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its for me to use and for u to stare at me using. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12571328-111512407741755359?l=u-feel-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/111512407741755359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/111512407741755359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay-fine-so-now-its-all-my-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12571328.post-111495931876496961</id><published>2005-05-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:55:18.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay.  So i've decided to use my blog again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i erased my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; yeah. to much memories to bear. well this was just what i wanted. nobody would wanna read my blog. heh. what am i talking? i'm going crazy. wanna crash. night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12571328-111495931876496961?l=u-feel-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/111495931876496961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12571328/posts/default/111495931876496961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-feel-me.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>The nigga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804493955239352177</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></entry></feed>
