<?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-3449472917846924193</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:13:26.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessional Syndrome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449472917846924193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16369755729043526320</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449472917846924193.post-4571118532298495678</id><published>2009-01-02T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:07:02.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year S!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't pick my Call.. i don't know what made you stop but you didn't change your mind even if tried many times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can stop thinking about you..it was already about 2am when i reached home last night after a long tiring journey and the first and last thought till i was trapped by Sleep was about you.It's been almost 3 nights since i last slept properly, but i just can't avoid you. I still look for reasons which have kept you away from me. I know how much hard i may try but you won't cease to come into my dreams. From the day i fell in Love with you, i have dreamt just of you. You are the only one i can sacrifice my whole life for. Yeah i have tried to forget you but could not. No New Year resolutions, its always the same with me. I have always wanted you. I have already shed my first tears of the new year.I have been making plans for our outing on the Eve of New Year even if i know you are not there and you won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental, yeah i have always been that.Even if i was among so many people for the last two days, your memories never ever strayed away from me for a single moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will always Love you S!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449472917846924193-4571118532298495678?l=beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com/feeds/4571118532298495678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449472917846924193&amp;postID=4571118532298495678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="fullpost"&gt;I see your face in my mind as I drive away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;'Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;People are people and sometimes we change our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;But it's killing me to see you go after all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Mmm...mmm...Mmm...mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Now I don't know what to be without you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;You're the only thing I know, like the back of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;And I can't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Breathe without you, but I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Breathe without you, but I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Every little bump in the road I try to swerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;People are people and sometimes it doesn't work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;It's 2am, feeling like I just lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;And it's 2am, feeling like I just lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Hope you know this ain't easy, easy for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;I can't breathe without you, but I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Breathe without you, but I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Sorry, sorry, sorry, yeah, sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Sorry, sorry, sorry....&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/3449472917846924193-3393052937856939956?l=beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com/feeds/3393052937856939956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449472917846924193&amp;postID=3393052937856939956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449472917846924193/posts/default/3393052937856939956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449472917846924193/posts/default/3393052937856939956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com/2009/01/breathe-i-see-your-face-in-my-mind-as-i.html' title='BREATHE'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16369755729043526320</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449472917846924193.post-2502906039598954055</id><published>2008-12-23T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:28:10.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You S!</title><content type='html'>Are You Lonesome Tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonesome tonight,&lt;br /&gt;do you miss me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sorry we drifted apart?&lt;br /&gt;Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day&lt;br /&gt;When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?&lt;br /&gt;Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?&lt;br /&gt;Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you're lonesome tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know someone said that the world's a stage&lt;br /&gt;And each must play a part.&lt;br /&gt;Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.&lt;br /&gt;Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance&lt;br /&gt;You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue&lt;br /&gt;Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange&lt;br /&gt;And why I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;Honey, you lied when you said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;And I had no cause to doubt you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather go on hearing your lies&lt;br /&gt;Than go on living without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449472917846924193-2502906039598954055?l=beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com/feeds/2502906039598954055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449472917846924193&amp;postID=2502906039598954055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449472917846924193/posts/default/2502906039598954055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449472917846924193/posts/default/2502906039598954055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you-s.html' title='I Miss You S!'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16369755729043526320</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449472917846924193.post-8776973809581923175</id><published>2008-12-22T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T04:59:23.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT THING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-92NYOwJKDk/SU-OhyG5K3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/q4n7Cx5239k/s1600-h/101_pics_32407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-92NYOwJKDk/SU-OhyG5K3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/q4n7Cx5239k/s320/101_pics_32407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282597598966393714" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I never thought that letting go would be something&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that something would mean onething&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that  the onething is my everything&lt;br /&gt;then my everything seems to be nothing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thank you for that onething&lt;br /&gt;That was previously my everything&lt;br /&gt;And now that i know I have nothing&lt;br /&gt;It led me to realizing something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That everything would mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;If that onething is missing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449472917846924193-8776973809581923175?l=beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com/feeds/8776973809581923175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449472917846924193&amp;postID=8776973809581923175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449472917846924193/posts/default/8776973809581923175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449472917846924193/posts/default/8776973809581923175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-thing.html' title='THAT THING'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16369755729043526320</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-92NYOwJKDk/SU-OhyG5K3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/q4n7Cx5239k/s72-c/101_pics_32407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449472917846924193.post-5086705819180035706</id><published>2008-12-19T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:13:57.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Over You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-92NYOwJKDk/SUtyurgwaII/AAAAAAAAAA0/Zkq0xXwRx2o/s1600-h/5812-its-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-92NYOwJKDk/SUtyurgwaII/AAAAAAAAAA0/Zkq0xXwRx2o/s320/5812-its-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281441134301702274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a few days&lt;br /&gt;I have not heard anything from you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if your doing fine or not&lt;br /&gt;But I cant stop thinking about you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if your thinking about me&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you have already forgotten me.&lt;br /&gt;I was wishing for a smile&lt;br /&gt;Although it's from a mile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am feeling different&lt;br /&gt;But I am feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whats going on&lt;br /&gt;With this feeling that been there for so long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I think I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;But im not sure if that is true&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to at least talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Not because i'm feeling blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't understand and I get confuse&lt;br /&gt;If the love inside,  is still with in me&lt;br /&gt;or If im over you and Im begining to find me&lt;br /&gt;im unsure if i feel blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess, I only need to see you&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps i can tell if this is true&lt;br /&gt;if The love with in me is there&lt;br /&gt;or the love with in me is dead&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449472917846924193-5086705819180035706?l=beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingrejuvenated.blogspot.com/feeds/5086705819180035706/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-92NYOwJKDk/SUtyurgwaII/AAAAAAAAAA0/Zkq0xXwRx2o/s72-c/5812-its-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449472917846924193.post-1169858995725583335</id><published>2008-12-09T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:47:47.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'I Don't Know Syndrome' having its toll over me!</title><content type='html'>She called me up to ask for schedule of Bus/trains/Flights for Shimla trip!&lt;br /&gt;No i am not a part of it..She was happy that she was going on a holiday to Shimla..she will enjoy and was really excited ..i am also happy for her..i like her to be happy always..but somewhere i felt a pain..she is going on Christmas Day!&lt;br /&gt;i had all sorts of plans, gifts , outings..i wanted to take her somewhere out but she refused and said she can't take half day leave even..anyways..no grievances whatsoever after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have a lunch with her today and asked her for the same..but she didn't turn up..said&lt;br /&gt;'You know i am not well' though she went to the beauty parlor ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she didn't ask me what were my plans, perhaps that is not to be expected even..&lt;br /&gt;I said 'I will be left alone'..&lt;br /&gt;her answer 'you are alone as i live in my home n u in your room'..&lt;br /&gt;Answer even worse than the worst expected!&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what she meant by this..may be she wants me to feel insulted again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last night with that 'I Don't know Syndrome' all around with every question, i have no respite but just left to take it more, swallow it inside until i am stabbed to death!&lt;br /&gt;She will be the last visitor to me after my Death..I can bet over that..&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect anything now but Expectations are natural and they come by themselves..&lt;br /&gt;i need to master the art to forget everything about her and stop expecting anything..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what she wants but her thinking is getting clearer day-by-day.It used to be cluttered but now the picture is very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't respect me or our relation rather takes everything for granted.She said it last night 'I don't have any respect for our relationship atleast from my side'.&lt;br /&gt;I am still confused even after getting rebuked time and again, even after the healthy advices from A and N.&lt;br /&gt;To my Question ' Do you Love me or not' She said 'I Don't Know'&lt;br /&gt;To my Question 'Am i your BF or what' she said 'I Don't Know'&lt;br /&gt;I begged her for the answer but she didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know one thing..I wanted everything to be alright but now i just don't want her, i just don't want her to be part of my life,she doesn't deserve that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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