<?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-4307478424348620013</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:15:54.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::BranD::.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;over 7 continens is all it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are connected to each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some how we are each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life can be complicated at times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where people die form time to time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so tresure life as tho it was gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you might not know when one last see gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;war is sad and so we know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe its time we stand up and say no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just bare with me on this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we will all have a better life to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my eyes are dried out and its time to sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow must wake up to eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope u like my poem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/4307478424348620013-2352068099246923489?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/2352068099246923489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4307478424348620013&amp;postID=2352068099246923489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/2352068099246923489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/2352068099246923489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip.html' title='r.i.p'/><author><name>Brand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830130983794749076</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307478424348620013.post-6264132566086238621</id><published>2008-02-15T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T20:37:18.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday shu ying</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;im currenty lying on my bed with my laptop on my lap..snoring sound from eric could be heard loudly while..i type this nonsense on my blog..well not really nonsense la but u know..sure got abit kan..but not alot la..tu ada..&lt;br /&gt;fiona just apear online..talking to her now as i type this down..thinking of going down for a fag but...malas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so...today was shu yings b day..so a group of us decided to go down town to celebrate his bday..all malaysians la. and although i dont know him well and the rest of dem too...we seem to connect in some ways..its funny how life can bring us to funny places and to meet funny ppl who we din tot exsisted..i donno this is weird..i wanna go to bed now..night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4307478424348620013-6264132566086238621?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/6264132566086238621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4307478424348620013&amp;postID=6264132566086238621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/6264132566086238621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/6264132566086238621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-shu-ying.html' title='happy birthday shu ying'/><author><name>Brand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830130983794749076</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307478424348620013.post-5719946851333721678</id><published>2008-02-14T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:35:26.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS HOME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;man...i really miss home..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss my family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss my friends, ppl like fi, eric, praveen, mun, kow, siva, lynn, jo, zaf, kim chun etc... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss the times when i use to come back late from ac and get some lecture from dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss mom's cooking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss sako's soup..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss going to mamak..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss pyramid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss pool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss the weather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss driving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss my bed..my room..etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss waking up feeling loved when i walk down smelling food and coffee from mom..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss SRI ACMAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss BAK KUT TEH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss my SRI ACMAR TEACHER(although i dont really like some of dem)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its 12.45pm now and ppl are still making noice outside my room...pissing a gangster off..wait la one day..hahha..i'll make dem an offer they cant refuse...hahaha..god father ma!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i better hit the sheets..need to wake up early tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good night..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy valentines..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4307478424348620013-5719946851333721678?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307478424348620013.post-4301209717681423043</id><published>2008-02-14T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:36:51.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINES DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today i was suppose to wake up at 7 but i overslept until....*TUK* *TUK* *TUK..a knock on my door..got up went to the door and saw pavan..1st thing he said to me...DEI!!!HAVEn WAKE UP R DEI..ITS 8.30 ALREADY U KNOW..den i was like what the fuck man(class starts at 9 btw)...shit dei..den i invited him in and i sat on my bed..den i realize there was something not rite...fuck man i had a headache i told pavan..so he left and ask me to rest somemore..at donno what time... eric came in..'DEI STILL SLEEPING AR????HAHAHAHAHA'..i den told him i had a headache and ask him to pass me the Panadol..took it and went back to sleep until 1pm..by den i was feeling much better and den decided to head to my economics class..as usual..dont understand anything...later in the evening.. eddson came back with a bucay*(how to spell dei) of roses..im telling u man..that guy has gut..bloody china kong fu...went to this really hot girls room and pass her the roses...pavan i and vennessa was shock..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after that..i came to my room and decided i need a fag..went down fag..came up..sleep......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*TUK* *TUK* *TUK*! it was eddison this time around...ask him to come in..talk talk talk talk talk...he fucked off..cant sleep any more..desided to go checkout fiona's blog...reading all her bullshit and ect. makes me laugh and at the same time really miss her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4307478424348620013-4301209717681423043?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/4301209717681423043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4307478424348620013&amp;postID=4301209717681423043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/4301209717681423043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/4301209717681423043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='VALENTINES DAY!'/><author><name>Brand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830130983794749076</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307478424348620013.post-1909756692382460882</id><published>2008-02-10T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:58:40.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia my home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its been more than a month since i've left home...its unbelivable how much i can actually miss my home for when i had it, im always not in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT most of all..i miss my family..i miss my dad, mom, sako, audrey, tuako, koko, ayon, and lucky so much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes i lay in my room and just wonder 'what are they up to rite now'..and how nice it could be if i was with dem..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some people cry...i don't...i cry inside..i may seem happy all the time making my silly jokes and making ppl mad but deep inside im just a baby boy...mom dad sako.... everybody..I MISS U ALOT AND I LOVE U WITH ALL MY LIFE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my fello MALAYSIAN FRIENDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS ALL OF U SO MUCH TOO!! people like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fiona            ~who always fight with me, pyramid with me etc.many many.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charlynn     ~ who always pinch my nipples... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E.pederson ~ who always drink and eat bak kut teh with me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siva              ~ who always tani with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;praveen       ~ who is always there for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kow              ~ who i tought how to fag...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gani              ~ who puke in my garden and as a result my grass died..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zafran           ~ who always talk cock and with his funny lame jokes....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kim chun      ~ who always play pool with me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mun               ~ who always makes the best burger for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jo cean           ~who always fag with me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eric tee         ~who is in uk with me rite now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia der&amp;amp;jj       ~who always protected me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ETC..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERY ONE!!!BRANDON MISSES U ALOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4307478424348620013-1909756692382460882?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/1909756692382460882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4307478424348620013&amp;postID=1909756692382460882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/1909756692382460882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/1909756692382460882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/2008/02/malaysia-my-home.html' title='Malaysia my home'/><author><name>Brand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830130983794749076</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-4307478424348620013.post-5208580601458704320</id><published>2008-02-10T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:14:33.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Mother Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The water billows in, casping each other agains the tropical settings,&lt;br /&gt;the wind softly blows againts the costal line trimmed with coconut palm,&lt;br /&gt;luring and seducing the sense of sights but on closer scrutiny alas!,&lt;br /&gt;the sence of smell and the reality sucks!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A crow nibbles at the dead thingamajic,&lt;br /&gt;zooming in i realise it was a dead chick,&lt;br /&gt;at least couple of days since its untimely demise,&lt;br /&gt;used condoms scattered here and there,&lt;br /&gt;until one wonders if theres a factory near by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead leaves doing their thing,&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully by an aeon will get gas out from its process,&lt;br /&gt;a sight beholds the wrath of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature is just waiting and her patients is running thin,&lt;br /&gt;when will we ever learn that we must treat the earth well,&lt;br /&gt;for its is not a gift from our parents but a loan from our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoes are the words of MY MOTHER~Penang, Malaysia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4307478424348620013-5208580601458704320?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/5208580601458704320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4307478424348620013&amp;postID=5208580601458704320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/5208580601458704320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/5208580601458704320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-mother-earth.html' title='To Mother Earth'/><author><name>Brand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830130983794749076</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-4307478424348620013.post-441012166710811979</id><published>2007-07-25T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:15:19.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all go true a cycle of birth and death..See, the moment we are born, we are already sentenced to death...Some ppl say "when we die we either go to heaven or hell"... Others say "life is eternal"... Some may even say "we are here to clear out our bad deeds, in other words clear, our bad Karma and after we do so we will go to heaven"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recently asked me...What do you think will happened to us when we die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe when we die we sort of go back to the universe... to me i believe we are all part of the universe and all of us are ONE .. like a single drop of water joining the sexy blue ocean.. never again will you ever get that one drop back.. merged with the ocean as ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we die we bring nothing with us...the only thing we bring with us is our karma...&lt;br /&gt;and when its time for us to be reborn we will be borned and then we bring our karma from our past life along with us to the present life and we will den face all the bad things we have done in the previous life and also the good ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me heaven and hell does not exist after death...but its actually a state of life in our present existence.. heaven and hell exist right now, in this life... not a place where you go to after death depending on the amount of good and bad deeds you have done in your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;HELL*A member of this person's family dies in a car crash..the moment he/she hears the news...he/she state of life will drop hell...thats hell&lt;br /&gt;HEAVEN* You winning a million dollars and is overcome by immense happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone has their own beliefs in which they trust in but whatever you do try not to do bad deeds because if you do in any way then you're in for big trouble! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An individual shapes his/her own environment. A wise man once said &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"If the minds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;of the people are impure, their land is also impure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; if the minds of the people are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;pure then so is their land. They are not two lands.. pure and impure in themselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the difference lies solely on the good or evil of our minds."&lt;/span&gt; this means when we are bad we will attract bad people and when we are good and our lifes are pure we will attract good and pure people such as our selves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So ppl whatever and Who ever u believe in, pls be good..because whatever bad deeds u do now the effect is around the corner to strike back at you!!!this is called KARMA.. the laws of cause and effect!!...dont hurt yourself ..if u believe in god den your punishment will come after u die..either way u will face the consequences of your actions!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PEACE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4307478424348620013-441012166710811979?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/441012166710811979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4307478424348620013&amp;postID=441012166710811979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/441012166710811979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/441012166710811979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/2007/07/life.html' title='LIFE!!'/><author><name>Brand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830130983794749076</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-4307478424348620013.post-3026819057815112410</id><published>2007-07-03T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:32:49.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daniel is so gay man!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqzX6q8z4_U/RopP04OaigI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1FZiLXJDQ48/s1600-h/193622784l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqzX6q8z4_U/RopP04OaigI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1FZiLXJDQ48/s400/193622784l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082962899305662978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look i have solid prove ppl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4307478424348620013-3026819057815112410?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/3026819057815112410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4307478424348620013&amp;postID=3026819057815112410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/3026819057815112410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/3026819057815112410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/2007/07/daniel-is-so-gay-man.html' title='daniel is so gay man!!!'/><author><name>Brand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830130983794749076</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://bp1.blogger.com/_WqzX6q8z4_U/RopP04OaigI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1FZiLXJDQ48/s72-c/193622784l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307478424348620013.post-1053991739122951954</id><published>2007-06-28T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T07:54:36.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the worse day of 2007..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday....(all my trouble seems so farrr away lalalalalaaalala oh i believe in yesterday)-fu8ck man-ok...yesterday......was a very very horrible day 4 me man..seriously man..okok..here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st when i went to school in the morning and everything seemed fine...i mean cool and calm and umm sexyhh....i walked pass mr bala and he gave me that evil stare thinggy that he has(bloody ass-hole)...i tot he was just playing evil and all..but when mr john came in 4 his economics class he told me that mr bala had already called my dad and that my dad is coming to take my report card at 12.00pm later that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as usual i didn't give a damn and all..seriously i wasn't worried at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At 12.00noon there was no sign of my dad..i tot he wasn't coming cos normaly he's really punctual all...so umm...ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 2.00pm i was suppose to meet up with chin rong and nazeef at the top  floor of the school to settle some problems between both of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahh...as i was coming down to get nazeef...kevin pu-ni-ya ran to me and told me hysterically that my dad was in the office already, ready to take my report card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the office and sat beside my dad...i tell u mr bala!!!! FU*K...if i had a slightest chance to fu8ck his ass i tell u i will...he started talking cock bout me,...seriously cock u know...its like cock u know....fuck den puan guna( takde guna) came in and added more nonsense to it...omg at that time i seriously wish i had a gun..i will probably blow puan guna's and mr bala's head off man...and  mr bala actually lied to my dad u know..he said that the 19 days that i was not present was a so called "studying day"...fu8ck..at that time onwards i seriously lost it man..i started looking at mr bala 1 kind and all...i was practically shouting at him..my dad was amazed at my character towards my teacher...i seriously hate teachers man....no la not all teachers la....lets see i like mr ho,miss stephany,mdm josophine,puan shobal,and umm mr edward(eventhough he's a broken detective but he is a good person)....oh well umm...like that la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well glad its over now..i hope my dad wont totally listen to bala..hope he listens to my side of the story as well la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la okay la I GIVE THEM CHANCE ONLY they better be carefulll!! Kannine..&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. Effendy is GAY! Just so you know.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4307478424348620013-1053991739122951954?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/1053991739122951954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4307478424348620013&amp;postID=1053991739122951954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/1053991739122951954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/1053991739122951954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/2007/06/worse-day-of-2007.html' title='the worse day of 2007..'/><author><name>Brand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830130983794749076</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-4307478424348620013.post-7379867191426224372</id><published>2007-06-25T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:40:54.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheer 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqzX6q8z4_U/RopR1IOaijI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SMr-lxOB3v4/s1600-h/01062007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqzX6q8z4_U/RopR1IOaijI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SMr-lxOB3v4/s400/01062007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082965102623885874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqzX6q8z4_U/RopRnoOaiiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7P3A8J9apCI/s1600-h/24062007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqzX6q8z4_U/RopRnoOaiiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7P3A8J9apCI/s400/24062007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082964870695651874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqzX6q8z4_U/RopRUIOaihI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gir4twBi57Y/s1600-h/24052007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqzX6q8z4_U/RopRUIOaihI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gir4twBi57Y/s400/24052007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082964535688202770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Alrite people this is my sexyhh next post kay...yesterday was so sexy man..i mean picture this out ok?? a stadium full of chicks with turned on looking face...as usual they were all over me..lol....cant get better then that can it???oh and i ran into samson...bloody bitch din tell me he was going.man din manage to take any pictures...was kinda hung over at 1st cos of the night before...fu*k...10 bottles of beer man...praveen and mun vomited..siva and i survived the night!!!! we were making pop corns and all man...after cheer 2007 we went to burger king ate and umm etc etc(malas wanna type la)..man i tell u on the way back from burger king jamal farted...man!!!!i tell u can kill a cow man..seriously..even with the windows open the smell was in the car for 10 minutes...its like a saturated fart man!!!!!hahahha!!!here's some picts of the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the ways this year sports day was dam cekap man as green house won..well CONGRATS to ruth and her team...she did a great job so tumbs-up to her..i mean this is our first win since like ...forever..sorry la zaf born a leader always a winner...and to fiona too..sorry u guys were unsucessful...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!cant belive we won the thug of war man!!!lol..&lt;br /&gt;green house will win for now and for eternity...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chou the mou ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4307478424348620013-7379867191426224372?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/7379867191426224372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4307478424348620013&amp;postID=7379867191426224372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/7379867191426224372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/7379867191426224372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/2007/06/cheer-2007.html' title='cheer 2007'/><author><name>Brand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830130983794749076</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://bp2.blogger.com/_WqzX6q8z4_U/RopR1IOaijI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SMr-lxOB3v4/s72-c/01062007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307478424348620013.post-7182956624627747955</id><published>2007-06-10T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T06:58:14.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;WORSHIP ME PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Brandon here! Welcome to ma blog.. I know it's lame now and I won't be posting much till I make it as sexy as I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Be patient, girls!!! Brand'll be back soon.. prepare yourselves for a whole lotta SEXAYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4307478424348620013-7182956624627747955?l=whatunderscorela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/feeds/7182956624627747955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4307478424348620013&amp;postID=7182956624627747955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/7182956624627747955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4307478424348620013/posts/default/7182956624627747955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatunderscorela.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-post.html' title='The First Post'/><author><name>Brand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830130983794749076</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></feed>
