<?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-535610388412553994</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:22:01.701-07:00</updated><category term='college'/><category term='fun'/><category term='senti-stuffs'/><category term='relations'/><category term='love'/><category term='movies'/><category term='politics'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Surreal Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>A lucid bore to nurture my boredom!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/535610388412553994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Plagiarised Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12373717489464643540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlXENx_BuQA/SvKi1nBig4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xCbXHny6t-8/S220/DSC00270.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535610388412553994.post-5553978388699840127</id><published>2009-11-06T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:03:16.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>ESSENTIAL ENTERTAINMENT</title><content type='html'>Election SeaSon! College tends to battleground! Petty lies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pandemonium&lt;/span&gt;, proceSSions, hypocriSy,etc. etc. tendS to be the order of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Battle for the hallowed union room (nothing happenS there baSically; not even the dope)!&lt;br /&gt;Battle for the political poStS!( you get one, you are famouS)&lt;br /&gt;Battle to Sort out perSonal grudgeS!( you have a cruSh on my girl, I cruSh you given you are not one of uS)&lt;br /&gt;Winning iS all that matterS!And for that one haS to vote! So they Say SHUT UP AND VOTE!&lt;br /&gt;One a day like today the following converSation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iSn't&lt;/span&gt; rare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political PerSon:(P): We have done thiS. We have done that. We believe in thiS. We believe in that. We will do thiS. We will do that. You should vote for uS.&lt;br /&gt;Neutral PerSon:(N): You have done thiS. You have done that. You Still haven't done everything!&lt;br /&gt;You Say thiS but you don't do all thiS! Should i vote you?&lt;br /&gt;P: Still at least we are better. They haven't done thiS. They haven't done that. You Should vote for uS.&lt;br /&gt;N: You do thiS. They do that. You do Something. They also do Something. You Say you will do thiS but you do S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;omething&lt;/span&gt; else. They Say they will do thiS but they do Something else. Both are Same. I won't come to vote.&lt;br /&gt;P: You talk like a kid. Remember who you are! As a reSponSible adult itS your right to vote. You should come to vote. Your vote countS. You Should vote for uS.&lt;br /&gt;N: You know what. You are very irritating I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like you. Since my vote countS, I would vote for them. At least itS my favorite color.(evil grin)&lt;br /&gt;P: That iS not a good idea. You better Stay back at home. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have any idea what happenS. GrenadeS fall everywhere. ItS for your own Safety.&lt;br /&gt;N: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ThankS&lt;/span&gt; for your concern. I Still don't like you. I won't come.But how do you manage to avoid the grenades?Are there land mines too? You So brave. Neither did i know that thiS 190 year old inStitution was 'blaSt-proof'! Hail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BritiSh&lt;/span&gt; architecture! See u. (getS up and walkS away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think a bit. ItS fun. Think deep. ItS crap.(everything is crap when you think deep)&lt;br /&gt;You Shy away. You miSS the fun. That'S the fun with politicS @ my college. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;no body'S&lt;/span&gt; love affair. Its a platform for Seeking attention but Still SometimeS it makeS me think. It doeS.&lt;br /&gt;Its eSSential. ItS entertainment. My college minuS politicS is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;omelet&lt;/span&gt; without pepper(read it S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;omewhere&lt;/span&gt;). Its really hard to imagine. I love it becauSe i love to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I do vote. Not for my favorite color. Not for my friendS. But for Something that wiped out a generation of bright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bengali&lt;/span&gt; youthS.It makeS me wonder.(SoundS cool?eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I don't want counter argumentS. Thank u!&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/535610388412553994-5553978388699840127?l=plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5553978388699840127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=535610388412553994&amp;postID=5553978388699840127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/535610388412553994/posts/default/5553978388699840127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/535610388412553994/posts/default/5553978388699840127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com/2009/11/essential-entertainment.html' title='ESSENTIAL ENTERTAINMENT'/><author><name>Plagiarised Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12373717489464643540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlXENx_BuQA/SvKi1nBig4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xCbXHny6t-8/S220/DSC00270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535610388412553994.post-729053231032396347</id><published>2009-11-03T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:50:54.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>NOVEMBER RAIN</title><content type='html'>Today waS one of thoSe days when I did everything I had planned not to do!&lt;br /&gt;1. I wanted to Stay back at home but Somehow I went to college.&lt;br /&gt;2. I planned to bunk the 'palaeontology' claSS but to my utter SurpriSe it turned out intereSting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the 'interactive SeSSionS' of the claSS when our profeSSor waS engroSSed in explaining a foSSil to Some of the frontbencherS one of our charitable(read conSciouS) claSSmate Started diStributing it. I took it eagerly, totally aware of my loSer StatuS. After all it waS meant to be a Showpiece in my wallet!&lt;br /&gt;The claSS came to an end. We Stormed out of the department.&lt;br /&gt;It waS raining. Divine intervention; we thought.&lt;br /&gt;We had protection. But the rain Stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Together we Sang- " Nothing laStS forever even cold november rain ".&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;We laughed!&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;PS: read we aS I wherever you want to!&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/535610388412553994-729053231032396347?l=plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/729053231032396347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=535610388412553994&amp;postID=729053231032396347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/535610388412553994/posts/default/729053231032396347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/535610388412553994/posts/default/729053231032396347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-rain.html' title='NOVEMBER RAIN'/><author><name>Plagiarised Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12373717489464643540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlXENx_BuQA/SvKi1nBig4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xCbXHny6t-8/S220/DSC00270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535610388412553994.post-5683350219969227187</id><published>2009-10-12T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:40:59.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senti-stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>ROCKET SCIENCE</title><content type='html'>ONE FINE(read gloomy) AFTERNOON A FEW DAYS AGO I WATCHED A MOVIE CALLED ROCKET SCIENCE. ITS a story of a stuttering high-school boy, of failed love,of adolescence, of desperation and various other themes of life.&lt;br /&gt;The movie ends with the dialogue- LIFE AND LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHOULDN'T&lt;/span&gt; BE ROCKET SCIENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the movie thoroughly. I could relate it to the life around me. Perhaps my life isn't as dramatic and cruel as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;portrayed&lt;/span&gt; in the movie but still i could relate to it!( the mind thinks what its wants to think)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I would love to compare myself to the 15year old boy HAL. But then it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be wise.We have differences!&lt;br /&gt;1. i don't stutter&lt;br /&gt;2. i am 20 years old&lt;br /&gt;3. not yet failed love (still yearning for it......very much..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that i can actually throw a cello through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some body's&lt;/span&gt; window.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;The movie also had a character called GINNY(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;portrayed&lt;/span&gt; as the bitch).&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got a text from someone. She asked me whether i thought she was like GINNY or not.&lt;br /&gt;Life is indeed rocket science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/535610388412553994-5683350219969227187?l=plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5683350219969227187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=535610388412553994&amp;postID=5683350219969227187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/535610388412553994/posts/default/5683350219969227187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/535610388412553994/posts/default/5683350219969227187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com/2009/10/rocket-science.html' title='ROCKET SCIENCE'/><author><name>Plagiarised Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12373717489464643540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlXENx_BuQA/SvKi1nBig4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xCbXHny6t-8/S220/DSC00270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535610388412553994.post-6532789012185202112</id><published>2009-05-20T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:25:21.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSPECTIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlXENx_BuQA/ShP19qXYH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/DFy2hpodhAc/s1600-h/happyface.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337880423057334082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlXENx_BuQA/ShP19qXYH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/DFy2hpodhAc/s320/happyface.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This is a gibberish shit..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlXENx_BuQA/ShP1RfZSgcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/W8nR4w6C304/s1600-h/happyface.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so make peace with it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Happiness is a state of mind or feeling such as contentment, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy. A variety of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;philosophical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;psychological and biological &lt;/span&gt;approaches have been taken to defining happiness and identifying its sources'&lt;/em&gt;.-That's what wiki says..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was February 2008 and there i was all lying on a cabin of the posh apollo glenagles.All I knew then was that i am happy..! I had literally grown up with hospitals .so much so for being a doc's son!The place where i was now was different from the ones i used to visit when i was a kid! It is the stuff i had seen in Hollywood movies!It was a 'bourgeois' affair as some 'pseudo-communist' would say!Surely privatisation of medical care in India has come of age..back then i didn't have such thoughts ..the only thing i knew was that i was happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my being there wasn't an overnight affair but an well executed self destruction process that i had started a year ago..the constant night shifts and skipping of meals without any apparent reason(or the reason was some unknown perpetual sadness) did take a toll on me..and by the beginning of 2008 i had lost 13 odd kgs.."u r taking way too much pressure" said mom...well perhaps i did.... i didn't have an alibi then. coz when u have ur boards exams a few months later the pressure is quite evident..coupled with the prospect of not meeting ur parents expectations..but i had to argue..coz "&lt;em&gt;mom should always be wrong&lt;/em&gt;" and &lt;em&gt;'i should always be the boss'&lt;/em&gt;! all i wanted to be was happy ..and arguing with me made her happy..it was an occasional source of entertainment in her monotonous life..and there is always a joy in making the loved ones happy! But these moments were short-lived..and in general life was a pallid affair entwined with solitude..and i was sad..i had no reason to be sad! or did I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my health conditions deteriorated..i had become an immune freak...and then one fine day ..dad consulted one of his colleague cum friend. .who prescribed me to undergo a medical test! so there i was lying in that ac cabin..happy and gay...i had no reason to be happy!or did I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the sleep ebbed and i regained consciousness i felt an ethereal joy encompassing me! there was a sense of well being . i wanted to lie their for ages just like that! As i moved my eyes everything seemed so tranquil and pleasant..the 4rth dimension somehow had become my friend.. i had never felt like that before; i was on cloud nine! Did i attain nirvana? This was happiness for sure and when u r happy u gotta show it just as we used to sing in kindergarten " If u r happy and u know it clap ur hands".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the moment of madness. I didn't clap my hands instead i scared the old woman who was lying on the bed beside me as i sang a &lt;em&gt;ravindrasangeet&lt;/em&gt; with my blunt voice![:p] poor woman she said nothing! what could have she said neway?I was given a dope named ketamine that gave me this moment of long awaited happiness. a sudden euphoria. i was joined by a compatriot(sum IT guy) sumtym later who was also doped the same.. he was also chanting rubbish..i recall him calling &lt;em&gt;'sister! sister'&lt;/em&gt; when i started with a &lt;em&gt;"brother!brother"&lt;/em&gt; ! I surely acted like a buffoon but when ur happy u gotta show it; just as we used to sing in kindergarten "if u r happy and u know it clap ur hands"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't clap my hands instead i chanted rubbish! Dad entered sumtym later.he was sumhow allowed inside the cabin out of professional courtesy i suspect! I greeted him with a big smile and expressed my insane happiness! The anaesthetist arrived sometime later ...he was checking me up so as to order my release ..He was a young man and so he was patient enough to bombard me with his pearls of "medical"-wisdom!I suspect they were the do's and dont's when u r drugged! I didn't pay any heed to what he had to say; i just managed to keep quite, all the while he was speaking -with a big "constant" smile on my face! It must have been irritating for him..but who cares ..he was doing his job! And cummon, i was happy ; when ur happy u gotta show it just as they used to sing in kindergarten "if u r happy and u know it clap ur hands"! but i didn't clap my hands instead i smiled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was time to go home and i waved goodbye to all the nurses present there! I was happy and so i waved..and they waved me back; they were doing there job!A 4 hrs affair with a hospital had made me a happy soul! I wish i had ketamine everyday! But since then life strangely enough was good! The ketamine made me happy, it leached out all the tension i had of the upcoming board exams! Its just a good memory now! the effect of ketamine has long vanished..but sumhow i have learned to be happy in a new way and accepted the fact that life is always a sine-curve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But occasionally when i find my friends doping back in college; i wonder if they feel the same i had felt back then! they say 'charas' made them happy! In their pursuit of happiness they are slowly killing themselves but what's wrong in it? they are just being happy! Isn't a short happy life better than a long sad life? The happiness may be momentary but its happiness above all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't yet let my temptation get the better of me but as life devalues day by day i suspect when i ud take a puff of 'charas' to relive a ketamine moment: a moment of ethereal joy! A moment of colossal happiness! A feeling that cant be described!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can do anything for happiness no matter what the price is !And when you are happy u gotta show it; just as we used to sing in kindergarten "if u r happy and u know it............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;err.. f***!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just wanna be happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;[PS: full of grammatical errors do excuse me for that!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/535610388412553994-6532789012185202112?l=plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6532789012185202112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=535610388412553994&amp;postID=6532789012185202112' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/535610388412553994/posts/default/6532789012185202112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/535610388412553994/posts/default/6532789012185202112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plagiarised-soul.blogspot.com/2009/05/perspective.html' title='PERSPECTIVE'/><author><name>Plagiarised Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12373717489464643540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlXENx_BuQA/SvKi1nBig4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xCbXHny6t-8/S220/DSC00270.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlXENx_BuQA/ShP19qXYH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/DFy2hpodhAc/s72-c/happyface.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
