<?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-35349273</id><updated>2011-06-07T14:03:35.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SchoolRumblog : Umezu Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-9163107577265640857</id><published>2011-06-07T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:03:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we're back</title><content type='html'>It was a really pleasant day. I took a big gamble setting the date today. It was raining all week, but the rain stopped. The weather was on my side. I think it worked out fine. I was able to bring Madoka to the movies and the amusement park afterwards. It burned a hole in my pocket but it's worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since we've gone out on a date. Due to all the misunderstanding, we were estranged from each other. After the date, I think we're on better terms. I really pray that things are better now. Otherwise, I'll be too depressed. I had a great time today. Judging from her kiss, I'm pretty sure she had a great time as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-9163107577265640857?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/9163107577265640857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=9163107577265640857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/9163107577265640857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/9163107577265640857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-were-back.html' title='I think we&apos;re back'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-928631093428514033</id><published>2008-05-14T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:48:29.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's he going?</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what that teacher is talking about. 'kay I only have one day to finish this project and that crummy teacher is going somewhere tomorrow. I couldn't even ask him what he wants us to do and he's going away tomorrow? And then he expects us to hand it in on Friday? What a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that I'd improve every aspect of my humanity. I can't even do something properly at school. How is it possible that one teenager, pushing himself to become a better person, not even know how to do a something properly? It's probably the most annoying thought in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrap it. I'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-928631093428514033?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/928631093428514033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=928631093428514033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/928631093428514033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/928631093428514033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2008/05/wheres-he-going.html' title='where&apos;s he going?'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-280551244318822583</id><published>2008-05-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:31:48.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking my place?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I left this place hanging for a year. And still I don't know what to write. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a boring guy. I guess I'm a weird fella'. And those two things were really what defined me in high school. I dig that. Even I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much going on with me. I realized that it's not worth saying the monotony. However it is, I'll try to make my life a little bit interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would one look at cheating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-280551244318822583?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/280551244318822583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=280551244318822583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/280551244318822583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/280551244318822583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2008/05/taking-my-place.html' title='taking my place?'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-1578190920092514637</id><published>2007-03-29T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:48:18.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a blackout</title><content type='html'>I'm really guessing right now. It's just a guess -- not even a hypothesis okay? I really think Madoka doesn't want me anymore. She always hangs up when I call her at home. She doesn't reply to every text I send her. She rarely notice me at school. Whenever I ask her if I could walk her home, she prefers to run alone. Walk alone? The complete opposite eh? Soueba, aren't I making an intelligent guess already? I mean, I'm basing my guess on my experience and the scenes that took place. M-hmm, it's a hypothesis. Demo, being correct about it isn't a good news. I'm not happy about it. I could only hope that I'm all wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-1578190920092514637?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/1578190920092514637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=1578190920092514637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/1578190920092514637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/1578190920092514637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-blackout.html' title='this is a blackout'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-821872102465199710</id><published>2007-02-12T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:39:55.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hit the fan</title><content type='html'>Ugh, my head hurts. The funny thing about having so much of what I want to do is that I end up doing nothing. There's also another thing. There's a lot of stories inside my head right now that dying to be written but I'm too drowsy to go on. What a lame time to get inspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-821872102465199710?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/821872102465199710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=821872102465199710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/821872102465199710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/821872102465199710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2007/02/hit-fan.html' title='hit the fan'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-5540921520951004151</id><published>2007-01-27T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:37:57.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking at my mirror</title><content type='html'>I never planned to meet you. I never expected to know you either. It was such a nice thing that expectations exist because I never expected that I would care for you like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-5540921520951004151?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/5540921520951004151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=5540921520951004151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/5540921520951004151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/5540921520951004151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2007/01/looking-at-my-mirror.html' title='looking at my mirror'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-1184616856271274497</id><published>2007-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:37:21.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>There are remarkable, mystical and mathematical connections to a deck of playing cards. The four suits (clubs, hearts, spades and diamonds) represent the four seasons in the year (spring, summer, fall, winter). There are 52 cards in a deck. There are 52 weeks in a year. There are 13 cards per suit. There are 13 lunar cylces in a year. If you add all the values of each card, (jack = 11, queen = 12, king = 13, joker = 1) you'll get a total of 365. There are 365 days in one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem. What about a leap year? How disappointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-1184616856271274497?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/1184616856271274497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=1184616856271274497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/1184616856271274497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/1184616856271274497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-116444833996064847</id><published>2006-11-22T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:52:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, the humanity</title><content type='html'>Just great. I was so tired when I came home that I just crashed on my bed. I didn't have my dinner yet so my body just woke up at 11PM and filled him up. Problem is, I can't go back to sleep. Now what do I have to do to exhaust myself to sleep. I know... nah, I could just copy my friend's homework tomorrow morning. Where was I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-116444833996064847?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/116444833996064847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=116444833996064847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/116444833996064847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/116444833996064847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-humanity.html' title='oh, the humanity'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-116248439927555959</id><published>2006-10-29T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:19:59.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somekind of whatever</title><content type='html'>It's almost the end of October already. Geez, I missed 20 days of writing. Well, there's nothing much going on -- I mean, really. I wonder what Kido's doing right now? Heck, it's already past 12. She's probably sleeping. So why am I still up? Hmph, good question. I'm going to sleep. I pretty much said what I have to say already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-116248439927555959?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/116248439927555959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=116248439927555959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/116248439927555959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/116248439927555959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2006/10/somekind-of-whatever.html' title='somekind of whatever'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-116115743234620210</id><published>2006-10-17T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:44:37.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what do we do?</title><content type='html'>I was out all day. I am all red and so much touched to find out twenty voice messages from Kido Madoka. My heart's jumping right now. I should call her back. Or maybe I should let her call me for the last time. Or maybe I should text her. One thing's for sure, I love to hear her voice right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-116115743234620210?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/116115743234620210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=116115743234620210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/116115743234620210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/116115743234620210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-what-do-we-do.html' title='so what do we do?'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-116021014980899304</id><published>2006-10-07T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:35:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the watermark</title><content type='html'>Mou, it's raining hard. I've decided not to go to school today. It's raining hard and it's cold inside my room and my bed's warm and cozy and... and... I'll be sticking here, thank you very much. I need more sleep. I just can't get enough of it, I tell ya'. Sleep is more of an addiction when someone's deprived from it very much and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the water sliding down and leaving trails on my window. I felt happy that I stayed at home. I'm enjoying watching trails of water merge and separate on the freaking glass. What the hell is wrong with me? That's it! You're staying in bed, young man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-116021014980899304?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/116021014980899304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=116021014980899304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/116021014980899304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/116021014980899304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2006/10/watermark.html' title='the watermark'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-115972361853920226</id><published>2006-10-02T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:26:58.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't leave me by my side</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I can't take it anymore! I can't bear to watch as things fall apart in our relationship. I don't think I'll be able to survive this tragedy. I've come a long way and this is the first time that I've ever felt this way. You have no idea how I wish for things to get back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-115972361853920226?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/115972361853920226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=115972361853920226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/115972361853920226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/115972361853920226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-leave-me-by-my-side.html' title='don&apos;t leave me by my side'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349273.post-115972397900180153</id><published>2006-09-25T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:32:59.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>I feel good today. But I forgot the reason why. My mind's all blanked out. Hmm... maybe the rush of endorphin from my evening jog. I should jog more often if that's the case. It's getting colder, ain't it. I feel nice when it's cold. I can't imagine myself smiling under the intense heat of the sun. I'm not saying that summer's bad. Soueba, it's almost Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35349273-115972397900180153?l=umezublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/feeds/115972397900180153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35349273&amp;postID=115972397900180153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/115972397900180153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35349273/posts/default/115972397900180153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umezublog.blogspot.com/2006/09/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>nostalgia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/suffer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
