<?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-6950513081125291428</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:08:43.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High + Low.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neesaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950513081125291428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neesaameera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neesa Ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004818912047152148</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950513081125291428.post-78527938238921562</id><published>2008-11-13T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:10:15.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On vacation :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will not be in Ampang basically for two days.&lt;div&gt;I will be on vacation, 3 days 2 nights with my high school friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUKIT BINTANG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFNFn1ZsEaY/SR0Vfds6r4I/AAAAAAAAACI/xK60ZMu_Drs/s320/bb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268390769386499970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, bukit bintang.I know it is very near, yet i am looking at the quality time that i will be spending with them.We will be staying at the apartment in KL plaza..Thanks abah.I need you to help me book for my other friends too yeh? :P  Thank you.Its been a while since i lepak with them , having a good laugh and gossip sessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1 hour, i will take a cab to bukit bintang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carrying a travelling bag ( as if going to Pulau Tioman),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and preparing to have my best time with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall update my 'vacation' soon enough. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6950513081125291428-78527938238921562?l=neesaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neesaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/78527938238921562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950513081125291428&amp;postID=78527938238921562' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950513081125291428/posts/default/78527938238921562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950513081125291428/posts/default/78527938238921562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neesaameera.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-vacation.html' title='On vacation :)'/><author><name>Neesa Ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004818912047152148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFNFn1ZsEaY/SR0Vfds6r4I/AAAAAAAAACI/xK60ZMu_Drs/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950513081125291428.post-9126866817098174406</id><published>2008-11-13T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:56:06.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend : Part 1 : Pet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFNFn1ZsEaY/SRxADdO12pI/AAAAAAAAABw/U0eBzfnvpZw/s1600-h/pet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFNFn1ZsEaY/SRxADdO12pI/AAAAAAAAABw/U0eBzfnvpZw/s320/pet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156092247300754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Best friend. Since we were small, back in primary school..our english or malay teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;would asked us to do a composition/ karangan bertajuk " My best friend".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We can't run away from this title as i believe everyone has a best friend.At least one.At least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In my life, i have few friends that are very special and close to my heart.The above picture, PET, is one of my best friends that i love, care and treasure till the end of time.As i just started blogging again, i shall start with PET first.I will update my blog about my other best friends soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I met her in 2001.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How i met her? She happened to be my roommate.I still remember the feeling waiting to know who will be my roommate.Then she came in, shaked my hands and introduced herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Hai, aku lela".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From that moment, we were good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first, it was quite hard to know and be close as she was the really opposite of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She loves;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slipknot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A band that freaks me out.The poster she pasted near her bed could not make me sleep.At times, i wonder how a girl could fall in love with that kind of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basuh kain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, you will see her basuh kain everyday.As for me, i just kumpul all the baju kotor, and bawak balik rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makan on time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Makan mesti on time.Sometimes she waits for me, sometimes she will just go down and buy her food.For me, i will wait for her even how long she basuh her kain.That's pet.If lapar, dia tak pedulik org. :P ( Maasa tu la pett)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Forever with her walkman.Lagu apa dia dengar..i dont know.But i know slipknot is a must!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Red, Black, Brown,Dark Brown. No other colours are in her list.Trust me.Untill now, you can see, every single thing she has will be that kind of colours.Oh except her Mr Savvy, which is silver.Ha silver pun i think she can consider.For me, i love bright colours which she hates, very much. hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Zul is her bf. Infact, my computer was the medium that connected both of them..hehe and she loves her boyfriend so much, she will sacrifice every single thing.Everything.That is how much pet loves her boyfriend..and Zul, u are one lucky guy..really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Months by months, years by years...we tend to be closer and closer.In fact, we became so comfortable with each other.And pet, to be honest, i think the best time we had , is this year.I think i am at a stage where i will miss u if u do not send me any sms, or call me for few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dulu tak kisah sgt, but now, i feel incomplete.That is how close pet is in my life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is how i describe Pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Loving, caring, respectful, full of energy, confident, helpful, creative, responsible, and the list will be never ending.She could be degil and vocal at times also. After being her bestfriend for 7 years, i believe we fought only once kot...during our video clip shooting..but we managed to solved it in a good way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway Pet, if i wanna talk about you...it willl take me days.I think i can publish a book about you, your life stories..coz i know everything bout you.Everything...or maybe most of it.I just wanna tell you that, i hope our friendship will last forever till the day i die, and be there with each other during ups and downs, during my wedding, my bersalin day, ahhaha, and all the magical moments. I want you to be there, smiling. I will try my best to be there for you, most of the times too. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFNFn1ZsEaY/SRxLmZtQyRI/AAAAAAAAACA/m3leRCWkewo/s320/petneesa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268168787224480018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh i seldom say this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THANK YOU very much for being such a great friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I LOVE YOU. You need to know that.I know it sounds jiwang or whatsoever, but i need you to know.Whatever happens in the future, i will treausre all the good moments we had together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : Shana, im sure ure reading this.The next entry will be about you ok? Coz i love u too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;         Too my other best friends, i love you guys too.I will post an entry about each of you when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;         the time comes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6950513081125291428-9126866817098174406?l=neesaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neesaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/9126866817098174406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950513081125291428&amp;postID=9126866817098174406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950513081125291428/posts/default/9126866817098174406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950513081125291428/posts/default/9126866817098174406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neesaameera.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-best-friend-part-1-pet.html' title='My best friend : Part 1 : Pet.'/><author><name>Neesa Ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004818912047152148</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFNFn1ZsEaY/SRxADdO12pI/AAAAAAAAABw/U0eBzfnvpZw/s72-c/pet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950513081125291428.post-815741127497023197</id><published>2008-11-12T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:47:56.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFNFn1ZsEaY/SRsTaxBiOyI/AAAAAAAAABg/oeXqtqdohTo/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFNFn1ZsEaY/SRsTaxBiOyI/AAAAAAAAABg/oeXqtqdohTo/s320/25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267825539697228578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;25 is a big number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't run away from being 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes, i feel that i am not ready to be 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt that i am still 20 ( hehe, perasan ok)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When people ask your age,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"How old are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I am 25"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lot of questions will be asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adult questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What are you doing? What is your future plan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When to get married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why you're still not married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is 25 old enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes, i feel that "Huih, i am 25 already"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somtimes, i feel that " baru 25..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dont know what to feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being 25,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I managed to achieve few things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alhamdulilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, i have missed a lot of oppurtunities that i could live a better life when i am 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been through a lot of highs and lows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in 5 months, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i will not be 25 anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am gonna be 26. Huh, i feel like 26 is a number full of responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My high and low being 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;High : I've gone through the 25 minutes viva presentation last wednesday! argh! lega!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Low : Having no life for 3-4 months struggling to go through the 25 minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whatever it is, i am glad i am 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope being 25 , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have made my family proud +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have made my friends happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6950513081125291428-815741127497023197?l=neesaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neesaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/815741127497023197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950513081125291428&amp;postID=815741127497023197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950513081125291428/posts/default/815741127497023197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950513081125291428/posts/default/815741127497023197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neesaameera.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Neesa Ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004818912047152148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFNFn1ZsEaY/SRsTaxBiOyI/AAAAAAAAABg/oeXqtqdohTo/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950513081125291428.post-5994929743707066956</id><published>2008-11-12T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:16:39.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>I am blogging again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday, reading my friends blog is a must.It is like a routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If their blog is not updated, i will be frustrated. I love reading their stories.Yet, to update my own blog, oh malasnya. Plus, i do not have ample time to sit infront of my laptop and blog, yet i have time to sit and read. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i am free. I think i need to blog like others. So here i am, today, blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950513081125291428-5994929743707066956?l=neesaameera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neesaameera.blogspot.com/feeds/5994929743707066956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950513081125291428&amp;postID=5994929743707066956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950513081125291428/posts/default/5994929743707066956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950513081125291428/posts/default/5994929743707066956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neesaameera.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Neesa Ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004818912047152148</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></feed>
