<?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-287779793485271303</id><updated>2011-10-25T04:05:27.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nemily Meade</title><subtitle type='html'>I am The Walrus</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nemily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963678734637843165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SvAPvH4EWVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uvRp3UbWXYE/S220/P1060190-pola01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287779793485271303.post-8748060190176215978</id><published>2011-10-23T00:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:17:21.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear song,</title><content type='html'>you warm me from head. to. toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EjB2hbMYIXo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287779793485271303-8748060190176215978?l=nemilymeade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/feeds/8748060190176215978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/8748060190176215978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/8748060190176215978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-song.html' title='Dear song,'/><author><name>Nemily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963678734637843165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SvAPvH4EWVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uvRp3UbWXYE/S220/P1060190-pola01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EjB2hbMYIXo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287779793485271303.post-6309625779350215077</id><published>2010-10-05T01:10:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T02:48:28.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So call me a try hard. You don't get anywhere unless you try, right?</title><content type='html'>At the risk of sounding like a complete looohooser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to just blog when im feeling negatively but right now its all ive got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel a mix of things like hurt, anger, regret. &lt;br /&gt;Some people just baffle me. Im 23 years old and at my age I didn't realise pettiness still existed? well at least one would hope it didn't. it is possibly one of the worst traits ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone in my family could tell you that I have as much self confidence as a pea and I admittedly struggle a lot. I struggle to make friends and then keep them. &lt;br /&gt;I exhaust myself in wanting to be liked. I feel as though the relationships I have or have had with people, mean a lot more to me that the actual reciprocator. Geeze I yearn for people that I have perhaps fallen out of contact with years ago. I miss people alot. Am I a freak?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I grow up in a box? maybe, because growing up, my mum was my best friend. She just accepted everything that I had to say and never judged me in the slightest. She showed somuch love for me, and I really felt that...but perhaps through all this she failed to mention that I was in fact socially awkward and just generally sucked at being normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, now the world knows that I am bit of a social retard, but on the up side I am grateful that I am sensitive. It has made me very aware of other people. This has definitely helped me to grow up to be a kind nonjudgmental person and I like that about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurting now because I find it hard to fathom some people when I feel mistreated and judged. I frankly feel pretty foolish when I have tried really hard to be someones friend and then to have it thrown back in my face...its tough to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad because I struggle to pull through hurt by myself. I need to learn how to find the surface by myself. Then perhaps I wouldn't yearn for people so much? and  shoot my self in the foot by doing so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non of this makes any sense but tomorrow is another day and today I needed to get these thoughts out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next post &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be a happy post, honest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287779793485271303-6309625779350215077?l=nemilymeade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/feeds/6309625779350215077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2010/10/bumface-at-risk-of-sounding-like.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/6309625779350215077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/6309625779350215077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2010/10/bumface-at-risk-of-sounding-like.html' title='So call me a try hard. You don&apos;t get anywhere unless you try, right?'/><author><name>Nemily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963678734637843165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SvAPvH4EWVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uvRp3UbWXYE/S220/P1060190-pola01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287779793485271303.post-2101459530774152625</id><published>2010-06-29T09:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:33:32.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hello song of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theneedledrop.com/?p=253"&gt;http://theneedledrop.com/?p=253&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9:38am, and im already on my 5th listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287779793485271303-2101459530774152625?l=nemilymeade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/feeds/2101459530774152625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-hello-song-of-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/2101459530774152625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/2101459530774152625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-hello-song-of-day.html' title='Oh, hello song of the day'/><author><name>Nemily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963678734637843165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SvAPvH4EWVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uvRp3UbWXYE/S220/P1060190-pola01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287779793485271303.post-8631532383452925702</id><published>2010-06-25T22:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:09:02.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everywhere I go...</title><content type='html'>Music has taken a back seat for the past few weeks as life has been CRAZY busy with the ends of uni, YR 2! I find that when I have these long breaks from music its a huge refresh for me to go through my itunes. I discover and rediscover so many things, like this song 'Everywhere I go' by 'Lissie'. Its a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_P9m8Ejr-Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_P9m8Ejr-Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ignore the dumb photo montage that goes with this video)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287779793485271303-8631532383452925702?l=nemilymeade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/feeds/8631532383452925702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2010/06/everywhere-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/8631532383452925702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/8631532383452925702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2010/06/everywhere-i-go.html' title='Everywhere I go...'/><author><name>Nemily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963678734637843165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SvAPvH4EWVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uvRp3UbWXYE/S220/P1060190-pola01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287779793485271303.post-7326327803043141265</id><published>2010-04-18T19:49:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:14:52.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 18th April</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want to take pictures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I have been considering the idea of doing an MA in photography for a while now, and I am now feeling stronger about the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking at the amazing works of a photographer named &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lauren Dukoff&lt;/span&gt;, who has just inspired me to the MAX! &lt;br /&gt;Simply stunning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.laurendukoff.com/img/portfolio3/"&gt;http://www.laurendukoff.com/img/portfolio3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...whether I can handle another hardcore year study once my current BA is up, I do not know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I want to take pictures all of the time and I find I day dream about different camera shots and compositions all the time, and I know how it excites me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohsa well we shall see what the future brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on sun and happy snaps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287779793485271303-7326327803043141265?l=nemilymeade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/feeds/7326327803043141265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-18th-april.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/7326327803043141265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/7326327803043141265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-18th-april.html' title='Sunday, 18th April'/><author><name>Nemily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963678734637843165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SvAPvH4EWVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uvRp3UbWXYE/S220/P1060190-pola01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287779793485271303.post-7470031001844295144</id><published>2010-04-14T20:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:10:52.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 14th April</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Some people are just not destined to back flip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I will ever really be able to write and essay by myself. &lt;br /&gt;Attempting to writing one never comes without its tear shed or a wanting to just give up on uni all together. Surely one can’t degree with out being able to write an essay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard, and do so every time one comes around, but I can just never ‘get it. My brain denies anything remotely academic and I can sit and read re-read things for hours and understand barely nothing.&lt;br /&gt; Of what I can understand, I get confused as to where its then relevant? I don’t understand how many of my peers can write their essay in a night? A week to go on a paper still doesn’t feel like enough time to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im emotionally exhausted from feeling like a 'worthless' and then being hugely embarrassed because of my ‘incompetence’. I am tired of feeling like I cant do things that I feel ‘mean’ something.&lt;br /&gt;People says to me, ‘oh its just practice’ but honestly I know it is not meant to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs are not mean to fly and I am certainly not meant to be able to academically read or write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to not get down and to not be embarrassed about something that is constantly in my face, and when it seems everyone else ‘gets it’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to look at what I am best at, and find comfort in that. I am trying. I am just wooooorrrrn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot back flip, BUT I can cart wheel and I need to feel contented with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/S8Yfx0z-IcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/paAMWQ8-zzg/s1600/Cartwheel-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/S8Yfx0z-IcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/paAMWQ8-zzg/s320/Cartwheel-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460086539083981250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287779793485271303-7470031001844295144?l=nemilymeade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/feeds/7470031001844295144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday-14th-april.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/7470031001844295144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/7470031001844295144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday-14th-april.html' title='Wednesday, 14th April'/><author><name>Nemily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963678734637843165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SvAPvH4EWVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uvRp3UbWXYE/S220/P1060190-pola01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/S8Yfx0z-IcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/paAMWQ8-zzg/s72-c/Cartwheel-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287779793485271303.post-2178990965320451826</id><published>2009-12-01T23:42:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:47:25.067Z</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 1st December 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This Ones for me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SxfO3FAbQPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/V6wP_QDT3ZY/s1600-h/widow-1-415%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SxfO3FAbQPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/V6wP_QDT3ZY/s320/widow-1-415%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grief: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RSM&lt;/span&gt; Darren Chant’s widow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nausheen&lt;/span&gt;, at the Guards Chapel. She is expecting their first child in February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I came across this image as i was reading the Evening Standard today on my way to university.  A picture &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; stuck me like this in quite some time. I don't know what it is about this women, but I felt like I knew her pain. After reading that she had only been married a matter of months, and that she was expecting her first born child, really humbled me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What an awful thing to happen. Christmas is nearly here, but her husband wont be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This makes me frightened of life even more than I already am. Life does go on, and stories like these remind me of all the things in my life that I have to be grateful for, and should learn to appreciate more! Life is scary, but there are things that soften the blow to make it not so. I should probably remember this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live. Love. Appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/287779793485271303-2178990965320451826?l=nemilymeade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/feeds/2178990965320451826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-one-is-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/2178990965320451826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287779793485271303/posts/default/2178990965320451826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemilymeade.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-one-is-for-me.html' title='Tuesday, 1st December 2009'/><author><name>Nemily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963678734637843165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SvAPvH4EWVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uvRp3UbWXYE/S220/P1060190-pola01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGU2X54Fe2I/SxfO3FAbQPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/V6wP_QDT3ZY/s72-c/widow-1-415%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
