<?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-21440363</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:00:59.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s u i  g e n e r i s</title><subtitle type='html'>(.l i k e . n o . o t h e r.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17183540490927684199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f87/gambitia_avatar/cfa45b3c.png'/></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-21440363.post-113944564784367586</id><published>2006-02-08T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T16:46:10.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here's some Zutara poetry I wrote today while I was at home listening to "A Lifetime" by &lt;em&gt;Better than Ezra:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;B a p t i s m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pull to his push and how cool fathoms captivated him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unnamed were her eyes; all silver and azure and&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;purity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like nothing he had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mocha velvet and rich cascade swirled as she danced on moonlight--&lt;br /&gt;chanting forgiveness like a song forsaken by man and world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a promise kept within endless blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- E n c h a n t e d -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;nto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;H o l o c a u s t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;His fire blazed and life shattered like glass upon folds of midnight crimson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gold, like molten ore but only warm honey when focussed on her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and smiling like freedom in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Porcelain perfection beneath soft pink hatred; loveless touch and a faithless path,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because honor is what he burns for--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yet how can one regain what one never truly lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Such&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;b e a u t i f u l&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s u r r e n d e r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as she brings sweet lips to marred flesh ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;redemption is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and she is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as the only one he burns for is her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And here is some Yuffie angsty-ness (OH NOEZ) that I wrote for Naomi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;f l y i n g&lt;/span&gt;, with wings that painted the sky unnamed colors; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;g r e y&lt;/span&gt; and silver were her eyes, like shattered stars at midnight; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;b r o k e n&lt;/span&gt;, was she, for she is the&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;b u t t e r f l y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and she lives only because &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;l i f e&lt;/span&gt; has yet to forsake her \&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Please leave a comment! =3&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/21440363-113944564784367586?l=rainandriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/feeds/113944564784367586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21440363&amp;postID=113944564784367586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113944564784367586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113944564784367586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/2006/02/heres-some-zutara-poetry-i-wrote-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17183540490927684199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f87/gambitia_avatar/cfa45b3c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21440363.post-113931762289067146</id><published>2006-02-07T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:18:17.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nature" src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/Jai16/1099783200_icsnatureA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Your Beauty liesin Nature. Down to earth, laid back and a natural&lt;br /&gt;beauty. You have no need formake-up or accessories that most others do. In fact&lt;br /&gt;you most likely find them anuisance. You are probably a little tom-boyish in&lt;br /&gt;your jeans and tees with agreat love for nature. You probably know more about&lt;br /&gt;plants and animals than mostpeople and you'd rather spend your times outdoors&lt;br /&gt;and in the sun, independentand free. You can be a bit distant with people,&lt;br /&gt;preferring the company ofanimals over people, which isn't always the best&lt;br /&gt;thing. You can be kind andsweet, but not many see that side of you as you&lt;br /&gt;often have misunderstandingswith people. You are very go-with-the-flow sort of&lt;br /&gt;person and usually try toavoid fights even if it means changing your opinion&lt;br /&gt;or belief. Still, you areyou look your best actually without make-up and in&lt;br /&gt;casual clothes. Very few cansay that. Be proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Some ThingsThat Represent You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Element:&lt;/b&gt;Earth, Wind &lt;b&gt;Animal:&lt;/b&gt; Horse &lt;b&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green, Purple, Earth Tones &lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt;The Memory Of Trees by Enya &lt;b&gt;Expression:&lt;/b&gt; Cool&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gemstone:&lt;/b&gt;Emerald &lt;b&gt;Mythological Creature:&lt;/b&gt; Fairy, Elf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Planet:&lt;/b&gt; Earth &lt;b&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/b&gt; Brown &lt;b&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/b&gt; Bright Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote: &lt;/b&gt;"Horses love me. Cowboys fear me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/Jai16/quizzes/Where%20Does%20Your%20Beauty%20Lie%3F%20..%3A%3AOriginal%20Pictures%20Are%20Back!%20Detailed%20Results%3A%3A"&gt;Where Does Your Beauty Lie? ..::Original Pictures Are Back! Detailed Results::..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't have very long to write this, but I just wanted to get something in before school this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mmm...you know what inspires me most in this world, as an artist? Two things: nature, and music. When I'm writing something, it's usualy inspired my a song or my something I've seen outside...Like fanfiction, for instance. Depending on the song, I might write about Zutara, or I might write about Yuna or Tidus or Rikku, Or Yuffie, or even Yuffentine. Sometimes I'll write about all of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the world of art, the possibilities are &lt;em&gt;endless. &lt;/em&gt;It's such a wonderful feeling of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's all I can say for now, but I'll more than likely return after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Much love everyone. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21440363-113931762289067146?l=rainandriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/feeds/113931762289067146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21440363&amp;postID=113931762289067146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113931762289067146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113931762289067146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-beauty-liesin-nature.html' title=''/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17183540490927684199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f87/gambitia_avatar/cfa45b3c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21440363.post-113923049486839672</id><published>2006-02-06T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:37:42.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The Road Less Traveled" src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/Jai16/1099434196_cs10021598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You take the Road Less Traveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who ants to go where everyone else has already gone&lt;br /&gt;anyway? You look for the hidden paths, ones most don't see and don't care to&lt;br /&gt;venture down. You go boldly and stand proud discontent with what's been put in&lt;br /&gt;front of you, determined to find a way perfect for you even no one else will take it&lt;br /&gt;with you. You live as you want and not for others, but be careful not become&lt;br /&gt;selfish. Others may need youand you should be there for them, especially the&lt;br /&gt;ones close to you. You tend to be the leader in most situations and people listen&lt;br /&gt;and trust you not lead thema stray. Your firm in your opinions and beliefs and&lt;br /&gt;unwilling to change yourself to suit other people. By the same token, you can be&lt;br /&gt;stubborn to a fault, change isn't always a bad thing you know. Everyone changes&lt;br /&gt;and grows, you shouldn't try to stay exactly the same or you could be left&lt;br /&gt;behind. Then again, you may change frequently. Some people change to fit in, you my&lt;br /&gt;little non-conformist, may change to be set apart. It's great to be different,&lt;br /&gt;but it's also just as great to have things in common with people, even if those&lt;br /&gt;people are in that "crowd" you seem to have a vendetta against. Don't try to&lt;br /&gt;be different, just be who you are, whoever that is and you'll be unique all on&lt;br /&gt;your own. So make some time for people, let yourself blend into the crowd every&lt;br /&gt;once in awhile, you may just learn something about them and yourself you never&lt;br /&gt;knew before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/Jai16/quizzes/What%20Path%20Do%20You%20Take%20In%20Life%3F%20%5BX%5DFor%20Guys%20and%20Gals!%20Pics%20and%20Lengthy%20Results.%5BX%5D"&gt;What Path Do You Take In Life? [X]For Guys and Gals! Pics and Lengthy Results.[X]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;span%20style="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cool. :) That explination wasn't that bad, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Water" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075171798_izzesWater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is Water: Understanding, intelligent, quiet and calm. You know who you are and no one can change that. Usually quiet but only because your listening, don't let anyone think you haven't got an opinion! Your not quiet because your shy or sad, your usually quiet because you are thinking. Your answers are well planned and helpful so people generally seek your advice. Your the perfect balance between solitary and outgoing. But sometimes you need a little time to yourself to sort out your emotions and figure things out. You understand the phrase 'sticks and stone' and rarely let things get to you. What's that important for you to have to get so upset over? You know what you want out of life but are simply taking your time and enjoying things. To you your life is fine as it is, you can always change things later if you're not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.%3A-%7CWhat%20is%20your%20true%20element%3F%7C-%3A.%20-With%20Anime%20Pictures%20and%20detailed%20answers"&gt;.:-What is your true element?-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;span%20style="&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, I dunno about the quiet part, and the whole intelligence thing...is iffy. But I guess it kind of describes me...I suppose. I don't think it's my place to say whether it does or doesn't eitherway. I'll leave that to my friends and people I know. ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yo, I'm back. Ugh. Math must die. And Geography must also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Er...that's all. My life isn't exactly eventful. -__-;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BBBBBLLLLLAAAAAAHHHHHHZZZZ.....Meh. Just some randomness before I go to school this lovely--OMGITISSOEFFING&lt;em&gt;COLD&lt;/em&gt;RIGHTNOW--morning, ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is all I'm gonna put up for now. When I get home from school I'll probably post some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Later loves. ♥&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/21440363-113923049486839672?l=rainandriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/feeds/113923049486839672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21440363&amp;postID=113923049486839672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113923049486839672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113923049486839672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/2006/02/edit-you-take-road-less-traveled.html' title=''/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17183540490927684199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f87/gambitia_avatar/cfa45b3c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21440363.post-113891746733929609</id><published>2006-02-02T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:26:33.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="WHITE" src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rosemckay/1114654176_sktopwhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITES are motivated by PEACE, seek independence and require kindness. They resist confrontation at all costs. (Feeling good is more important than being good.) They are typically quiet by nature, they process things very deeply and objectively, and they are by far the best listeners of all the colors. They respect people who are kind, but recoil from perceived hostility or verbal battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITES need their quiet independence and refuse to be controlled by others. WHITES want to do things their own way, in their own time. They ask little of others, and resent others demanding much of them. WHITES are much stronger than people think because they dont reveal their feelings. WHITES are kind, non-discriminate, patient and can be&lt;br /&gt;indecisive, timid, and silently stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you deal with a WHITE, be kind, accept (and support) their individuality, and look for nonverbal clues to their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/rosemckay/quizzes/What%20Color%20Are%20You%3F"&gt;What Color Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=56&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8c7b654)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/KI/KIT/KittyStix/1138773225_aylorWhite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are white. You are very unique and very pure and you love helping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/KittyStix/quizzes/What%20color%20should%20your%20eyes%20be%3F%20"&gt;What color should your eyes be? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=56&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;GEEZ, I'M NOT ALBINO. WHAT'S WITH ALL THE FREAKING WHITE?! O___&lt; *twitch*&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/21440363-113891746733929609?l=rainandriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/feeds/113891746733929609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21440363&amp;postID=113891746733929609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113891746733929609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113891746733929609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/2006/02/whites-are-motivated-by-peace-seek.html' title=''/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17183540490927684199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f87/gambitia_avatar/cfa45b3c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21440363.post-113831397474873676</id><published>2006-01-26T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:28:49.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nothing much to report. Just a regular old day. *nod nod*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Much love. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just read the latest chapter of Viki So's story, "Captured" and...HOLY SHIZNIT, THAT WAS EFFING &lt;em&gt;INCREDIBLE.&lt;/em&gt; O_____________O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21440363-113831397474873676?l=rainandriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/feeds/113831397474873676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21440363&amp;postID=113831397474873676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113831397474873676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113831397474873676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-much-to-report.html' title=''/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17183540490927684199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f87/gambitia_avatar/cfa45b3c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21440363.post-113819298943066665</id><published>2006-01-24T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:27:23.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avatar: the Last Airbender--My analysis on the ZukoxKatara ship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Zuko and Katara just click. There's something about them that pulls you in, leaving you hungry, but delightfully so. It's alluring. It's challenging. It's mysterious, it's forbidden, it's...beautifully disastrous. You say that if Zutara would happen, ATLA would turn into a soap opera. Well, if Katang happened, the show would be too sweet. Too unreal. The hero and the heroine falling in love in the end is just not...appealing. Sure it's adorable, and in some cases (like in other shows or in video games) it works, but honestly. If THEY got together it would totally exceed "Soap Opera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Katang isn't strong enough. Too much silk. It's pretty and soft but it's just too &lt;em&gt;delicate&lt;/em&gt;. You can't take any chances with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And I know what you other shippers are thinking. ‘How is Zutara any better?’ That’s just the thing. Zutara isn’t any better. No. It’s the opposite of better. It’s a fractured, shattered love. It bleeds. But that’s what makes it so &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;, because nothing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Broken. But at the same time...unbreakable. It’s imperfection is what makes it strong. It takes all these hits then rises with a shimmering hope that refuses to die. Zuko and Katara contradict everything they were taught to believe...and accept what it is they are &lt;em&gt;meant&lt;/em&gt; to believe. What is that you ask? It’s that every soul is meant to exist in peace. The elements existed peacefully once. They can sure as hell do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;People keep saying Zuko and Katara have nothing in common. That is a lie and you know it. They both have something they’re fighting for, they both know what it’s like to loose something precious to them. They know what it’s like to be looked down upon because of who you are. They never give up. They’re both hot headed (this, of course, applies to Zuko more than it does Katara). They both rise to the challenge when underestimated.. They love passionately. They’re fierce. They are compassionate. You can’t keep them down. There are so many things that connect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Another thing I’d like to bring up is how people perceive Zuko. A lot people say that he’s some horny, abusive teenager. I find that highly offensive. Zuko is not horny and he is most definitely not abusive. He is hot headed, that’s for sure, and he’s most definitely angsty. But he is an honorable man (yes, I said &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt;). His is righteous. He would never hurt a woman unless he &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This, my friends, leads me to your theories about Zuko’s actions while he’s around Katara. In the Waterbending Scroll, I would like to point out that Zuko was surprisingly gentle with Katara. But that’s not necessarily because he likes her. Like I said before, he is honorable. Not only that, but Zuko is extremely compassionate. Katara’s necklace obviously meant &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; to her. Zuko saw that. He saw that it was more than just some fashion statement. He could probably tell it held a very special place in her heart. That’s probably the only reason why he didn’t destroy it. He &lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt; what it’s like to loose something precious to you, as I said before. He understood, and he was merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He understood &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Now, in the Finale (I forget the episode’s name), they dueled. Which was very KICK-ASS, by the way. xD But I honestly think Zuko could’ve done WAAAAAY more damage to Katara and vise-versa. Why? Because they don’t want to cause one another pain. Why? Because they’ve been through so much of it themselves, inflicting it on others wouldn’t be right. Or honorable. But, if Zuko threatens to ruin everything the Avatar’s group has worked for, Katara will get serious. Because she is extremely faithful. Zuko, on the other hand, might not. Right now, he’s confused about what he believes in, and his faith is wavering. He’s reconsidering the truth, and he’s wondering ‘Is this honorable?’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fire and water. One cannot exist without the other, for all life would perish if even only one was gone. The sun and the moon are two completely different planets, yet they share the same light. Zuko and Katara are opposites, yes, but not completely. Imperfect, yet strong. Broken yet whole. Bleeding yet alive with hope that is indestructible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Zutara is not better. It’s not perfect. It just is, and frankly, that's just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21440363-113819298943066665?l=rainandriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/feeds/113819298943066665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21440363&amp;postID=113819298943066665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113819298943066665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113819298943066665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/2006/01/avatar-last-airbender-my-analysis-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17183540490927684199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f87/gambitia_avatar/cfa45b3c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21440363.post-113811244263399173</id><published>2006-01-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:25:03.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SQUEEE, I have a new blog. Dude, I have one on Live Journal too, but I seriously like this one better. You get way more options--without having to pay! Now THERE'S something to squee over. Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, today &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; don't jave to go to school! Why? Becuase my class is going skiing, and I don't have the right equipment to go with them. Bummer, I know. I was actually really looking forward to it, but oh well. at least I get to stay home and just sleep and eat and read and spend some quality time with my Playstation. *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....KINGDOM HEARTS 2 IS COMING OUT IN MARCH!! *spaz* I'VE CHOOSEN MY GRAD DRESS AND &lt;strong&gt;THE SQUEEFULNES OMIGOSH THE SQUEEFULNESS&lt;/strong&gt;. *flail* DIRGE OF CERBERUS IS COMING OUT THIS YEAR. I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY WHEN, BUT IT'S COMING, AND THAT MAKES ME EXTREMELY HAPPY. *spazflailspaz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just had to get that off my chest. ^^; And I suppose that's all I'll say for now. I might put some more stuff in later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21440363-113811244263399173?l=rainandriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/feeds/113811244263399173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21440363&amp;postID=113811244263399173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113811244263399173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21440363/posts/default/113811244263399173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainandriver.blogspot.com/2006/01/squeee-i-have-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17183540490927684199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f87/gambitia_avatar/cfa45b3c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
