<?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-8249191408531995207</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:05:47.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Krishnans</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Hari Krishnan and this is my Blog. I am a fourth standard student at Bhavens in Kerala, India.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hari Krishnan's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704318779556980576</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249191408531995207.post-436930635979916496</id><published>2008-07-19T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:05:42.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is about the story of flying. Orville and Wilbur were the Wright brothers. They built the first planes. Many of the planes needed air to fly and now also planes like gliders need air to fly. At that time also engine planes were there. The Wright brothers lived in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. All the time they were studying about flying .The first engine plane was also built by the Wright brothers. First it was Wilbur’s turn but he crashed. Then in 1903, it was Orville’s turn. The plane took off but the take off was not easy. For that they had built a special track. Then people built planes with cars engines. This is how planes were made.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249191408531995207-436930635979916496?l=harivinayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/feeds/436930635979916496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249191408531995207&amp;postID=436930635979916496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/436930635979916496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/436930635979916496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/2008/07/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Hari Krishnan's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704318779556980576</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249191408531995207.post-7546050754834943326</id><published>2008-07-03T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:03:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Food is the most important thing that helps us to grow. The morning breakfast is the most important food of all that we eat. There are different types of food like cereals , pulses, vegetables and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fruits. Rice and wheat are cereals. Dals are pulses.Junk foods are bad for health. Vegetables are common in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Everyone needs food to live. We can’t eat the same food if given every-day yet we have to eat what is given to us. If we eat junk food all the time we will become fat and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;get diseases like diabetes. If we drink milk before we go to bed we will get more healthy the next day. Elder people should not also force children to eat food. We should not waste food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249191408531995207-7546050754834943326?l=harivinayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7546050754834943326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249191408531995207&amp;postID=7546050754834943326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/7546050754834943326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/7546050754834943326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/2008/07/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Hari Krishnan's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704318779556980576</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249191408531995207.post-7086025711107390607</id><published>2008-06-23T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:51:52.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new class</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;My new class is&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;D. It is in a block named&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;V Raman block.My class is in the second floor.This year the&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;class-room is very neat.The strength of the class is 46 whereas it was 45 in 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; standard. The main difference between the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; and 4 th standards is in the teachers.The class-teacher is taking Hindi. Her name is Aswathy. She does not scold anyone. She is not very strict.We don’t have an assistant class teacher this year.The Malayalam teacher is very strict. We have PT only for two days&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in a week. One extra child has joined this year. In all, drawing is my favourite subject. I chose Yoga in Fine Arts.It is easy to study in 4th.I love my new class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249191408531995207-7086025711107390607?l=harivinayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7086025711107390607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249191408531995207&amp;postID=7086025711107390607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/7086025711107390607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/7086025711107390607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-class.html' title='My new class'/><author><name>Hari Krishnan's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704318779556980576</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249191408531995207.post-1079137330516547047</id><published>2008-06-16T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:29:41.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India my country</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is my country.It is the seventh largest country in the world.It has 28 states and almost 500 distrcts.There are 16 recognised religious languages in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has got many religions such as Hindus, Christians, Muslims,Sikhs and Budhists.India is the second most populous country in the world and the first one is &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. President of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is Prathibha Patil and Primeminister is Dr Manmohan Singh. &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s captal is &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. The other important cities in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are Mumbai, Chennai, Kolkatta and Bangalore.There are three important rivers in India Ganga, &lt;st1:place&gt;Brahmaputra&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Bharathapuzha.India’s national flower is lotus,national bird is peacock and national animal is tiger. India’s national anthem is Jana Gana Mana.There are three important seas surrounding India-Indian Ocean in the South,Bay of Bengal in the East and Arabian Sea in the west.In the north Himalayas are there.India got independence on August 15 th 1947,Mahathma Gandhi is the father of our nation who brought independence to India.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249191408531995207-1079137330516547047?l=harivinayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1079137330516547047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249191408531995207&amp;postID=1079137330516547047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/1079137330516547047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/1079137330516547047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/2008/06/india-my-country.html' title='India my country'/><author><name>Hari Krishnan's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704318779556980576</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249191408531995207.post-6613999893878755431</id><published>2008-06-08T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:52:43.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A potter's wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am a potter. I wanted to make pots that would not break. Last night Lord Shiva appeared in my dreams and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;asked &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me if I really want to make pots that would not break. I was sure I wanted to &amp;amp; then he granted my wish. The next day I made a clay pot &amp;amp; banged it against a wall .The pot did not break. So I ran around telling everyone that I could make unbreakable pots. After a few days only fewer people&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;came to buy pots. It was then I realized my &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mistake. One night lord Shiva again appeared and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;said: “Why are you looking sad ?” “ I have realized my mistake my Lord. Please &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;take the boon &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;back Oh! Lord” &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Lord granted my wish.&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249191408531995207-6613999893878755431?l=harivinayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6613999893878755431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249191408531995207&amp;postID=6613999893878755431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/6613999893878755431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/6613999893878755431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/2008/06/potters-wish.html' title='A potter&apos;s wish'/><author><name>Hari Krishnan's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704318779556980576</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249191408531995207.post-1528017371195493260</id><published>2008-05-30T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:20:19.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luvy's Bravery - A Short Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Luvy was a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;careless&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;deer. His&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mother&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Harani&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;scared&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luvy&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;will&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fall&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;big&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;trouble .So&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;she took him to his uncle Hariraj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Brother, Luvy has become very careless and I thought that your &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;knowledge would help him."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; "Sure sister" .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Luvy stayed &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with his uncle from &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that day onwards. Luvy got up early in morning and learned new tricks every day. When Luvy had learned all the tricks it was time to go home. So Hariraj took him to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Thankyou brother - Now luvy can take care of him self"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next day luvy and his friend Sury were playing. Suddenly Luvy’s leg got caught in a hunters trap. Sury ran towards Harani. "Luvy’s trapped, Help!!" .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Harani ran to Hariraj. "Brother - Luvy’s trapped. We have to help"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Dont panic sister. now is the time to test his skils." They went to the place where luvy was trapped . Luvy was thinking what he should do. He remembered uncle asking him to lay still and stiff as if he was dead. So that is what he did. When the hunter Balu came he said  "oh! What a nice deer I have trapped .oops like he’s dead" -  the hunter removed the trap . "oh this deer must have been dead for long. I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;should cook it before it gets spoilt ".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the hunter went to pick up some woods, Luvy jumped up and ran to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- THE&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;END -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249191408531995207-1528017371195493260?l=harivinayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1528017371195493260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249191408531995207&amp;postID=1528017371195493260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/1528017371195493260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/1528017371195493260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/luvys-bravery-short-story.html' title='Luvy&apos;s Bravery - A Short Story'/><author><name>Hari Krishnan's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704318779556980576</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249191408531995207.post-199258598860557492</id><published>2008-05-30T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:52:34.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Subject</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;English is my favorite subject. I like to study English. I like English because it is easy to read and write. From first standard onwards, I had English texts and notebooks. But when I came to higher classes, English was really tough. Still, I like English. My English teacher's name is Miss Deepa. English is very interesting. There are three English books - course book, work book and literature book. All the subjects are fun. But English is the most fun. They believe Maths is the king of subjects, but I say English is the King of Subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249191408531995207-199258598860557492?l=harivinayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/feeds/199258598860557492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249191408531995207&amp;postID=199258598860557492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/199258598860557492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/199258598860557492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-favorite-subject.html' title='My Favorite Subject'/><author><name>Hari Krishnan's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704318779556980576</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249191408531995207.post-6147280708057594683</id><published>2008-05-29T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:05:59.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up</title><content type='html'>When I grow up, I want to be a Pilot. Some pilots fly passenger planes and some fly fighter planes. I like both. Pilots have to do a lot of hard work. They wont be able to sleep every night. They need to be very careful when flying the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to be a pilot, I should not ruin my eyes. For that, I should not watch TV or computer for more than two hours a day. I should also not look at the sun for even a minute. We should lot of vegetables, like carrots, for our eyes to be sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cannot be a pilot, I would like to be a forest officer. Forest officers protect forests and animals. Sometimes, some animals attack us. But still we should not hurt them. Forest officers have to buy and store food and other important things, because they cannot go shopping all the time. If some animal needs help at night, the forest officer has to get a flashlight and go out to help the hurt animal. So he has to be very brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I want to be a pilot or a forest officer, I need to study well and get good marks. I should also play and exercise and look after my health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249191408531995207-6147280708057594683?l=harivinayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6147280708057594683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249191408531995207&amp;postID=6147280708057594683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/6147280708057594683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249191408531995207/posts/default/6147280708057594683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harivinayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up'/><author><name>Hari Krishnan's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704318779556980576</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
