<?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-3502896462190208699</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:17:15.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog of wonders - Aisha's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502896462190208699.post-2325704765884977401</id><published>2011-02-02T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T07:22:37.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi and Bye!</title><content type='html'>This is Aisha. But now,I'm not little, I'm 9 and I'm going to turn 10 in 2 months. It is 2011! Ya! BRING IT ON!!!! &lt;br /&gt;     So, um... Hi??? Life is Good. HAHAHA! I mean, me and mommy are going to the "LIG Store."(To buy our cousins presents...and get stuff for ourselves)&lt;br /&gt;                                Ummm...BYE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-2325704765884977401?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/2325704765884977401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=2325704765884977401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/2325704765884977401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/2325704765884977401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi-and-bye.html' title='Hi and Bye!'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-5172591536017491114</id><published>2009-12-10T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:25:15.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random words</title><content type='html'>as i like bannanas i like fruit too roll my sock fluffy love Jake loves meaty fur furry gone say sweet dreams pinch me yay i eat stuff BOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-5172591536017491114?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/5172591536017491114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=5172591536017491114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/5172591536017491114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/5172591536017491114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-words.html' title='random words'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-2199285071031983797</id><published>2009-12-09T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:11:25.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The robin and the fox</title><content type='html'>Long ago, when no machinery was in this world, there lived a bright, cheerful, forest. But Felia, a keen fox, always distured other animals.&lt;br /&gt;One morning, Felia went to Ron the robin's tree. She scratched on the bark, destroying the tree. "Don't do that!" Ron cried, "you are destroying my tree!"&lt;br /&gt;But Felia would not stop. Then she stopped. She gave a sly smile as she saw what she did to the tree. It was torn, and was wobbling unsteadily. And that is what Felia  loved to do. Destroy. And Felia did that to every tree she saw. That is why we are running out of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-2199285071031983797?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/2199285071031983797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=2199285071031983797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/2199285071031983797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/2199285071031983797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2009/12/robin-and-fox.html' title='The robin and the fox'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-2856519557254623186</id><published>2009-11-13T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:47:46.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle</title><content type='html'>intro: &lt;br /&gt;"This is a poem I made in school about Diwali. Think about candles on Diwali night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             warmth&lt;br /&gt;                        orange, yellow&lt;br /&gt;                      hugging and dancing&lt;br /&gt;                   together, higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;             loving, caring candle, *crakle,crakle*&lt;br /&gt;            On October's special night, quiet candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ONE MORE WORD ON EACH LINE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-2856519557254623186?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/2856519557254623186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=2856519557254623186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/2856519557254623186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/2856519557254623186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2009/11/candle.html' title='Candle'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-2757209901359008733</id><published>2009-11-11T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:47:47.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yell</title><content type='html'>Maybe I was wrong. But then, so was mommy. why should she yell about your first time washing your face? So I talked to her. and she understood. why couldnt she have understood from the begining?( ANSWER MOMMY!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-2757209901359008733?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/2757209901359008733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=2757209901359008733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/2757209901359008733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/2757209901359008733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2009/11/yell.html' title='yell'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502896462190208699.post-4322623041709640293</id><published>2009-09-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:27:22.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Time!</title><content type='html'>Getting up from bed isn't a pretty scene... you shouldn't know about it. Anyway, I was in the bathroom, flushing the toilet and I looked out the window and I saw Two HUGE turkeys. So, without brushing my teeth,(I did wash my hands, though)I hurried out of the bathroom and began to look for the camera. When I found it, I went downstairs and bumped right into my mom. "Where are you going with that camera?", she asked. When I told her about the turkeys she looked outside and saw a dozen turkeys on our deck! My mom screamed and Anaya asked, "What are you screaming about?". She came to look outside and she saw the turkey parade! She yelled, "Take a picture! Take one now!" So I slipped on my sneakers and cautiously stepped on the deck. The turkeys looked around and went back to what they were doing. &lt;br /&gt;After I took a few pictures one by one they flew to the ground. Then I stepped down stair by stair finally getting down to the backyard. taking pictures and lots of videos and as a sad finally they crossed the street. I collected one of their feathers and went inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-4322623041709640293?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/4322623041709640293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=4322623041709640293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/4322623041709640293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/4322623041709640293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2009/09/turkey-time.html' title='Turkey Time!'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502896462190208699.post-7983330111722631413</id><published>2009-08-13T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:51:46.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Washington Hotel</title><content type='html'>It all started in the car. Crying. Mommy had a meeting so she couldn't come for my play. I was crying...it was decided. She couldn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, we started our drive to New Hampshire. When I heard we were at the hotel, I couldn't believe my eyes! It was a mansion. A Paradise. It was HUGE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a golf course; a tennis court; a volley-ball net; an outdoor swimming pool; an indoor swimming pool; a HUGE porch; we even had to wear a dress to dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two and a half days, I wondered why I told mommy not to have that meeting! After all, If she had not gone for the meeting, we would not be here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-7983330111722631413?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/7983330111722631413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=7983330111722631413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/7983330111722631413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/7983330111722631413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2009/08/mt-washington-hotel.html' title='Mt. Washington Hotel'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-4460927453262561251</id><published>2008-12-21T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:43:30.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wii Surprise - By Aisha Tipnis</title><content type='html'>AUTHOR'S NOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear My Great Fans /or/ Just People Who Came Across This Blog To Read,&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been given a good surprise? I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Personal Narrative ( story about someone and that author is the someone) is about my sister and I playing in the basement when we heard a noise. Find out what the sound was in this story.so...&lt;br /&gt;ENTER IF YOU DARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were playing "skydiving" in the basement. "Anaya! Aisha! Come look! What is it now, Daddy?", I asked bored. "Yeah, why do you have to disturb us? We're playing skydiving", Anaya agreed. "Alright, I'll bring it down." Daddy replied. 30 seconds later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow Daddy, you're right! It really was worth it!", we yelled. Wii Sports and Ravin' Rabbits. We always wanted it. The 5'th best day in my life!(or 7'th.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              EPILOGUE: &lt;br /&gt;From then on life was better. Life. was. better. I hope you heard that correctly because I'm not going to repeat it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-4460927453262561251?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/4460927453262561251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=4460927453262561251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/4460927453262561251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/4460927453262561251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2008/12/wii-surprise-by-aisha-tipnis.html' title='The Wii Surprise - By Aisha Tipnis'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-4439611254177573078</id><published>2008-12-20T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:53:53.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 7th Birthday (not Birthday party My Birthday)</title><content type='html'>"ZZZZZ...HUH!?" I suddenly woke up to a sound of: "Wake up, wake up Aisha! Its your birthday!" A smile suddenly spread through my face like a wave washing against the shore. "If this mountain is bigger than you, your not 7. Who's 'at? PIZZA GUY! C'mon Anaya, I know its you. Then why did you ask?" Anaya retorted. "Because, then, I didnt know", I concluded. Anaya shrugged. "Well let's see 'bout that mountain."(You don't have to know what I mean by mountain... I was bigger than the mountan.)"You're 7!!!" Anaya cried out in glee. "So? Duh", I said. "C'mon", Anaya said happily. "Ma made pancakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THIS COULD BE ANOTHER  BEST BIRTHDAY YET!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you read my other stories, it always ends with "This could be the best ____________ yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-4439611254177573078?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/4439611254177573078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=4439611254177573078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/4439611254177573078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/4439611254177573078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-7th-birthday-not-birthday-party-my.html' title='My 7th Birthday (not Birthday party My Birthday)'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-346739924391370465</id><published>2008-10-26T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:18:47.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Dream</title><content type='html'>I was walking with you down the road. Suddenly, I saw a one inch alien. I looked it up in my all about aliens book. Hey, Anaya! I called. The aliens are called "tiyrins" I said. Hey is for horses Aisha, not people. Excuse me, But look at the size of the aliens!!!!!!! They were one inch tall, with a cm. wide eyes, they had tiny little coats on their tiny little bodies. we want food. wee want foood, they chanted. I have a plan, I said. what is it? you said. RUN!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! we shrieked! Suddenly, we started to float to heaven where the great spirit was waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiyrins you see have invaded the Earth. Skies to dirt. They want food. To get rid of them you must be kind, you must be helpful. So, we followed the great spirit's instruction. we went down to Earth, we let the tiyrins come home with us. we gave them food, water and let them share our beds. After a few days, one of the oldest tiyrins spoke to us.  You are being very kind and we are very grateful. We shall be leaving now. We have no business here and thank you very much. Good bye and fare well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goooodbyeeeee, shouted all the tiyrins in tiny little voices.  Five four three two one....Blast Off!!! off they were in space. Actually, we were crying to see them go even though they were sharing most of our things, they were really nice. Oh well, we slouched back home. We gasped! There was a tiny little tiyrin in the sink taking a bath.  I like  you  guys so I decided to stay.  I woke up.                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Well, that's it. you were probably expecting more, weren't you? but that is it, so don't tell me to write more, got it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         -Me, Aisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-346739924391370465?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/346739924391370465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502896462190208699.post-7027995326624118137</id><published>2008-10-09T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:27:47.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roses are red2...</title><content type='html'>roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;you like me,&lt;br /&gt;and I like me, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-7027995326624118137?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/7027995326624118137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=7027995326624118137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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writing this poem,&lt;br /&gt;at the zoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-8710063027999021814?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/8710063027999021814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=8710063027999021814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/8710063027999021814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/8710063027999021814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2008/10/roses-are-red.html' title='Roses are red.......'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-2329585086011157930</id><published>2008-10-09T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:14:53.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little miss pock</title><content type='html'>little Miss Pock,&lt;br /&gt;sat on a rock,&lt;br /&gt;happily staring at space,&lt;br /&gt;she bought some socks,&lt;br /&gt;to warm up her feet,&lt;br /&gt;but then she stared in shock.&lt;br /&gt;-aisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-2329585086011157930?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502896462190208699.post-6745754607546086445</id><published>2008-10-08T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:38:24.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird poem</title><content type='html'>at wizarding school &lt;br /&gt;everything is cool&lt;br /&gt;so is your pumpkin's weight&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go &lt;br /&gt;you're proud to show&lt;br /&gt;how good you know&lt;br /&gt;to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -aisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-6745754607546086445?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/6745754607546086445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502896462190208699.post-3951126336763605591</id><published>2008-10-08T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:36:17.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xc, cc</title><content type='html'>xc, cc is writing,&lt;br /&gt;xc, cc is not fighting,&lt;br /&gt;you can't tell what's gonna happen,&lt;br /&gt;be aware surprises happen.&lt;br /&gt;   - aisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-3951126336763605591?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/3951126336763605591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>My first time at Build a Bear</title><content type='html'>I was there at Build a Bear. My first time! I found a perfect skin, hippopotimus skin. The colors were pinkish white, aqua, and lilac. Hey! you know what? maybe that is a great name for her, lilac! I stuffed it and I groomed it. It was finally time to pick out the clothes! I picked a Red Sox T-shirt and red shorts(the real weather is winter) Pink sketchers shoes with straps. I even got to make her birth certificate. It was time to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her along. I love her. She is my #1 stuffed friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-3452224538534975808?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/3452224538534975808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=3452224538534975808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/3452224538534975808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/3452224538534975808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-first-time-at-build-bear.html' title='My first time at Build a Bear'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-4571658556883389062</id><published>2007-11-26T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:00:31.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My  favorite  authors</title><content type='html'>These are my favorite authors...Erin Hunter, J.K Rowling, Mary Pope Osborne, Robert Munscch, Helene Desputeaux, Jan Berenstain, Bill Watterson,Vera B.Williams, and Tomie Depaola. and that is it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-4571658556883389062?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/4571658556883389062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=4571658556883389062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/4571658556883389062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/4571658556883389062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-favirite-authors.html' title='My  favorite  authors'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-6584891465874279802</id><published>2007-11-26T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:18:13.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The  people in  my  family</title><content type='html'>Me.(Of course.)Anaya.(My sister.)My mom.My dad.Nani.(My grandmother.)Nana.(My grandfather.)And many more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-6584891465874279802?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/6584891465874279802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=6584891465874279802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/6584891465874279802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/6584891465874279802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-in-my-family.html' title='The  people in  my  family'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-4075531148028847408</id><published>2007-11-25T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:25:20.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day of first grade</title><content type='html'>I woke up in the morning excited. It was the FIRST DAY OF FIRST GRADE! I got out of bed and went into the bathroom and did my morning routine. Like brushing my teeth and going to the bathroom. I went downstairs for breakfast. My family was at the table. I had cereal for breakfast. My sister was reading at the couch. My dad said hello, goodmorning. I got my backpack ready and got things for the school year. it was GREAT! Finally, something hard to do. We went into the car. It was a BIG crowd in the playground. I kept on looking for my teacher and asked a teacher, "where is Miss Allison?" A teacher said, "Miss Allison is not out yet." "Aww", I said. I waited at the backdoor. I saw Miss Allison!! She was holding a sign that said Miss Allison. I went into the line and said bye to my dad. All my classmates came and lined up. Well here we go said Miss Allison. I was finally in first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the hall. It was crowded. Its going to be a great year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-4075531148028847408?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/4075531148028847408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=4075531148028847408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/4075531148028847408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/4075531148028847408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-day-of-first-grade.html' title='The first day of first grade'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-1821794098312793986</id><published>2007-11-25T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:20:16.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me !</title><content type='html'>This is me . I love chocolate.I love my family.I rake leaves with my sister Anaya.we make a big pile of leaves!I help my mom make banana bread.(I spill a lot of things.)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             THIS IS ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-1821794098312793986?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/1821794098312793986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=1821794098312793986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/1821794098312793986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/1821794098312793986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-me.html' title='this is me !'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-5814509219943626929</id><published>2007-11-05T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:23:17.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister, Anaya</title><content type='html'>A finishing homework fan.&lt;br /&gt;                  She dances while I eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;                        She hogs the couch.&lt;br /&gt;                       She is good at math.&lt;br /&gt;                    She tickles me( I am very ticklish)&lt;br /&gt;          I love her sometimes..........but sometimes not.&lt;br /&gt;                        We are always family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-5814509219943626929?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/5814509219943626929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=5814509219943626929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/5814509219943626929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/5814509219943626929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-sister-anaya.html' title='My sister, Anaya'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-5095476589213081029</id><published>2007-07-29T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:25:04.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't matter if your ......</title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter if your broken. It doesn't matter if your not broken. It doesn't matter if you speak different languages.It doesn't matter if your sad, mad, or glad.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if your different in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       THE END?.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-5095476589213081029?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/5095476589213081029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=5095476589213081029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/5095476589213081029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/5095476589213081029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-doesnt-matter-if-your.html' title='it doesn&apos;t matter if your ......'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-5896347582134560096</id><published>2007-07-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:24:49.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the  kiss</title><content type='html'>once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a castle, a witch who lived in ghost town and her servants with her. both of them were enemies. The king and the queen of the good said to have a war. So, they had a war, witch's side had a team that was really big. The princess's team had only 3 people and the witch killed the king and queen. the princess gave them a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-5896347582134560096?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/5896347582134560096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=5896347582134560096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/5896347582134560096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/5896347582134560096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2007/07/kiss.html' title='the  kiss'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502896462190208699.post-7398464087354963701</id><published>2007-07-04T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:59:40.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>Spring &lt;br /&gt;In spring time, flowers bloom. butterflies come and bees buzz. its a very nice season but don't get stung. &lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;In summer time, you should go in the sprinklers so you don't be sweating. Put on sunscreen so you don't get burned by the hot sun. &lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;In fall time, the leaves change color and they begin to fall. Such a poor season for the trees. &lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;In winter time, there is no leaves at all. just white sparkly snow. we get to build snowman and thats the fun about it and a whole new year of seasons begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-7398464087354963701?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/7398464087354963701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=7398464087354963701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/7398464087354963701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/7398464087354963701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2007/07/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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-3502896462190208699.post-1508195269848819442</id><published>2007-03-15T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:34:53.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A princess in a castle</title><content type='html'>once there lived a princess in a bright pink and purple red castle. she loved it very much but her castle was too tall. she could never get down. but, at the end you'll find out the legend. so, on we go with the story. A prince came up. He said, "rupenzal, rupenzal throw down your hair" But she thought, ''throw down your underwear''!! Then he saw another princeses in the tower. Her name was Beauty. Next he said to Beauty, "throw down your hair''! she thought he said, "pancake batter". Beauty shouted from up above it's better cooked ya' know!'' Then.............he saw another princess named Rachel. Then he said "Rachel, Rachel throw down one of your hair". But she thought he said throw down some wine. Then, he saw another princess named "End of the Story". So, then he asked the "End of the Story", "Do you want to complete a little more detail"? She said, "Sure, shouldn't I"? Then, the prince rode around the place and saw a maid he fell in love with - and they married and lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502896462190208699-1508195269848819442?l=aishatipnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/feeds/1508195269848819442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502896462190208699&amp;postID=1508195269848819442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/1508195269848819442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502896462190208699/posts/default/1508195269848819442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishatipnis.blogspot.com/2007/03/princess-in-castle.html' title='A princess in a castle'/><author><name>Aisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16520114001189028225</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></feed>
