<?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-4836849566374013353</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:23:47.662Z</updated><category term='wild imagination'/><title type='text'>outrage</title><subtitle type='html'>No matter how much you lie to the world there is always one person who knows the truth and can't be hidden.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836849566374013353.post-6680697195266098520</id><published>2007-07-31T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T11:32:04.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wind singer!</title><summary type='text'>I read a book called wind singer by William Nicholson a yr ago and it was grt. Another book that made me addicted. The book was just what i crave for. Lots of adventure, though ordinary but courageous ppl , love, mystery, supernatural powers and good vs bad war going on. the characters just inspire me all the time p.s. i get inspired quite easily hehe:P.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6680697195266098520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=6680697195266098520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/6680697195266098520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/6680697195266098520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/07/wind-singer_31.html' title='wind singer!'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LX0Rf7xdcoo/Rq8PgKbU-NI/AAAAAAAAABM/URl1awgTXhA/s72-c/TheWindSinger%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836849566374013353.post-1177244215701110555</id><published>2007-07-28T16:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:17:36.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><summary type='text'>I looked outside the window, the rain was pouring down All I could see was wet ground I saw a sea gul flying in this weather The rain had no effect on it's feather It flew it's way towards the tree And disappeared in the arms of it. I could see noone outside in the park With all the clouds closing in, it looked dark suddenly i felt down and lost interest in everything all the stuff that seemed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1177244215701110555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=1177244215701110555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/1177244215701110555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/1177244215701110555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/07/nature_28.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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-4836849566374013353.post-3762753221816347490</id><published>2007-07-25T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:00:14.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><summary type='text'>All day long the sun was sad so it kept pouring down Just in a minute the tears started to collect in the ground moment by moment the tears started to swell up Moment by moment we kept getting locked up It's time to go home but seems like the road has disappeard Everywhere the swelling tears slowly appeared Can't walk through, the current's to high Can't stay inside as for the electricitywe can't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/3762753221816347490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=3762753221816347490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/3762753221816347490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/3762753221816347490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/07/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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-4836849566374013353.post-2828726655082636007</id><published>2007-07-22T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:13:14.980+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild imagination'/><title type='text'>wind singer</title><summary type='text'>the silent dark nights are turning beautiful these daysFrom time to time i hear the magical music of windsSometime it seems like it is dancing and humming the secret songsSo beautiful, feels like driven to distant imaginationthe music so addictive, feels like getting drowned in it's richnessIs it the nights or is it something elseI keep getting attracted to the music so mildThat melts all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2828726655082636007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=2828726655082636007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/2828726655082636007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/2828726655082636007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/07/wind-singer.html' title='wind singer'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LX0Rf7xdcoo/Rqtc6p33idI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y_UpGWDTEgE/s72-c/DSC04034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836849566374013353.post-5489094052000719414</id><published>2007-07-18T10:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T10:49:40.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, it's not my fault that you have to come my wayNo matter how much we fight, how much i mess up your dayGrow up as you shout it's not my fault that u start laughingSo, how am I suppose to know u're serious and not bluffing.As I read your mail, I got a hint you were not fineEven though you tried to hide it with the long linesSorry, it's not my fault that I knew itI always feel your vibes even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5489094052000719414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=5489094052000719414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/5489094052000719414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/5489094052000719414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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-4836849566374013353.post-3194791771813006939</id><published>2007-07-08T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:22:26.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip!</title><summary type='text'>It doesn't feel so good to be back home again, after that awesome biology trip. It was in the countryside studying abt the ecosystem. It was simply so grt. all the greenary and fresh air. And ofcourse away from parents and home. It took us 5 hours to reach there cause it was raining. But as soon as we reached there the tiredness of the trip was overcome by the beautiful scenery of that place, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/3194791771813006939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=3194791771813006939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/3194791771813006939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/3194791771813006939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-trip.html' title='My trip!'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LX0Rf7xdcoo/RpDlCaNYhSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xJtD_CuWFhM/s72-c/DSC03816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836849566374013353.post-6692391331255195925</id><published>2007-07-02T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:29:43.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a bad day!</title><summary type='text'>Today is/was such a bad day. I didn't felt like going to collage today cause i  was soooooooooo sleepy but actually went. WE had frees in the first and second periods so thought of going to sutton library. But my fren had a first lesson so we went in the end of first lesson. Normally it takes like 15 minutes to get the sutton library on bus but today it took us like 45 minutes. On top of that the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6692391331255195925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=6692391331255195925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/6692391331255195925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/6692391331255195925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/07/had-bad-day.html' title='Had a bad day!'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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-4836849566374013353.post-122050283474930901</id><published>2007-07-02T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:02:03.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And So it brings out the memories</title><summary type='text'>From time to time flashback of my pastComes like an occasional breeze that went so fastAll the moments we shared, from smile to laughterFrom down to tears are in my shelterAS I take a break from my lifeAnd so, it brings out the memories of my past.The golden days that has gone won't come back the only thing left is you, me and our freindshipAll those days seems like a dreamAnd with all that my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/122050283474930901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=122050283474930901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/122050283474930901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/122050283474930901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-so-it-brings-out-memories.html' title='And So it brings out the memories'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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-4836849566374013353.post-1658116457351942551</id><published>2007-07-01T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:49:36.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So i avoided</title><summary type='text'>Does being frank and friendly with someone means that you like that person?I don't think so! I talk with all of my frens in the same manner, there is no intention behind it except to enjoy the company. but why do poeple keep misunderstanding the fact and think there is something more? Recently i was talking to my fren, who was my classmate too, after a long time. I had no intention other than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1658116457351942551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=1658116457351942551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/1658116457351942551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/1658116457351942551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-i-avoided.html' title='So i avoided'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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-4836849566374013353.post-3577277679714220230</id><published>2007-06-30T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:39:40.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you for that</title><summary type='text'>Sorry you had to wait for meEven though I was on time, why did u come so early?I know even I was a bit earlyBut why were you so early?I saw you smiling right across from thereYou simply sitting and waving from the chairSorry I just gave you a kiss and didn't say a wordFor I was so happy that I couldn't find a word.Sorry I didn't get jealous enoughWhen you were smilling and talking to someoneCause</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/3577277679714220230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=3577277679714220230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/3577277679714220230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/3577277679714220230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-you-for-that.html' title='I love you for that'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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-4836849566374013353.post-9107147518387270355</id><published>2007-06-30T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:14:41.629+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild imagination'/><title type='text'>I wish You Were Here With Me!</title><summary type='text'>Somany times a moment I wish u were here with meEvery moment I dream, how it would beI keep seeing this nightmareWe falling apart here and thereEverything will be fine as you whisperBrings about a calm and the fear dissapear.The rain keeps pouring down as if it is crying with mesoaking the earth as I soak the heart of mineIt seems so pathetic but I can't help itThe mere feeling of loosing u makes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/9107147518387270355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=9107147518387270355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/9107147518387270355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/9107147518387270355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wish-you-were-here-with-me.html' title='I wish You Were Here With Me!'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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-4836849566374013353.post-310901505482751092</id><published>2007-06-29T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:41:04.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We had to stay and fight!</title><summary type='text'>today was rediculous. since the morning it was poring down like hell. so they had to cancell sports day. but who got affected we sixth formers. We were informed that there will be sports day and lesson will go on from 1st to 3rd only, after that we are free. But nooooooooooooooo! in the third lesson we were informed we will be having a normal lessons. just when we were abt to leave for home. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/310901505482751092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=310901505482751092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/310901505482751092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/310901505482751092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-had-to-stay-and-fight.html' title='We had to stay and fight!'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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-4836849566374013353.post-7440118060049288765</id><published>2007-06-28T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:14:23.395+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild imagination'/><title type='text'>Tears I shed</title><summary type='text'>I lived a life that had everythingAnything i want was there within a blinkI thought I had everything and was happyWhat i didnt knew was that I was crazyOne cannot have everything in lifeEven if one has, as the time goes by, so it fly.I never knew what I yern insideAlways followed what was set asideI always believed my family knows the best for meEven though the world don't know they know meI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7440118060049288765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=7440118060049288765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/7440118060049288765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/7440118060049288765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/06/tears-i-shed.html' title='Tears I shed'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LX0Rf7xdcoo/RoagpKNYhQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5_61tkQUNRc/s72-c/DSC03238%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836849566374013353.post-2996482978619404103</id><published>2007-06-28T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:49:46.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>was it a busy day?</title><summary type='text'>Had a full five lessons today. That also one subject for whole two hours. And even in breaks i had no time cause i had to make my chemistry presentation. actually the dead line was three days ago but just didn't felt like it, so skipped it. lol. Making salysilic acid was fun, all the vineger smell from it went right through my nose to my head giving me a head ache. Damn that information sheet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2996482978619404103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4836849566374013353&amp;postID=2996482978619404103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/2996482978619404103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4836849566374013353/posts/default/2996482978619404103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-outrage.blogspot.com/2007/06/was-it-busy-day.html' title='was it a busy day?'/><author><name>outrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670671962777295277</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>
