<?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-2223080944731611034</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:05:58.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Life Of Mike</title><subtitle type='html'>my latest attempt to fend off boredom =D

so umm yeah, this is my blog, in which i will hopefully put my daily opinions and feelings on , well , whatever i can think of I suppose =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170998789761475927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6bu_ivAsC8/TA6AJFGnMBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/J9JzqoMABeY/S220/IMG_1552.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223080944731611034.post-8494468484129062233</id><published>2010-07-17T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T06:47:34.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OvercastOceans - first recording to date</title><content type='html'>hey everyone&lt;br /&gt;this is the first in hopefully a flurry of recordings for my band OvercastOceans and to be put on our EP release this late autumn . enjoy, and comment for me please :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its on our band page on bebo- &lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MemberId=10634933242"&gt;http://www.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MemberId=10634933242&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223080944731611034-8494468484129062233?l=thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/feeds/8494468484129062233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/07/overcastoceans-first-recording-to-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/8494468484129062233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/8494468484129062233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/07/overcastoceans-first-recording-to-date.html' title='OvercastOceans - first recording to date'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170998789761475927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6bu_ivAsC8/TA6AJFGnMBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/J9JzqoMABeY/S220/IMG_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223080944731611034.post-2688201928526075433</id><published>2010-07-17T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T06:37:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see!</title><content type='html'>hello internet , did you miss me?&lt;div&gt;i know, im sorry, things have been difficult and ive been very busy , blogging should be back to normal with a vlog to accompany it soon on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive recently formed a band, called Overcast Oceans and ive been working so hard to get something done to put on a single or an Ep release that everything else has really became a lower priority, we have a gig on the 14th of august and , well, ive been panicking and working far too hard. And im writing this from an apartment in barcelona. so the entireity of the band is split up and trying to come up with as much as possible before we meet up again and get recording done. its tense , very tense, as if our first recording isnt good enough or done soon we might not get a slot at the gig! so everybody is in panic mode and i only hope we can get our stuff together before crunch time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also , summer hasnt been exactly pleasant, ive been in and out of hospital (annoyingly) for a condition i seem to have inherited that for some reason is evading diagnosis, its to do with my heart but i wont go into more detail than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you hate that feeling you get where suddenly the playing field has changed?&lt;br /&gt;when what you thought was the situation isnt the case?&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly you have alter your game plan, and schemes and ideas you had about things are all of a sudden useless. well i kinda had one of those moments, it was on a friday ( i think ) a day after id been to the hospital for another dosage of random treatment and uncertainty , and i felt really upset so i decided id take comfort in having fun with some friends, now, i like to think of myself as quite a social person, but im not the kind of guy who acts up around people so that im liked, i just thought people liked me for i am, and, well, i invited friends over, at least 10 , and i told them that anyone else who wants to come is welcome. the hours crawled by and 3 people showed up , we treid texting people, and got cryptic and suspicious answers that didnt really add up to the question of where the hell is everybody?. as it turns out, im not nearly as liked for who i am as i thought i was. me and said 3 people went to a nearby park because we'd got bored of my house and it was pretty clear no-one else was coming, and on the way there about 200 yards from the park we saw something that really shook me a little, there was a crowd of about 15-20 people, all of them who couldn't possibly pretend they didnt know i invited people over, including one of them who just an hour before had told me she wasnt going anywhere today.. and at the front of the group was a freind of mine called andrew ( not giving a secodn name ) whom granted ive not been in touch with much but i still wanted to see him, and he just kinda sped up, grabbed a girl (who was also invited ) by the hand and they shot up a side street together and their entire pack of people followed them. killed me just a little bit inside. now dont get me wrong. i wasnt expecting a huge turnout, i dont think about myself as being a popular person and im not an attention seeker. but still , its undeniable that id been completely rejected for other people, and just when i needed that bit of comfort you get from knowing that there are people looking out for you. its, well, pretty horrible.. i later also found out that they had met with more people id invited, and gone to someone elses house... didnt anyone feel any guilt? not even a little? i guess not, i guess because they were with a more well liked crowd of people i didnt matter to them. it really mattered to me and id been let down when  i needed it, but not even in the way that they wanted to but were powerless to help, but in that way where the just put me to the back of their minds and concentrated on having a good time without me and with people they preffered. well, i know who my friends are now and i cant pretend ive not been left almost totally insecure by it, but suddenly, i feel quite alone.. i mean, there are a few people that i still know would never let me down without a fight, but a few of them that left me are (or used to be) like that to me . it feels weird, and i woner how the outcome would have been different if id told them i was sick? that i was getting worse and worse feedback from doctors? or , a bit more darkly, if id offered them booze or weed at my house, would they then have come ? .... if i knew all the outcomes to those scenarios i could piece together the opinion of me people have. but i cant , and im left with this uncertainty that im drifting away from everyone despite my efforts, and sooner or later i'l be completely alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else had something like this?&lt;br /&gt;if so, help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to AW, JM and LD for helping me earlier - love you guys x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223080944731611034-2688201928526075433?l=thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/feeds/2688201928526075433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/2688201928526075433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/2688201928526075433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170998789761475927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6bu_ivAsC8/TA6AJFGnMBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/J9JzqoMABeY/S220/IMG_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223080944731611034.post-2187525608876495946</id><published>2010-06-14T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:07:43.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP!crapcrapcrap</title><content type='html'>as you can probably tell from the less than plesant title , today wasnt exactly fantastic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a test 5 out of 6 periods ! 5 TESTS! 5!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, probs failed them all.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to be fair, they were feckin hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for the lack of promised vlogging, ive been a state for the last 3 days, to busy to really to get anything done other than homework (as usual) for some reason, even though its the last few days of school, every teacher seems determined to rip whatever mental integrity i have left out of me, if i have to do one more stupid end of year test my brain will implode. I hate tests anyway, my guitar practical went terribly because of my nerves and seeing as i already did the equilivilant of it 5 years ago outside school (its a hobby of mine) its really pissed me off. the teacher herself has heard my play the song in question perfectly dozens of times, so why she feels that marking me down so far from my realy ability (advance higher!) is beyond me. really, i wish id never picked music, i thought i could just sail through it and people would just leave me be to do my own thing till the final. but no. instead they are determined to make me start again from step 1! cant stand it, shouldve picked drama. Socially, things are great, i have a party on friday which should be pretty coool (we're all gonna muck around with paint! ) then a HUGE and i mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; party in bishopton on saturday with my girlfreind emma. it shall be good! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyways, aside from working on school stuff, and music practice, i will try and find time to start vlogging a bit. possibly tonight! we'll see. untill then comment and rate, let me know what this small corner of the internet thinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks and goodbye for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MiKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223080944731611034-2187525608876495946?l=thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/feeds/2187525608876495946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/06/crapcrapcrapcrap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/2187525608876495946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/2187525608876495946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/06/crapcrapcrapcrap.html' title='CRAP!crapcrapcrap'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170998789761475927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6bu_ivAsC8/TA6AJFGnMBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/J9JzqoMABeY/S220/IMG_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223080944731611034.post-5127799425669574487</id><published>2010-06-11T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:27:20.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>migrain...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hello world, hows friday working out for ya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been a good day, cloudy, but due to lack off sleep i got a day off school (i had the mother of all migrains)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today was largely spent writing reading and chillin out on the back garden decking, which was pretty relaxed and left me feeling ready for the gig tommorow night (snow patrol, frightened rabbits, the editors etcetc) at bellahouston park, which will be awesome!!! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, facebook has recently enlightened me to a lot of my freinds opinions of me, the best being my good freind lauren doherty, and caitlin who are both just the sweetest! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going to start a vlog using this page either tonight or tommorow, or sunday depending on how i feel , it might be linked through youtube, it might not, but you'l have the pleasure of seeing me in real life (kinda...) if it could be called a pleasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god life is complicated, but its fun right? i mean, there are a lot of things i would change about it if i could, but to be honest, nothing dramatic, so ive had an idea. Ive never sent a question into the great dark abyss of the internet through this blog before, and im interested in other peoples opinions, so tell me, if there was anything about your life you could change, what would it be? The most honest or interesting or entertaining answers win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223080944731611034-5127799425669574487?l=thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/feeds/5127799425669574487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/06/migrain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/5127799425669574487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/5127799425669574487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/06/migrain.html' title='migrain...............'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170998789761475927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6bu_ivAsC8/TA6AJFGnMBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/J9JzqoMABeY/S220/IMG_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223080944731611034.post-4999040366998983689</id><published>2010-06-09T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:22:45.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>despise wednesdays sometimes...</title><content type='html'>ever had one of those mornings when you thought "oh no, bad day , I can tell.&lt;div&gt;well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up early , too early , 3.07 to be precise. and couldnt sleep. so i did what I always do when faced with unfathomable boredom and nothing to do. I contemplated things , my freinds, my family, what sort of day i might have, what the weather will be (rainy as it turns out) but i do a lot of what i suppose is kinda philisophical thinking when im alone? which sounds weird I know, but its pretty entertaining, I was thinking to myself about how people lie so much and what it would be like if i could read everybodys mind and i realised, "wait a minute!, if i could read their mind, they could just think about something they want me to know, so theyd still be lying!" id spent two hours thinking about it, and it was all unravelled by my stupid brain :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finnaly managed to get some sleep and woke up with my trusty alarm clock at 6.30 as usual got ready for school and was kinda suprised to find mum had left without me. great. walk to school through the rain which also pissed me right off cause id spent 40 mins starightening my hair. theres something kinda ominous about a grey morning, its like the clouds are always watching you, it creeps me out. So , i got to school, and i figured that SOMETHING must go horribly wrong just to give me a sure sign that this day will suck. But accually, it was great, everyone was pretty happy , and by extension that made me feel pretty good too, and my best freind was having one of those days when hes absolutely hillairious again and had me in stitches within a minute of walking into the school. i guess the moral of the story is that you can count on your freinds to brighten up anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emotional outburst over, im pretty excited for this year, especially summer, i have a band going at the moment with 3 freinds and to be perfectly honest, when we all get everything right, we kick ass! i cant wait for summer with freinds, barcelona with my family, and then back home to just spend days lazily at the house, out with freinds and throw parties then im going camping in the lake district with some freinds towards the end , and winter should be good too provided it doesnt get to cold.... which it probably will. im about to go make myself some yummy pasta now so i'll be back tommorow! peace out :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223080944731611034-4999040366998983689?l=thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/feeds/4999040366998983689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/06/despise-wednesdays-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/4999040366998983689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/4999040366998983689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/06/despise-wednesdays-sometimes.html' title='despise wednesdays sometimes...'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170998789761475927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6bu_ivAsC8/TA6AJFGnMBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/J9JzqoMABeY/S220/IMG_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223080944731611034.post-2596464199478938995</id><published>2010-06-08T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:04:55.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Things First</title><content type='html'>umm.... Hi =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im Mike, Michael Cairns to be specific. And this is my first blog ever sooo..... dont judge me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little about me, im a 15 year old scottish teen from cambuslang, a small area on the outskirts of glasgow, I play guitar and piano and (try) vocals to pass the time a lot. I suck at school, epically failed most of 3rd year due to not thinking very much, so im stupid too but hey nobodys perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im quite tall, roughly 5"9 or "10 (just a guess there) i have black , bedhead style hair and im pretty weedy as far as build is concerned, not the best looking youve ever seen. faaar from it =/ currently i have braces too which adds to the overall unattractiveness of the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hobbies? anything to pass any amount of time. seriously. i get bored SOOO EASILY. which is mostly the reason i made this blog (plus a freind of mines blog was soo awesome i just had to make my own) usually i refer to weights (futile), an xbox that never really works, a laptop , reading , writing and my considerable ansernal of musical ambition to brutally kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soo yeah thats me =) and your probably gonna have to get used to it as i pile on the daily updates =D peace out , see you all soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223080944731611034-2596464199478938995?l=thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/feeds/2596464199478938995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-things-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/2596464199478938995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223080944731611034/posts/default/2596464199478938995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesecretlifeofmike.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-things-first.html' title='First Things First'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170998789761475927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6bu_ivAsC8/TA6AJFGnMBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/J9JzqoMABeY/S220/IMG_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
