<?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-8013568822158115088</id><updated>2011-08-02T18:44:12.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160749217028736049</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013568822158115088.post-9162265429740329062</id><published>2009-07-10T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:52:30.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;, frustration, anger, anxitey, nervousness, palpitations, sweaty palms, tears, anguish, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;, groans, shame, fear, obstacle, set back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013568822158115088-9162265429740329062?l=sundartime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/feeds/9162265429740329062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/9162265429740329062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/9162265429740329062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-day.html' title='sad day'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160749217028736049</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-8013568822158115088.post-2770547985096484945</id><published>2009-07-03T14:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:31:39.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>month of trials...</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I cant believe its July already. How did the past few months zoom by so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year of PA school is now over and done. Now onto the clinical world, hopefully. Just have to rock these next few tests. After being on H&amp;amp;P for the past 2 weeks, I definitely know that I want to become a PA. I was assigned to the Urology PAs and had an amazing time learning from them, it was such a great experience that I may even consider going into Urology after graduation. But we'll have to wait and see if I find any of the other fields more enjoyable. I was completely blindsided 3 weeks ago which has made me question if this is really the career that I wanted to continue to pursue. The H&amp;amp;P rotation has given me a better perspective and I have learned that this is what I truly want to do with the rest of my life. Now I just need to kick some ass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I also got an email from him asking me back. I was a bit shocked, but not as surprised. Don't get me wrong, I'm not at all saying that I'm the greatest, definitely have many flaws. But I feel like I sacrificed many things that, in hindsight, I shouldn't have. Family but mostly friends. I encouraged him, stayed, and reassured him through his insecurities and tried to help him be a better man. There were a couple of instances that I just brushed aside, overlooked, and forgave because I was that much in love with him. While at the same time, he wasn't doing the same for me. Slowly he was showing that he didn't appreciate me, took me for granted, was controlling, didn't respect me or my parents and that it was an unhealthy relationship to be in. It took me long time to realize all of this and finally sum up the courage to enforce the split that he had initiated multiple times. He probably thinks that our split boils down to the fact that I moved away and the long distance is the reason for it. But that's not the case at all. Although I do regret all the time wasted, I still appreciate the things that I have learned from him and I have a better understanding of what I need and don't need in a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure when the next one will come along, but I definitely know that he'll have to be a quality guy and most importantly, someone who values me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013568822158115088-2770547985096484945?l=sundartime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/feeds/2770547985096484945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/07/month-of-trials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/2770547985096484945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/2770547985096484945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/07/month-of-trials.html' title='month of trials...'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160749217028736049</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-8013568822158115088.post-8047164377276491787</id><published>2009-02-17T12:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:03:46.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's 09</title><content type='html'>Flowers from my sister and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-SP87RtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wOZQkqdWY_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-SP87RtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wOZQkqdWY_Y/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303901469399533266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-SD7AwnI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LofRb2xQrJM/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-SD7AwnI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LofRb2xQrJM/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303901466170278514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-R4VZ9PI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q7OxWvN2eEs/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-R4VZ9PI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q7OxWvN2eEs/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303901463059756274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-RsWeBgI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/F23psVIh8Rg/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-RsWeBgI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/F23psVIh8Rg/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303901459842991618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-RcJvS2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/jvGjiBq-azM/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-RcJvS2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/jvGjiBq-azM/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303901455494630242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I got flowers on v-day. Not only one but TWO.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;who needs a man when you have family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013568822158115088-8047164377276491787?l=sundartime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/feeds/8047164377276491787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/8047164377276491787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/8047164377276491787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-09.html' title='Valentine&apos;s 09'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160749217028736049</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/_kk25myjJomw/SZs-SP87RtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wOZQkqdWY_Y/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013568822158115088.post-8626909537405346303</id><published>2009-01-28T23:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:43:17.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;:*(&lt;br /&gt;Its so strange. My mind is ready to move on but my heart still wants to hold on to you. Usually I can rationalize what happened and can push the thought of you away. Listen to what everyone is saying and believe into it. And I know deep down that maybe this was what was best.&lt;br /&gt;But still a month later, I find my eyes on the brink of releasing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eventually we'll both be okay and be ready to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Just not now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013568822158115088-8626909537405346303?l=sundartime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/feeds/8626909537405346303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-so-strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/8626909537405346303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/8626909537405346303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-so-strange.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160749217028736049</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-8013568822158115088.post-4466804687626263827</id><published>2009-01-06T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:41:44.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant believe your gone&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for morning to come&lt;br /&gt;When I see if the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;Without you here by my side&lt;br /&gt;Oooo where we had so much in store&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what is it all reaching for&lt;br /&gt;When were through building memories&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold yesterday in my heart&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can take tomorrow and the plans we made&lt;br /&gt;They can take the music that we'll never play&lt;br /&gt;All the broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Take everything&lt;br /&gt;Just take it away&lt;br /&gt;But they can never have yesterday&lt;br /&gt;They can take the future that we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;They can take the places that we said we will go&lt;br /&gt;All the broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Take everything&lt;br /&gt;Just take it away&lt;br /&gt;But they can never have yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always choose to stay&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful for everyday&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;Or least where the story goes&lt;br /&gt;I never believed it until now&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll see you again I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;No it's not selfish to ask for more&lt;br /&gt;One more night one more day&lt;br /&gt;One more smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;But they can't take yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can take tomorrow and the plans we made&lt;br /&gt;They take the music that we'll never play&lt;br /&gt;All the broken dreams take everything&lt;br /&gt;Just take it away&lt;br /&gt;But they can never have yesterday&lt;br /&gt;They can take the future that we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;They can take the places that we said we will go&lt;br /&gt;All the broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Take everything&lt;br /&gt;Just take it away&lt;br /&gt;But they can never have yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought our days would last forever&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't our destiny&lt;br /&gt;'Coz in my mind we had so much time&lt;br /&gt;But I was so wrong&lt;br /&gt;No I can believe me I can still find the strength in The moments we made&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking back on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better In Time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's been the longest winter without you&lt;br /&gt; I didn't know where to turn to&lt;br /&gt; See somehow I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt; After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Going coming thought I heard a knock&lt;br /&gt; Who's there no one&lt;br /&gt; Thinking that I deserve it&lt;br /&gt; Now I realize that I really didn't know&lt;br /&gt; If you didn't notice&lt;br /&gt; you mean everything&lt;br /&gt; Quickly I'm learnin'&lt;br /&gt; To love again&lt;br /&gt; All I  know is&lt;br /&gt; I'm gon' be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt; It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt; And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt; It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt; Without something that'd remind me&lt;br /&gt; Was it all that easy&lt;br /&gt; To just put aside your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt; Don't wanna let that hurt my feelings&lt;br /&gt; But that's the path I've been living&lt;br /&gt; And I know that time will heal it&lt;br /&gt; If you didn't notice boy you meant everything&lt;br /&gt; Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt; All I know is I'm gon' be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt; It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt; Even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt; It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since there's no more you and me&lt;br /&gt; It's time I let you go so I can be free&lt;br /&gt; And live my life how it should be&lt;br /&gt; No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you&lt;br /&gt; Yes I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt; It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt; And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt; It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     Better said through song.&lt;br /&gt;"Lucky" is finally made into video and its beautiful. Too bad I can't enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013568822158115088-4466804687626263827?l=sundartime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/feeds/4466804687626263827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/01/songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/4466804687626263827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/4466804687626263827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/01/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160749217028736049</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-8013568822158115088.post-6662675011229698693</id><published>2009-01-06T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:36:19.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello old friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking back on my old Xanga posts and found that I've changed quite a bit since then. Change for the good or bad, I cant seem to decide. But change nonetheless. Much of the posts were a daily chronicle of what I did that day and who I was with. Less of my feelings and emotions. I've realized that I'm a very simple girl with not too many layers. My skin has definitely gotten thicker and I've experienced much more than before. Back then I was not ready to grow up...but now I think I'm ready for the world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure how these post will go or what type of writing style I've evolved into to, but I hope you find some humor in it and that it brightens up your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2009 will be a good year...I can feel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013568822158115088-6662675011229698693?l=sundartime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/feeds/6662675011229698693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/6662675011229698693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013568822158115088/posts/default/6662675011229698693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundartime.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-old-friend.html' title='Hello old friend'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160749217028736049</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>
