<?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-3106699254795107907</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:48:38.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality; age 11</title><subtitle type='html'>A collect of thoughts and feelings about life topics and everyday things for an eleven year old</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106699254795107907.post-412010261856768395</id><published>2007-06-07T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:18:42.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is here</title><content type='html'>Yayness! This summer is one of THE summers. The summers where you change a lot. Between 5th and 6th grade. This summer will be hectic. VERY hectic Since my dad, stepmom, and Sister live in Texas (explained in earlier post) I visit them every summer. June 18 we are going to my grandmas, then camp, then Texas. I'm packed. In my spare time, I will swim. Maybe hang out with my friends...IM LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-412010261856768395?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/412010261856768395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=412010261856768395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/412010261856768395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/412010261856768395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer is here'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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-3106699254795107907.post-1305790807269627858</id><published>2007-06-04T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:53:39.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHOOO</title><content type='html'>As of May 30th, I am now a middle schooler. Yay. Today I FINALLY got the 3rd Maximum Ride book. SO AWESOME!!! *shudders with delight* Man, I so wish the stories were real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-1305790807269627858?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1305790807269627858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=1305790807269627858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/1305790807269627858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/1305790807269627858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/06/wahooo.html' title='WAHOOO'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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-3106699254795107907.post-8635889429383826542</id><published>2007-05-17T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:55:22.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...legs....tierd....blah...</title><content type='html'>Wow. A few weeks ago was track and field day. The winners would go to the local middle school to compete against all 11 elementary schools in the district. I'm not very good, so I didn't make it.  (even though I was one of like, five who did the eight hundred, four hundred, one hundred, AND fifty) But the girl who was going to do the 800 dropped out, and &lt;strong&gt;I, me&lt;/strong&gt; was chosen for backup (I also have to do a 400 meter relay). The big competition is &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt; and I just learned I was competeing &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;, so I have been running like crazy, Around my aprt. up the stairs, down the stairs, wheeee. Will my competition and fierce endurance pay off??? (&lt;strong&gt;YESH&lt;/strong&gt;) Or will I fail miserabley? &lt;strong&gt;(NOOO)&lt;/strong&gt; Find out on the next THRILLING post from.......&lt;strong&gt;CAT'S BLOG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-8635889429383826542?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8635889429383826542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=8635889429383826542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/8635889429383826542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/8635889429383826542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/05/ughlegstierdblah.html' title='Ugh...legs....tierd....blah...'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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-3106699254795107907.post-8976669831623912378</id><published>2007-04-05T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:46:51.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish</title><content type='html'>My very favorite book series is Maximum Ride. I just love it. (for all the people out there who have'nt read thhem, READ THEM!!!!!) The book series has a lot of twists in it, but basically this girl, Max and her flock are injected with avian DNA. She can fly. This is my wish: On a crisp cool night, under a Huge full moon, I could Unwrap a pair of pearly, almost opal wings. I would jump off my balcony, my wings forceing the air to carry me into the starry night sky. Then I would just soar. Faster and faster in the reflection of the moon, over the ocean. The coolness makeing my skin tingle and my eyes water. After thaat I would feel worn out. So I'd curl up in a hamock as the few golden rays of sunrise warmed my skin......................:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-8976669831623912378?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8976669831623912378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=8976669831623912378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/8976669831623912378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/8976669831623912378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-wish.html' title='My wish'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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-3106699254795107907.post-1596879667268412479</id><published>2007-04-04T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:28:11.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School elections A.K.A Popularity contests</title><content type='html'>I have a story, yay. Okay, every year, all the fifth graders look foreward to a trip to "Exchange city" Where you get to live a day in an adults life. I decided to run for a REALLY COOL job; a judge. When the major elections came, it was just me, another girl (lets call her H.S) and another girl A.E. I was'nt worried about A.E., but H.S. was really popular. I did a lot of work on my speech. Well, it turns out, A.E. forgot her Speech, and H.S's speech really stunk. I was so happy, I thought I had a slight chance of winning. When I arrived back to the classroom, the class bursted out in appluse. It was great. So at the end of the day, I finally learned the results of the election. H.S. won. A lot of people were booing, at least. I was soooo sad. I held in the tears 'till I got on the bus. Turns out H.S. bribed everyone with lolly pops. What an awful Election :,(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-1596879667268412479?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1596879667268412479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=1596879667268412479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/1596879667268412479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/1596879667268412479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-elections-aka-popularity.html' title='School elections A.K.A Popularity contests'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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-3106699254795107907.post-6398680741211809368</id><published>2007-04-04T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:19:20.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I hate</title><content type='html'>Wanna know what I hate so far in life? I'll make a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String cheese&lt;br /&gt;Violence&lt;br /&gt;Balonga (or however you spell it!)&lt;br /&gt;Liver&lt;br /&gt;Brossel sprouts&lt;br /&gt;school (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;school elections A.K.A Popularity contests&lt;br /&gt;Bribing at school elections A.K.A Popularity contests&lt;br /&gt;animal abusers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-6398680741211809368?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6398680741211809368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=6398680741211809368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/6398680741211809368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/6398680741211809368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-i-hate.html' title='What I hate'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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-3106699254795107907.post-6468007589761062434</id><published>2007-03-07T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:52:44.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since today was a halfday, I raise my tea bottle in toast to all those poor teachers stuck inside for a boreing meeting (My teacher says halfday meetings are really boreing) Thank you for this extra time for us to be free and have fun. *gloats*  Ame* and I biked to my apartments park, enjoying the Spring weather, well, the kinda Spring weather. We both definitely agreed that it was about time for spring *Nudges Mother Earth* Help, my mom is makeing my stupid plastic doll sing. Thats all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*names have changed to protect the innocent I reserve the right to smack you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-6468007589761062434?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6468007589761062434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=6468007589761062434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/6468007589761062434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/6468007589761062434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/03/since-today-was-halfday-i-raise-my-tea.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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-3106699254795107907.post-4997644981829554375</id><published>2007-03-07T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:40:24.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa Numa Yay</title><content type='html'>Today was a halfday. Always Chaotic, which, for half the credit, I enjoy. It is Weather Awareness Week, so we had a tornado drill. I got an E-mail with some interesting information on how someone found a girl just by simple information she accidentally gave of on the internet. I know to be caucious. Bloggers out there, feel free to TALK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-4997644981829554375?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4997644981829554375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=4997644981829554375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/4997644981829554375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/4997644981829554375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/03/numa-numa-yay.html' title='Numa Numa Yay'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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-3106699254795107907.post-108314754817421750</id><published>2007-03-06T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:45:16.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture day</title><content type='html'>Dear fellow Bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a sporadic day. It always is when Its Picture day. Sometimes I don't like picture because the picture always try to get you to smile with your teeth. I personally HATE to smile with my teeth, so I did'nt. Its as simple as that, a boreing post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-108314754817421750?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/108314754817421750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=108314754817421750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/108314754817421750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/108314754817421750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/03/picture-day.html' title='Picture day'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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-3106699254795107907.post-27403386488255426</id><published>2007-03-05T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:44:27.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A close call...Or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay, more about moi. I love guinea Pigs, Koalas, Chai Lattes, potatos, swimming, chess, Phantom of the opera, IM, stuffed animals, books, writeing assignments, chocolate, and much more. In 2004, when I was eight, My parents told me that my stepmother and Sister, Aven, were moving back to Texas, where my stepmother was born. Shorty after my parents divorced. We went from a family of seven (stepmom, sister, dad, mom, my brother, Me, and my godfather) To a family of three. (Brother, Me, Mom) I was'nt used to not haveing my sister around. My sister and I, we would play for hours outside. Now she was gone. I felt sad, alone, lost. I stopped eating, I was depressed. Soon, you could count all twelve of my ribs. I was terribley sick. I had to go into therapy, and people urged me to stuff my eyes out. I'm better now, I'm 110 pounds, but those times when I did'nt feel hungry, are the times I realize how close I was to death. Just Kidding, But I was really sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-27403386488255426?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/27403386488255426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=27403386488255426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/27403386488255426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/27403386488255426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/03/close-call.html' title='A close call...Or not'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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-3106699254795107907.post-5417833001297263592</id><published>2007-03-05T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:45:35.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay, my first offical post. OK, about me: I am eleven years old. Ever since I was little, I loved to both read and write. No, I'm not a young genius, I'm just a girl. A girl that desperately wants her thoughts to be heard, even if by just one person, I don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Sometimes, I feel hate, like a burning red rage inside me. This feeling normally gets triggered at school. I really hate how some people just assume that I can't play sports right just because I'm a girl. I AM a girl, and I'm so proud that I am! And even if people are so mean to me I scream with anger, Nothing, do you hear me NOTHING! Can change that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106699254795107907-5417833001297263592?l=11reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5417833001297263592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106699254795107907&amp;postID=5417833001297263592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/5417833001297263592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106699254795107907/posts/default/5417833001297263592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11reality.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096962056551319278</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>
