<?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-18183002</id><updated>2011-09-01T05:07:12.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of K'mal the medic</title><subtitle type='html'>Story of my life, my choices, my decisions and the consequences that comes with it. I love crispsss...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023208997695272761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/1357582297086l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18183002.post-113036688319295282</id><published>2005-10-26T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:56:16.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some free time...</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum and good day or good evening to all, after a one day hiatus, i'm back with some crucial updates. First and foremost, yesterday night, we celebrated seowi's 22nd birthday! Happy birthday seowi, koko sooo proud of you tau...haha. Anyway, what actually happened was that we surprised her by hiding inside her room, all 40 of us. Yep, 40 (estimation). Fortunately right before we actually could stink up the room with hour B.O( It was hot ok!), Miss Seowi foosh entered the room and did her best surprised look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/seowi%20pikir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/320/seowi%20pikir.jpg" 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;Then , I byn and Aizad presented her with our gift, a drawing based on a picture of the 4 of us on the day of her 21st birthday last year. Aww...schweeeet kan kan kan? I still remember her first reaction when she saw the drawing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Seowi, naah... a present from us...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Waaah, why do i look so old!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You're welcome seowi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/geng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/320/geng.jpg" 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;...geng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we know u like it seowi, hehe. Anyway, we ate some cake, borak borak then belah at about 10.30. At first i planned to do a bit of revision or some reading up on journals regarding my research, but in the end, we ended up in my hairy fren's room again. Male bonding ensued up untul 1.30 am. That was when i &lt;strong&gt;ACCIDENTALLY&lt;/strong&gt; fell asleep, beside aizad. Woke up at about 3 am to have our sahur, then back to bed again, this time aloone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/320/party.jpg" 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;....the party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which is today, i went to the labs again, this time i had a lot to do, and without my supervisor around, i took the opportunity to be more independent, and i kinda like it. No pressure, No one breathing down your neck, Staring at you, Glaring at you, Waiting for you to make a mistake in any chance that he or she gets, felt goood. And i got the results i wanted. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/Image(27)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/320/Image%2827%291.jpg" 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;.....need to escape the lab....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home at about 5.30, played counterstrike for a while, then it was off to Seowi's birthday dinner(happening siot minah nih). Meriah lah gak, makan tak hengat banyak. Balik rumah terus ular sawa mode. Aah, kenyang ah...nak tido...till the next update my frens...see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18183002-113036688319295282?l=kamalazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/feeds/113036688319295282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18183002&amp;postID=113036688319295282' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default/113036688319295282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default/113036688319295282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-some-free-time.html' title='Finally some free time...'/><author><name>Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023208997695272761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/1357582297086l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18183002.post-113017128122567900</id><published>2005-10-24T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:09:12.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the lab</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/320/Image%2828%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  ... my lab table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the first day lab this week, it was fairly quite this time around since some of the researchers went to hawaai for a conference, clever choice for a convention. So, as i await the return of my newly "tanned" fellow researchers to return, i was left to continue my work alone( as in unsupervised) for the rest of the week. Malangnya, aku rasa experiment kali nih gagal! Haha, don't think it'll work this time around but yeah, the work must go on. Anyway, masa aku bukak the fridge containing bacterial streaks, rasa lapar siot...tambah aku puasa. U know why? Coz the bacteria is feeding on broth. Yes, broth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds appetizing right? No? Oh come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it certainly does to someone who hasn't had any food since 2 AM. Oh yeah, and i took some pictures too. Lihatlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/200/Image%2829%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                             ...tekun...&lt;br /&gt;Came back home early today, nearly 4 i think, and i got really excited coz i was hoping for Hairy fren's new CPU he bought from E-bay to sampai lah. My imagination started to run wild as i approached the door of house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oiiih!, dah sampai tak dah sampai ke tak? Tolong lah cakap dah sampai..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dah wei!! Ko nak test drive tak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Of coursee aaaarrrr(gaya ded)"&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, i opened the door, tengok dalam senyap jerrr. Naik atas, i logged into my msn messenger account and suddenly! Jeng Jeng Jeng, my Hairy Fren messaged me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oi "&lt;br /&gt;" Oiii, dah dapat tak?"&lt;br /&gt;" belum aaaarrr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was anticlimactic", I thought to myself, " i guess kena tunggu another day kot", And that's when my fren told me that it'll probably be sent next week. Dang. Hahaha. Tunggu jer aaaa. Oh new match details, played 2 games of &lt;strong&gt;winning eleven 9&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hairy Fren- Kamal&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;2-3&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;0-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay, i guess that's it for now, tonite maybe? well maybe. Hehe. Assalamualaikum, salam sejahtera, salam bollywood, salamat menyambut bulan puasa. Ciaow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 7px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 4px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/320/Image%2828%291.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18183002-113017128122567900?l=kamalazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/feeds/113017128122567900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18183002&amp;postID=113017128122567900' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default/113017128122567900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default/113017128122567900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/2005/10/enter-lab.html' title='Enter the lab'/><author><name>Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023208997695272761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/1357582297086l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18183002.post-113010545793468463</id><published>2005-10-23T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:10:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday night</title><content type='html'>It's night time, counting down the last few hours i've got before i go to sleep, only to wake up with the sudden realisation that the weekend is over, and hell begins. A bit over the top i admit, but mondays( see previous post) is not my favourite day of the week( listen to manic monday-Bangles). Plus, my research supervisor's not in for the whole week, which means i'll be stuck in the lab with a stupid dumb look on my face for the next 120 hours till the coming weekend. The problem with me is that, i lack the basic required alertness that a normal man or woman possesses, hence i tend to drift away in la la land whenever i'm being explained of what to do for the experiment ( oh, for your imformation, i'm currently doing my reasearch year, i'll be getting my bmedsci if i make it out alive ). After a long session of explanation, i would usually take a few course of actions which include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- asking," i'm sorry i didn't understand this part"&lt;br /&gt;- thinking, " shit, oh F%$k, oh damn"&lt;br /&gt;- ask the other dude beside me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have listen to my mother earlier on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Adik nih tak alert lah, mama cakap berus tuh kat bawah sink, bukan atas sink..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, hormones raging, short skinny and insecure me (still insecure unfortunately) used to believe that i was right and she was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" maner der adik tak alert, mama tak cakap pun berus tuh kat bawah sink..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me mother for i have doubted you... ( song: Dihariii Rayaaaa, terkenang Daku ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/mamaku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/200/mamaku.jpg" 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;...ooh ibuu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, oh yeah, had dinner or iftar at qisti's. Niceee, very nice indeed, had chicken ala ghalib aka ded, some fried chicken, rice of course, and mixed vegetables. The girls from Montpelier were there as well also my housemates and qisti's. After that we watched the first half of the La Liga match between Real Madrid and Valencia, 2-1 at half time, god knows what's the score now coz i didn't check. Then, before my "ular sawa" mode came along, we went back home, home sweet home, where we played some winning eleven 9. &lt;strong&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DED BEAT Hairy Fren. 3-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry my hairy fren, but to make things fair, &lt;strong&gt;he beat me 1-0&lt;/strong&gt; after getting a late penalty kick on the second half of extra time. Damnit. Well, i guess this is it for now, i'll think of other things that i can add later on. Bak kata lah kan...saya ini budak baru belajar, kalau salah tolong tunjukkan, and qisti, thanks for the comment pedas tuh...aku tau ko memain jer..so nak memanaskan lagi blog nih..silalah post comment lagi..hahah..cioaw people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18183002-113010545793468463?l=kamalazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/feeds/113010545793468463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18183002&amp;postID=113010545793468463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default/113010545793468463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default/113010545793468463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-night.html' title='sunday night'/><author><name>Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023208997695272761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/1357582297086l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18183002.post-113007484320070813</id><published>2005-10-23T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T07:03:53.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate sundays</title><content type='html'>AArrghh, aku benci, aku benci. Friday's a distant memory while saturday was a passing moment for me. Sunday is here and is here to stay, well...for the next...hmm...10 hours or so, then comes monday, don't get me started on mondays. You know i just realised, MONDAY, i bet that abouta thousand years ago when the english language was still in its infancy( i just made that up ), when the english, especially the working class, used to say to themselves, " aaaah, its the start of the new week, let us mourn today", get it?? get it??? Mourn today=mourntoday=mournday= MONDAY! Alrite then, enuff jokes for today, maybe next time i'll put in more rempit jokes just to add a lil bit of spice to my blog. Anyway, finally with the help of my hairy friend, i uploaded a picture of myself taken back in malaysia in my cousins room, di apartment trellises, Taman Tun Dr. Ismail depan bangunan IBM berwarna biru. Yeah, kinda miss those time lah, well what to do, i just had to go to medical school leaving all my loved ones back in malaysia tanahair ku. Am I making myslef sound like i hate the course? I hope not, it's not that i hate it, tapi boleh tahan aaah pressure, apa kan daya, kiter teruskan jer lah kan. But i hope it's all for the best. Banyak dah orang jadi doctor, mesti kiter boleh kan? kan? kan? hehe...ok ah...i guess i'll end it here for today, or maybe i'll stuff later, we'll see... over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture of my cat( for unknown reasons...im a bit random...gosh i miss emm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/Image(25)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/320/Image%2825%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               ...meow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18183002-113007484320070813?l=kamalazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/feeds/113007484320070813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18183002&amp;postID=113007484320070813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default/113007484320070813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default/113007484320070813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-sundays.html' title='I hate sundays'/><author><name>Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023208997695272761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/1357582297086l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18183002.post-113003776691802639</id><published>2005-10-23T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T07:50:45.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Nottingham ( 1st floor, room opposite toilet )</title><content type='html'>At last after endless sessions of nagging and convincing by my hairy friend upstairs, i've decided to start a blog. First of all, this is my first attempt at public expression of my thoughts, feelings, belief, love for full bodied women, so on and so forth. So let me start by introducing myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama saya Kamal, pelajar tahun ketiga jurusan perubatan di University of Nottingham( should i write this in english? assuming that there's gonna be non-malaysians reading this blog...bukannya aperrr...cumer nak try to be fair aaah, aah well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Kamal a 3rd year medic, currently studying in the University of Nottingham alongside countless numbers of malaysians here in our very own " kampung". I happen to share the house with the ex-ketua kampung and the ex-deputy ketua kampung of our precious kampung. Anyway, i shall not drone too much on this subject matter for i have run out of ideas to put in my first post. Maka dengan itu, ingin ku mengucap selamat datang ke blog Kamal, terbaru terkini, sensasi, lihatlah...bacalah...asalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raksasa di bilik tengah(after a seafood meal):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/Image(77).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/320/Image%2877%29.jpg" width="174" 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;...fear me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18183002-113003776691802639?l=kamalazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/feeds/113003776691802639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18183002&amp;postID=113003776691802639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default/113003776691802639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18183002/posts/default/113003776691802639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamalazri.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-to-nottingham-1st-floor-room.html' title='Welcome to Nottingham ( 1st floor, room opposite toilet )'/><author><name>Kamal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023208997695272761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/1772/1600/1357582297086l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
