<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-1577013502954622958</id><updated>2012-12-04T23:48:15.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Lefty =)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xaxatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599194505351741134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paBnPLc0jaI/Tbk5lqN3PfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/k9KxMfCUDiQ/s220/tumblr_lilc3m0wUu1qf7mk9o1_400.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>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577013502954622958.post-6202551050986579999</id><published>2012-11-27T20:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-27T20:06:22.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 facts</title><content type='html'>Dah lama tak buat post camni. dulu suke wat post cangini. Sekarang pon nak buat lah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts:-&lt;br /&gt;#1: I love all colours. But favorite of all is purple. My room now is purple. Loooiikee!&lt;br /&gt;#2: I am 5 feet tall of joy! =)&lt;br /&gt;#3: I can become very&amp;nbsp;reserved and I can become very talkative. Depends on my mood. Usually&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;stay&amp;nbsp;quiet and like to observe. I think its a science thingy - we love to observe. haha!&lt;br /&gt;#4: Born in April and I truely&amp;nbsp;love diamond! Memang betol lah orang lahir bulan April ni adalah diamond!. Hihihi.. *aduh perasan kan!&lt;br /&gt;#5: I drink 2L of plain water daily.&lt;br /&gt;#6: I looooveee cats! I talk to them on daily basis. I'm not weird but it just, I know they can understand me. heh..heh..&lt;br /&gt;#7: I love surah Ar-Rahman.&lt;br /&gt;#8: I easily get touched. I cry just because I saw someone else cry. I hate sad movies.&lt;br /&gt;#9: This is my favorite number!&lt;br /&gt;#10: I am thankful for what i am now. I have coolest mom ever. I have two cute cats. I have a small house to live in yet it so content with love.&amp;nbsp;I have great friends around. Alhamdulillah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577013502954622958-6202551050986579999?l=xaxatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6202551050986579999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/2012/11/10-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default/6202551050986579999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default/6202551050986579999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/2012/11/10-facts.html' title='10 facts'/><author><name>Xaxatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599194505351741134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paBnPLc0jaI/Tbk5lqN3PfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/k9KxMfCUDiQ/s220/tumblr_lilc3m0wUu1qf7mk9o1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577013502954622958.post-7157080220432158217</id><published>2012-11-08T01:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-08T01:17:31.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilang sudah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tetibekan... rase menyesal. ermm...menyesal sangat deactivate blog lama. Penat je buat. Apesal aku pegi deactivate eh time tu..? Da deco cantek2.. post pon banyak tau... tak dapat nak buat kenang-kenangan.. ececehh.. kenangan le sangat. Rasanya dulu aku suke buat cerita mengarut. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sume kenangan time study...dan segala apa yang sewaktu dengannya pon ada! huhuhu.. Rindunye.. Tapi nak buat macam mana... dah delete semuaa..!&amp;nbsp;Sekarang dah malas nak deco2 bagai blog sebab tak ada masa ditambah pula malas dah mak nak spent masa sebegitu lama didepan lappy ni...tak kuasa mak, nyahhh.. nak edit itu dan ini nak cari link and html ntah apa lagi... baik aku tido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hah! aku pon malas nak betolkan time dekat blog ni.. aku tulis blog tengahari dia g tulis time 12 tengah malam la.. kul 1, 2, 3 pagi la... suka engkau lah nak ikot time negara mane pon.. Time2 camtu aku sedang bahagia tido... tak ada maknanya aku nak stay up untuk blog ni. kalo dulu ye kot siap buat poem lagi.. haha. people changed ok. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. jap lagi nak g shopping. Dan tak mungkin aku akan update kat blog ni ape yang aku beli... kalo dulu time uniqlo launch kat KL giler punye rajin update woo... beratur lebih 4 jam okeh...semata nak g launching dia and grab few things yang cute2. Nampak sangat takde keje lain. humph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577013502954622958-7157080220432158217?l=xaxatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7157080220432158217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/2012/11/hilang-sudah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default/7157080220432158217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default/7157080220432158217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/2012/11/hilang-sudah.html' title='Hilang sudah'/><author><name>Xaxatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599194505351741134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paBnPLc0jaI/Tbk5lqN3PfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/k9KxMfCUDiQ/s220/tumblr_lilc3m0wUu1qf7mk9o1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577013502954622958.post-4102683219270888293</id><published>2012-10-29T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-29T00:22:47.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hampeh betol kau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum..assalamualaikum...dari rumah sebelah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pastu terus keluar pegi depan gate dan terus buka selak dan masuk tanpa keraguan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perghh dia ni tak agak-agak... Ko dah tau ni rumah anak dara, suka hati kau aje terus masuk and jengah-jengah isi dalam rumah. Aku pulak dah gabra. Dah kelam kabut dah aku ni bila nampak dia terus aje melulu masuk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mau tak nye.. ni rumah aku sudah pasti suke aku la nak pakai ape kan... dah la terpusing-pusing terlompat-lompat aku dah tak tahu nak sorok ke.. nak tukar pakaian ke... nak pegi hempok dia ke.. Mak pulak time tu kat kebun belakang rumah. AISHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pon jawab la wa'alaikumussalam..kejap..kejap.. dengan harapan dia tunggu kat meja depan rumah tu aje.. rupenye dah sampai depan pintu rumah dan kepala siap jengah jengah dalam rumah. Bertuah betol la budak ni. Kau ingat ni rumah kau? adik kau? kakak kau? Nasib la aku tak berkemban ke.. ape ke.. tak pasal-pasal kang kau nampak ape yang tak patot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pon capai aje la..shawl then diri sebelah langsir tu dan cepat-cepat amek makanan yang dia nak bagi tu. Haishh..silap betol tak kunci gate depan tu. Geram betol aku dengan dia! Tak pikir langsung...kot ye pon nak buat selamba. Janganlah sampai&lt;strong&gt; tak tahu&lt;/strong&gt; batas. Awak tu lelaki. Saye ni perempuan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577013502954622958-4102683219270888293?l=xaxatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4102683219270888293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/2012/10/hampeh-betol-kau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default/4102683219270888293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default/4102683219270888293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/2012/10/hampeh-betol-kau.html' title='Hampeh betol kau'/><author><name>Xaxatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599194505351741134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paBnPLc0jaI/Tbk5lqN3PfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/k9KxMfCUDiQ/s220/tumblr_lilc3m0wUu1qf7mk9o1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577013502954622958.post-3678901508046275909</id><published>2012-10-07T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-07T19:22:48.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.coming here could possibly be one of my biggest regrets.&lt;br /&gt;.maybe or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;.people always says that things happen for a reason. I say the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.and i believe that being true to yourself is very very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.and treat people as you want to be treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.i just don’t understand how some of them are so selfish. Self centred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;.i realizes that i can't trust other people so much.&lt;br /&gt;.They’ll take advantages over me for their own benefits.&lt;br /&gt;.Hurt but it’s true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.i don’t know how they can continue being ‘emo’ all the time.almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.i always ignore them because i don’t want to get infected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.and i am not interested in their stories either. I better not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.my individualism has taken me to unexpected mysterious life.&lt;br /&gt;.for sooo long i've been painting my own future own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;.now i finally realize that i painted it in slightly different way.&lt;br /&gt;.in a way that i can't explain myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.i can't believe how i did it for these past years or maybe since i was born.&lt;br /&gt;.but i know i am now leading to different path.&lt;br /&gt;.i wonder what would happen to me if i wasn't here.right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.i question what are the things i didn’t do to get here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.i wonder what are the things i do to get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.i wonder how everything would end?. Did i think too much?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.or i just knew too much?.&lt;br /&gt;.sometime, insecurity feeling just takes over me.&lt;br /&gt;.somehow i am overwhelm by life expectations.&lt;br /&gt;.my journey so far had thought me&amp;nbsp; a lot about what life is about.&lt;br /&gt;.then again, i know there are still yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;.make me learn.make me mature.make me less insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.i realize that no matter how far I’ve been i still look back to see how i changed.&lt;br /&gt;.i may proud i may not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577013502954622958-3678901508046275909?l=xaxatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3678901508046275909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/2012/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default/3678901508046275909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default/3678901508046275909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/2012/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaxatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599194505351741134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paBnPLc0jaI/Tbk5lqN3PfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/k9KxMfCUDiQ/s220/tumblr_lilc3m0wUu1qf7mk9o1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577013502954622958.post-7114534855151915768</id><published>2012-09-23T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-23T23:55:00.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berkat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" Kucing makhluk yang berkat," bisik hatinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiba-tiba terlintas dalam fikirannya mengapakah kucing dikatakan makhluk yang berkat sedangkan ia tidak melakukan pekerjaan sebagaimana haiwan lain. Kucing hanya bermain, makan dan tidur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada malam itu ketika mahu tidur, datang seekor kucing lalu duduk di tepi bantalnya. Kemudian, kucing itu menghampiri mulutnya ke telinga lalu berzikir secara jelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" Ya Rahim, Ya Rahim, Ya Rahim, Ya Rahim"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia tersentak lalu bingkas bangun. 'Apakah aku sedang bermimpi?' bisik hatinya. Selepas dipastikan ketika itu beliau tidak bermimpi, barulah sedar kucing itu menjawab lintasan fikiran beliau yang merendahkan dan menghina keupayaan makhluk kucing. Beliau juga merasakan lafaz zikir ' Ya Rahim... Ya Rahim...' yang keluar dari mulut kucing itu seperti suatu tamparan ke wajahnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kemudian terlintas pula dalam fikirannya apakah zikir Ya Rahim.. ini khusus untuk kucing yang seekor ini sahaja ataupun semua kucing berzikir yang sama. Beliau juga tertanya-tanya adakah zikir kucing ini hanya didengarkan kepada beliau sahaja yang mempersoalkan dan mempertikaikan makhluk kucing? Atau manusia lain yang memerhati dan mengambil perhatian juga akan mendengar zikir kucing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiba-tiba datang tiga ekor kucing lagi lalu menghampirinya. ketika itu beliau terdengar kucing-kucing itu mengucapkan zikir yang sama berulang-ulang dengan nada yang berbeza-beza tinggi dan rendah. Semakin lama mendengar semakin jelas kucing-kucing itu mengiau dengan menyebut Ya Rahim... Ya Rahim sehingga zikir itu menjadi semakin lama semakin fasih dan penuh kesedihan. Ketika mulutnya ditutup rapat juga tetap melantun zikir Ya Rahim Ya Rahim dengan baik sekali. Kucing-kucing itu seperti merayu kepada Tuhannya yang bersifat al-Rahim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Itulah zikir dan munajat kucing. __ Badiuzzaman Said Nursi (m/s 290 &amp;amp; 291)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577013502954622958-7114534855151915768?l=xaxatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7114534855151915768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/2012/09/berkat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default/7114534855151915768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577013502954622958/posts/default/7114534855151915768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xaxatie.blogspot.com/2012/09/berkat.html' title='Berkat'/><author><name>Xaxatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599194505351741134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paBnPLc0jaI/Tbk5lqN3PfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/k9KxMfCUDiQ/s220/tumblr_lilc3m0wUu1qf7mk9o1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577013502954622958.post-6099122146682969462</id><published>2012-08-30T00:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-30T00:49:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! 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