<?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-37277031</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:05:57.452+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet nothingness</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes is all you need...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CuddleCakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02794767643823261034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.visionsfineart.com/garmash/images/among_friends.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-37277031.post-116889279938405827</id><published>2007-01-15T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:56:11.610+03:00</updated><title type='text'>May Your Soul Rest In Peace             “Jabir El Khair”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drM_8XuuobI/RdEJGtH3LeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LEmvYrUfj5U/s1600-h/baba+jaber+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030812269545991650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drM_8XuuobI/RdEJGtH3LeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LEmvYrUfj5U/s320/baba+jaber+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A year ago Kuwait suffered one of its greatest losses… A heart like no other… A person no word&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drM_8XuuobI/RdEIxdH3LdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oW_HogyfVy4/s1600-h/baba+jaber+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drM_8XuuobI/RdEIxdH3LdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oW_HogyfVy4/s1600-h/baba+jaber+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can do him justice… Kuwait has reached its glory with him… يا أكبر فرحة مرت بعمر الكويت … you’re in our hearts and always will be…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;اللهم اغفر له وارحمه ..وعافه واعف عنه .. وأكرم نزله .. ووسع مدخله.. واغسله بالماء والثلج والبرد.. ونقه من الذنوب والخطايا كما &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ينقى الثوب الأبيض من الدنس .. اللهم ابدله داراً خيراً من داره .. وأهلاً خيراً من أهله .. وارزقه الحور العين في جناتك جنات النعيم .. آمين .. اللهم اجعل قبره روضة من رياض الجنة . ولا تجعلها حفرة من حفر النيران .. اللهم يا حنان .. يا منان .. يا عظيم .. يا سلطان .. أسألك بكل اسمائك الحسنى , وصفاتك العلى .. أن تغفر للشيخ جابر ما سلف .. وأن تثبته عند السؤال .. اللهم يا رب العرش العظيم .. ارحمه برحمتك الواسعة .. وارزقه مرافقة نبيك محمد صلى الله عليه وسلم .. واجزه خير الجزاء على ما قدم من حسنات .. وتجاوز عن السيئات .. يا رب السماوات .. آمين .. اللهم ألهمنا الصبر .. لا حول ولا قوة إلا بالله .. إنا لله وإنا إليه راجعون ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;والحمد لله وحده و الصلاة و السلام على رسول الله و آله و صحبه أجمعين&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37277031-116889279938405827?l=sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/feeds/116889279938405827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37277031&amp;postID=116889279938405827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116889279938405827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116889279938405827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/2007/01/may-your-soul-rest-in-peace-jabir-el.html' title='May Your Soul Rest In Peace             “Jabir El Khair”'/><author><name>CuddleCakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02794767643823261034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.visionsfineart.com/garmash/images/among_friends.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drM_8XuuobI/RdEJGtH3LeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LEmvYrUfj5U/s72-c/baba+jaber+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37277031.post-116470400935026524</id><published>2006-11-28T11:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:57:13.993+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grieving is Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1890/4184/1600/missing%20u.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1890/4184/400/missing%20u.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never knew what grieving was until I lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing you was losing my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then…I never knew you were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you said farewell in your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up I knew you weren’t alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it deep down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something’s wrong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly…missing you was overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be?!.... Will it ever?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh silly me of course not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying it with tearful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and death will never get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew eternity is only to Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of all creatures I saw you differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t want to believes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me… it was true *a lump forms in my throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Liars…liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they still are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hearing nothing about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was something wrong *crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I was alone… I lived alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that night was different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt lonely…I felt abandoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forlorn spirit is all I can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was a dreary path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in tears…slept in tears…woke up in tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My surrounds seemed desolated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering crowded places felt empty…lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the walking-dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I’ve lost my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb in all that I had to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curled on the sofa… staring into space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging your picture to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing like a four-year- old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d cry my heart out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to remember your last words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual…before I travel I’d hug you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d feel the lump and choke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d struggle not to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d fight my tears back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’d get tearful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d see your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my tears would drip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to distract you with a big smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d promise to call when I arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d ask you to take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*But had I ever told you that I love you?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d go out the door after peeking a couple last glances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then seconds later I’d run in again and give you one last big hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know then that it really was the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d give anything for just one more hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t imagine my life without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still can’t…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait…I stopped living long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it been three years?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it been that long?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuality it has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable how time flies by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it really fly by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it me who stood still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that it’s dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the tough facet there’s a tender heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big part of it is dead… dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once lively and hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it makes my heart sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is never the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you more than life itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re always in my heart… on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No heart…no love is greater than yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No warmth has ever touched my heart as yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caring and tenderness could ever compare to yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is indescribable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can’t see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can’t touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re living within me still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say I know you’re alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re in my heart and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is denial then denial is my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s where you are then it’s all I live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’d ask…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you grieve someone alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would because….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is that &lt;em&gt;I Miss You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Never take the love of those around for granted…you may never know when they’ll be gone…it could be in a blink of an eye…so if you never told them that you love them…there’s no time like the present………(showing it is something but saying it is something else- it could mean the world to them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37277031-116470400935026524?l=sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/feeds/116470400935026524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37277031&amp;postID=116470400935026524' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116470400935026524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116470400935026524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/2006/11/grieving-is-missing-you.html' title='Grieving is Missing You'/><author><name>CuddleCakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02794767643823261034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.visionsfineart.com/garmash/images/among_friends.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37277031.post-116378119254698684</id><published>2006-11-17T19:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:33:12.553+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dommiez Book - Tagged by SpikeyQ8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1890/4184/1600/DUMMIES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1890/4184/400/DUMMIES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37277031-116378119254698684?l=sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/feeds/116378119254698684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37277031&amp;postID=116378119254698684' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116378119254698684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116378119254698684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-dommiez-book-tagged-by-spikeyq8.html' title='My Dommiez Book - Tagged by SpikeyQ8'/><author><name>CuddleCakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02794767643823261034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.visionsfineart.com/garmash/images/among_friends.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37277031.post-116327929996786034</id><published>2006-11-11T23:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:35:42.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for some fun self-discovery?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.grapevine-group.co.uk/images/questionnaire-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.grapevine-group.co.uk/images/questionnaire-pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite websites is &lt;a href="http://www.tickle.com"&gt;www.tickle.com&lt;/a&gt; which can engage you for hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still wondering what tickle is all about, here...&lt;br /&gt;Tickle's tests are based on the most current and accurate research available. Each offers thought provoking test questions, personalized analyses, and follow up emails that encourage goal fulfillment and relationship improvement in every area of life. Tickle's free sample reports related to personality and career growth to help members learn more about themselves and their interests, and provide deeper context for them to connect with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so come on tickle your senses...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. bs tra you must tell me which tests you took and the results ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37277031-116327929996786034?l=sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/feeds/116327929996786034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37277031&amp;postID=116327929996786034' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116327929996786034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116327929996786034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/2006/11/ready-for-some-fun-self-discovery.html' title='Ready for some fun self-discovery?'/><author><name>CuddleCakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02794767643823261034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.visionsfineart.com/garmash/images/among_friends.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37277031.post-116297491734594562</id><published>2006-11-08T11:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:35:17.706+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving a helping hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1890/4184/1600/helping%20hand.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1890/4184/320/helping%20hand.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've always wanted to volunteer or do community services to help the less privileged or the sick but never had the chance to due to studying and being away from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back I would really love to begin BUT it proved to be not that easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such organizations here in Kuwait don't have websites (the only one I found and supposed to have all the links wasn't updated since 2003!!!) and they don't publish coming events or even seek volunteers making it hard to find them or know what's required...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea on how to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome to share any activities/experiences you had of volunteering or any thoughts on the subject :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37277031-116297491734594562?l=sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/feeds/116297491734594562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37277031&amp;postID=116297491734594562' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116297491734594562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116297491734594562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/2006/11/giving-helping-hand.html' title='Giving a helping hand'/><author><name>CuddleCakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02794767643823261034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.visionsfineart.com/garmash/images/among_friends.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37277031.post-116288763735109354</id><published>2006-11-07T10:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:20:37.360+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some times ALL you need is Sweet Nothingness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1890/4184/1600/Dreaming%20of%20Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1890/4184/320/Dreaming%20of%20Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt so distant from reality.. Yet badly craving its sweet nothingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever daydreamed of such sweetness.. That reality seemed a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered if it's to be felt.. A blissful reality it would be no end? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37277031-116288763735109354?l=sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/feeds/116288763735109354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37277031&amp;postID=116288763735109354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116288763735109354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37277031/posts/default/116288763735109354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnothingness-q8.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-times-all-you-need-is-sweet.html' title='Some times ALL you need is Sweet Nothingness'/><author><name>CuddleCakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02794767643823261034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.visionsfineart.com/garmash/images/among_friends.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
