<?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-5260135</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:32:27.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaty Palm</title><subtitle type='html'>We can't stop it.  We can't claim it back.  It came to past.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223043539990585423</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-107340474513013567</id><published>2004-01-06T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T08:00:44.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My indecision to call you, to hear your voice of reason. Will you come home to stop this pain tonight? Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head. I miss you and love(yes love) you and i will hold on to what little hope is left until finally my dream is shattered and i fall to earth with a bump. But until then i am yours and yours exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-107340474513013567?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/107340474513013567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/107340474513013567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340474513013567' title=''/><author><name>Deven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16852034407460416576</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-95149340</id><published>2003-06-01T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T04:04:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Random Thoughts..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i avoid certain conversations with you sometimes, its not because i hate you. Rather, its because i simply don't want to lead you on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i suddenly message you, its because i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i stop messaging you, its because you ignored me and i guess you don't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not always happy although i smile. The feelings i feel is after the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say "I love you" for fun. If I ever say that to you, I really mean it. If not, the most I will say is, "I like you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always give hints. So be a little bit more sensitive and you will get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just get so cold. It's because I don't wish to let the rest know how I feel at that point of moment. I rather ignore everyone then to dampen everyone's mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got temper. Real bad ones. But forgive me for being mean sometimes. It's hard to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words that I have said doesn't match my heart. It's because sometimes the truth is better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am single not because i want to, but I just seem to get the right guy who wants to spend his lifetime with me. I am just too afraid of being in love and get hurt once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times whereby I wanted to be with someone so much that I retreated. Because the thought of breaking up again really bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really likes me, or rather love me, tell me. Be straightforward. But don't hurt me. Promise me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may appear that I don't care. But I DO care. It's just that people will find it fake if we are overly concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish to show that I care. But I feels that you are not interested. I rather keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please trust me, I am trying hard to be happy and move on with no heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could move on and leave all these behind i would, but its too late.. somehow its become a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-95149340?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/95149340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/95149340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95149340' title=''/><author><name>Rearie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504022357076180294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-92780495</id><published>2003-04-17T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T07:56:59.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is like a vaccum cleaner. It sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-92780495?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92780495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92780495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92780495' title=''/><author><name>Rearie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504022357076180294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-92780476</id><published>2003-04-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T07:56:39.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Time..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time came and Time went.&lt;br /&gt;Time never stayed.&lt;br /&gt;Time cried "Why wait?" And I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;Time complained "Stop wasting!" And i couldn't help but agree.&lt;br /&gt;Time screamed "Go and do it!" But i hesistated.&lt;br /&gt;Time apologised "Sorry, no waiting" And left me.&lt;br /&gt;Time sneered.&lt;br /&gt;Time cheated.&lt;br /&gt;Time bullied me.&lt;br /&gt;Time encouraged "You can do it" But i doubted so.&lt;br /&gt;Time pushed "Come on.." But i was still numb and unfeeling.&lt;br /&gt;Time tolerated no more of this crap and was gone..&lt;br /&gt;With me still on the highway,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-92780476?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92780476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92780476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92780476' title=''/><author><name>Rearie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504022357076180294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-92642651</id><published>2003-04-15T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T04:04:33.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah...confused...u say it clearer then i can tell u my opinions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-92642651?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92642651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92642651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92642651' title=''/><author><name>Deven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16852034407460416576</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-92638479</id><published>2003-04-15T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T01:54:27.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Speaking the truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number1 and number2 are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie to number1 in the dining area, number2 is in the living hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to speak the truth, should I also tell number2 the truth?  I don't think number2 can hear our conversation clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone here tell me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-92638479?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92638479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92638479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92638479' title=''/><author><name>Emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223043539990585423</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-92571573</id><published>2003-04-14T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T05:20:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Re: Nope, I didn't send you.  Don't think you know that song.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hillsongs Australia - Magnificent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who compares to You?&lt;br /&gt;Who set the stars in their place?&lt;br /&gt;You who calmed the raging seas &lt;br /&gt;That came crashing over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who compares to You?&lt;br /&gt;You who bring the morning light,&lt;br /&gt;The hope of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Is rest assured in Your great love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You are magnificent,&lt;br /&gt;Eternally wonderful, glorious.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, no one ever will compare&lt;br /&gt;You are magnificent,&lt;br /&gt;Eternally wonderful, glorious.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, no one ever will compare&lt;br /&gt;To You, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the evening fades,&lt;br /&gt;You call forth songs of joy.&lt;br /&gt;As the morning wakes,&lt;br /&gt;We Your children give You praise.&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, no one ever will compare&lt;br /&gt;To You, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;No one ever will compare&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, no one ever will compare&lt;br /&gt;To You, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;No one ever will compare&lt;br /&gt;To You, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[emil what song is that? u send to me b4? *blur*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-92571573?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92571573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92571573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92571573' title=''/><author><name>Rearie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504022357076180294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-92419399</id><published>2003-04-11T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T07:35:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;An entry of a depressed girl..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love..&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if its love when you feel something for a person?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when u think u really love someone..you somehow still&lt;br /&gt;have to let go of them. Yet in your heart..you wish for them to come&lt;br /&gt;back..but unfortunately..they never will. &lt;br /&gt;Infatuation..&lt;br /&gt;What is infactuation anyway? If you love someone..yet someone else &lt;br /&gt;says its infatuation..how would u know? And how would you know that&lt;br /&gt;if someone who says he loves you really care? Could it be infatuation&lt;br /&gt;that he feels towards you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love..a complicating thing.. sometimes people are afraid to take the&lt;br /&gt;risk and love again after times of being hurt because they are unsure&lt;br /&gt;if its love or infatuation or something else... why is love like this? To me&lt;br /&gt;love at first sight doesn't exist.. i don't feel like loving anymore.. because&lt;br /&gt;i don't think anyone loves me because he definately doesn't anymore...or &lt;br /&gt;perhaps he never did. I mean relationship love..not sibling &lt;br /&gt;love or family love..friend love or anything..but all i know is i love &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he loves me too.. maybe that's all i will ever need since relationship&lt;br /&gt;love hurts so badly.. at least God will never turn his back on me and pretend&lt;br /&gt;that he never loved me. He would love me back as long as i loved him too...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of all these makes my palm sweaty..or is it wet due to the tears that drip&lt;br /&gt;down from my face? an entry of a depressed girl.. will she ever make it out on her &lt;br /&gt;own again? can she learn to trust..to risk it all and start anew? stay tuned to find&lt;br /&gt;out -_-"&lt;br /&gt;[edit] sorry dudes..sad mood that's why i'm writting these crap.. please ignore it&lt;br /&gt;and blog yer stuff.. thank you.. God bless you.. btw..is the new layout ok? if not,&lt;br /&gt;then i'll change it back to the original one.. yeah.. [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-92419399?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92419399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92419399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92419399' title=''/><author><name>Rearie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504022357076180294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-92344880</id><published>2003-04-09T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T01:36:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I need you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you want to buy insurance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you want to buy love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey can you sign a love contract with me?  Erm.. 2 years contract ehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey help me to throw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey this is a perfect product, you buy now got discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey can sign a friendship contract with me?  Two weeks contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! See I'm so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!!!  YOU GOT NOOOOO LOVE!!!!!!!!!! (oh I really dun like this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-92344880?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92344880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92344880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92344880' title=''/><author><name>Emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223043539990585423</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-92335499</id><published>2003-04-09T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T20:32:48.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erm. you all blog in poetry like stuff..what am i suppose to blog ?_? i suck at all the chim stuff :p i passed lit by 1 mark only =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-92335499?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92335499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92335499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92335499' title=''/><author><name>Rearie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504022357076180294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-92227581</id><published>2003-04-08T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T08:57:27.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sweaty palm&lt;br /&gt;So fun&lt;br /&gt;Can play tic tac toe on the table&lt;br /&gt;And irritate people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sickening&lt;br /&gt;Make your girlfriend feel yukky&lt;br /&gt;Make what you hold become wet&lt;br /&gt;Always have the smell of money on your hands&lt;br /&gt;Make the mouse and keyboard black&lt;br /&gt;Make it difficult to concentrate when playing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more cons then pros. But like many things in real life. There are always more cons then pros. But i would say i like my sweaty palms. Because they make me...ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-92227581?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92227581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92227581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92227581' title=''/><author><name>Deven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16852034407460416576</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260135.post-92226612</id><published>2003-04-08T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T08:59:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sweaty Palm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say you are honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say you are the performance spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say you are the cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say you are paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say you are a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say you are disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who or what are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260135-92226612?l=sweatypalm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92226612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5260135/posts/default/92226612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatypalm.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92226612' title=''/><author><name>Emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14223043539990585423</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></entry></feed>
