<?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-7097238982351549717</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:50:43.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet to learn the art of making sense</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.</name><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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097238982351549717.post-1217865409289467929</id><published>2007-10-11T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:11:24.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My interpretation of the song</title><content type='html'>Hide every thing, keep every secret inside, do not open up your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;People have to and like to portray only the good side and want you to do the same&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave the keys for every one to see what's inside, most won't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;The ones who care will feel bad, the others will laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot stop doing that, do not bother others with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up stupid people, ones who think you are wise and others are not&lt;br /&gt;--Stop creating fables--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you trust in my self righteous suicide.&lt;br /&gt;But you have to kill trying to find some meaning. That person inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to break some code or secret of life or stuff like that. They don't want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to change everyone, they will do what is making them happy and ignore the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the way to live today, today Angels deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;The world does not want them&lt;br /&gt;Don't make it complex and think you are simplifying it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something that can make you cry when angels deserve to die.&lt;br /&gt;- Chop Suey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7097238982351549717-1217865409289467929?l=yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1217865409289467929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7097238982351549717&amp;postID=1217865409289467929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/1217865409289467929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/1217865409289467929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-interpretation-of-song.html' title='My interpretation of the song'/><author><name>.</name><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-7097238982351549717.post-1831380469782491338</id><published>2007-06-07T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:07:42.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This blog seems to look like a sum, or a mathematical problem being solved slowly through the use of formulas&lt;br /&gt;Seems like at times there is the trial and error method too.&lt;br /&gt;At times I can lose direction though&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing when sometimes I read an article I myself wrote a while back&lt;br /&gt;But don't have any clue what it means anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Right now I feel it's a brain slowly getting mature ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7097238982351549717-1831380469782491338?l=yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1831380469782491338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7097238982351549717&amp;postID=1831380469782491338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/1831380469782491338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/1831380469782491338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-blog.html' title='This blog'/><author><name>.</name><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-7097238982351549717.post-5449742430013765215</id><published>2007-06-06T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:13:39.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 second thoughts in a 505</title><content type='html'>Is man a creature really ignorant, innocent, naive and one of the most weakest?&lt;br /&gt;So busy with his own self, occupied with himself and getting so far from the biological cycle, leading towards his own destruction?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I travel a thousand people I see, come in and out of the trains , walking on the streets , seem so much in a hurry to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me feel the presence of something else in this world amongst the rush.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me as if man is moving towards some direction, unconsciously, so fast, he doesn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;A person involves himself in activities that are of his interest and help him survive, this keeps his mind occupied, he is happy, nothing else is needed. Some people occupy themselves with small things and most with their own betterment&lt;br /&gt;While some think about big issues, world peace, the universe, species of the planet, whatever they like.&lt;br /&gt;He does not need to think about  anything else. Is that how everything is supposed to be? But it seems too bloody simple.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Everyday he learns something new from this world, and the more he learns the less amusing the things that he learnt before become. New discoveries make other existing things seem normal and insignificant, unlike they were before. So as an individual if one finds less things to occupy his mind, he starts to prove things like ''The earth is a pyramid''.. . lol :-D--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7097238982351549717-5449742430013765215?l=yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5449742430013765215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7097238982351549717&amp;postID=5449742430013765215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/5449742430013765215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/5449742430013765215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-second-thoughts-in-505.html' title='1 second thoughts in a 505'/><author><name>.</name><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-7097238982351549717.post-5600221917916337200</id><published>2007-06-04T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:10:58.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Change is good and change is bad.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot adjust to change easily, in me or in people around me or in other things.&lt;br /&gt;Voluntary change is what I think should happen gradually.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that every step in any direction towards something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Is one step in the opposite / or some direction away from something else.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think it is possible to find out all the reactions of change.&lt;br /&gt;It is good to maintain a balance of the things around at least as far as possible.&lt;br /&gt;I am changing and I don't like everything -&lt;br /&gt;There are somethings that I might be losing because of the changes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And have to lose them for the changes but I want to keep them and so I am trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7097238982351549717-5600221917916337200?l=yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5600221917916337200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7097238982351549717&amp;postID=5600221917916337200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/5600221917916337200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/5600221917916337200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-changing-and-i-dont-like.html' title='Change'/><author><name>.</name><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-7097238982351549717.post-40752809474398172</id><published>2007-01-09T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:24:44.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A state of final spiritual ruin, loss of the soul, damnation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The future state of the wicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Utter destruction or ruin.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;...........-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; these were the dictionary meanings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I think it means more than all this. Is there some place called Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel like I am becoming one of those people who believe that&lt;br /&gt;This world does not deserve this earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7097238982351549717-40752809474398172?l=yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/feeds/40752809474398172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7097238982351549717&amp;postID=40752809474398172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/40752809474398172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/40752809474398172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/2007/01/perdition.html' title='Perdition'/><author><name>.</name><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-7097238982351549717.post-702929040475278616</id><published>2007-01-03T01:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:12:01.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence limits perspective</title><content type='html'>You read books, articles , blogs and experience a lot of things and then based on that you have a better judgment about everything&lt;br /&gt;Way to go , way to live. But as you occupy yourself with all your activities and interests you never have the time to think about something else.&lt;br /&gt;Something outside the box. In fact you might never, unless you get triggered by and event that would make you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mans ability to spend some time thinking about his purpose and discover inner reasoning is lost amidst all he does&lt;br /&gt;The best minds are working on what they have discovered and the process of development is what they are concerned about not wanting to know any further&lt;br /&gt;A million years ago there was less discovery and more to think about, 500 years ago there was discovery but also time to think about more&lt;br /&gt;Today there is so much to think about what has been discovered, there's hardly anytime to think about discovering any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I have not witnessed any progress in discovery among humans within themselves&lt;br /&gt;It's always been about what's around and how to use what's around for them to survive.&lt;br /&gt;But I have the feeling that it might be the ultimate truth and it could be ugly and beautiful at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you learn has to be through people or places or issues , or events , or facts that can bee seen heard and have proof- or written -&lt;br /&gt;But what if you stumble upon something outside all this, you go through something you feel people rarely go through , it changes your perspective.&lt;br /&gt;You become a different being, usually termed as "Case of mental illness" by everyone around you .. .. .. ... . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say thinking now seems pointless as everyone will know what it is in the end anyway-&lt;br /&gt;I have never read books or have experienced enough to know the answers to the questions others might know.&lt;br /&gt;Reading what I have written might make you feel I am lost in the dark trying to find something when there is just space and nothing around me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm walking, there's ground beneath my feet and I feel that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7097238982351549717-702929040475278616?l=yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/feeds/702929040475278616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7097238982351549717&amp;postID=702929040475278616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/702929040475278616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/702929040475278616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='Influence limits perspective'/><author><name>.</name><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-7097238982351549717.post-8526615409750310449</id><published>2007-01-02T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:05:27.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a sickness or something else?-- (MAKING A BIG DEAL OUT OF SOMETHING COMMON)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever thought so much about some thing and analyzed it so deeply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That by thinking and coming across the various conclusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An idea slips into your mind that makes you think even more and so, on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Till it starts taking a toll on you physically and you feel so horrible inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your hair starts tingling at the back of your neck, your fingers tremble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You sweat in an A/c room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You cant see clearly, you feel as if your head is about to explode and you might faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But this should only happen in situations when you think you did something wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or your judgment was wrong and you start realizing somethings but you can't believe it&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;strong&gt;You get to know things you never wanted to know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After all thought, something still remains incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Probably I'm just a sick or a confused person who is confusing himself even more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like everyone says - probably psych or mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But there has to be a reason to this behavior-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot afford a psychiatrist - so I have a blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's one sign of me being mad, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-weight: bold;" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I would never do such a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It could also be simple - like my friends say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a person who thinks too much and has not matured like the people around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm really a fool who's driving himself mad for no reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When he can just enjoy and have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it also could be that others don't want to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or are such cowards or dishonest a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cannot show their real self to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not even themselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They are afraid they will not be liked, They need to keep a personality to cover themselves than discuss things that will make them sound like a maniac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or they want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conform&lt;/span&gt;. They don't want to get confused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What they have learnt is what is right and that's it&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe they don't want to think- '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-weight: bold;" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; they dread &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What they'll start to realize is what they never wanted to" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It cold be painful and hurting. They cannot stand the pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignorance is bliss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They say ' If everyone around is like that, then be like that' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you are like an open book, if you are honest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you wear your life on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sleeve&lt;/span&gt; you eat shit and die or maybe even worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7097238982351549717-8526615409750310449?l=yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8526615409750310449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7097238982351549717&amp;postID=8526615409750310449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/8526615409750310449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7097238982351549717/posts/default/8526615409750310449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yettolearntheartofmakingsense.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-it-sickness-or-something-else-have.html' title='Is it a sickness or something else?-- (MAKING A BIG DEAL OUT OF SOMETHING COMMON)'/><author><name>.</name><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></feed>
