<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056</id><updated>2009-02-21T00:45:05.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Knowledge Shared</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-151100054588237064</id><published>2008-08-21T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:46:15.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas station'/><title type='text'>writing</title><content type='html'>I haven't written here in forever....no one really reads this anyhow. I guess it's all for my own sanity and not anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;I love to write...thats' obvious. I have a blog. Duh. But I mean, its seems like EVERYBODY wants to be a writer. I swear I have at least like 10 friends who want to be writers. And I mean, everyone can follow their dreams, but will everyone succeed? Is everyone gonna be good enough? I get scared that one of them will be better than me and get books published and stuff and I'll be making my living by working @ a gas station and just writing blogs on the internet (that no one reads) just for fun. I guess I'll just have to be proud for my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-151100054588237064?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/151100054588237064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=151100054588237064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/151100054588237064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/151100054588237064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/writing.html' title='writing'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-2895488744930073196</id><published>2008-05-03T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:37:22.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Being Concerned About Others For Once</title><content type='html'>So ... there's a certain person in my life that used to do things that really hurt me. I let go of them as a "friend" cos I was sick of getting hurt. But now this person is hurting my friends, and I hate seeing them fall. Hate it. Can't stand it. I wish I could say more...but theres always a risk that they could read this site. I need help. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS...I don't exist. Ya know, me, Shasta. I'm a fictional character created so that someone you know can get their viewpoints out. But some of my feelings aren't shared with my "creator"...so just, try and remember that okay?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-2895488744930073196?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2895488744930073196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=2895488744930073196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/2895488744930073196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/2895488744930073196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-concerned-about-others-for-once.html' title='Being Concerned About Others For Once'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-8757374874198129864</id><published>2008-03-28T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:45:34.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>Does anyone even read this blog? Comment on this post if you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-8757374874198129864?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8757374874198129864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=8757374874198129864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/8757374874198129864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/8757374874198129864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-6947063941508330455</id><published>2008-03-18T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:02:53.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guarding My Heart (s)</title><content type='html'>Even though I often try to hide and blend into the crowd, there are plenty of people I admire. And no matter how much I lie, I HAVE had crushes. I just kind of admire the guys from a distance. Half of the time, I dunno if I really like them...or if it's just their good looks. :D But there have been some I know for sure, who I like(d) their attitude, looks, humor, love, etc...but none have them have ever noticed me. Then again, if one did notice me...I wouldn't know what to do with myself. And if they asked me out...I'd probably run away. Then again I could read their eyes...I could tell if they really liked me. I don't even know how to get a guy's attention. I don't actually want to get it (flirt). I want them to notice me without me doing anything special. But then again...I'm just to afraid. Cheaters? Stealers? Maybe I'm just safer staying away. If anyone has suggestions for me...&lt;br /&gt;Then just to add to it, I have friends who will like any guy they think is hot. Like they'll just go and talk to him and without knowing much about him maybe even date him. I don't understand how they can just sell themselves out like that. I want to help them, talk to them about it, etc... but I don't want to hurt them or to be wrong. And I can't control other people's lives. Ugh. Maybe I should just leave them alone. Its their problem if they'll let anyone have their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Sleeping :I want to cry but the tears won't come/There's blood on the ground, I think I know where it's from/But my hands are tied as I watch you die'/Step away son,the worst is past'/ He saidBut I can't see her breath, she's moving on fast/As the shadowy reaper glides through the trees/He's coming, he's coming, he's come to steal her away from me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-6947063941508330455?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6947063941508330455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=6947063941508330455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/6947063941508330455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/6947063941508330455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/guarding-my-heart-s.html' title='Guarding My Heart (s)'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-5979823371073638123</id><published>2008-03-08T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:53:20.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving...me?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like a social outcast. You know? Its craziness. I swear everytime I log onto aim, ppl "log off" aka hiding. When I walk in a room, ppl look away. Am I different? Is there...something wrong with me? I mean, I really don't understand. I want to be myself, not what other people want. But if I'm obnoxious, I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;It's really rainy out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-5979823371073638123?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5979823371073638123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=5979823371073638123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/5979823371073638123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/5979823371073638123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/lovingme.html' title='Loving...me?'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-5334675950803397316</id><published>2008-02-28T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:39:36.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Out of Control</title><content type='html'>I've been having nightmares lately. Lots of nightmares...about people. People I know and love...and am worried for.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that I can't control peoples lives. In fact whenever I try to help my friends, I normally screw things up worse. But when I don't get to see my friends or they are away on vacation I get scared for them. I feel like I need them around for me...and I feel like I need to be right there for them. But the truth is I don't need to be. It's more of a selfish thing.&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-5334675950803397316?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5334675950803397316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=5334675950803397316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/5334675950803397316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/5334675950803397316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/out-of-control.html' title='Out of Control'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-2292343134293493683</id><published>2008-02-04T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:50:37.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Being Different Being Me?</title><content type='html'>I really want to be different. Like, to stand out in a crowd, you know? Not in a slutty way at all. Just a normal innocent fun way. Like by wearing weird and colorful makeup. Or one black sock and on lime green sock. Or two differenc colord Chucks. Nothing to big. Its just if people notice my craziness, maybe they will talk to me and I can start making a difference. Being weird can be used for Him.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wonder if I'm to focused on being different and not on the important things in life? Like school, getting a job, saving money, being KIND to others...which is my weirdness's original intention. But in trying to be weird, I forget my main goal.&lt;br /&gt;And then I get more off focus when people copy me! Like if one or two people copy me I'm chill. If it is a sibling (or someone in the same HOUSE) or like 5 million people, it kinda takes the shine away and I don't feel so unique anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-2292343134293493683?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2292343134293493683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=2292343134293493683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/2292343134293493683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/2292343134293493683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-being-different-being-me.html' title='Is Being Different Being Me?'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-3885339794183256510</id><published>2008-01-28T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:51:07.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save'/><title type='text'>Making A Difference</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like you want to make a difference? Like you just want to impact the whole wide world with your thoughts, ideas, and "wisdom"? I feel like that all the time. But I don't know what to do!&lt;br /&gt;And I really haven't been paying attention to if anyone reads this blog...which is my only chance to save the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenink.com/"&gt;www.TeenInk.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-3885339794183256510?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3885339794183256510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=3885339794183256510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/3885339794183256510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/3885339794183256510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/making-difference.html' title='Making A Difference'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-5936290790994234158</id><published>2008-01-20T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:38:15.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the Best</title><content type='html'>Wow...&lt;br /&gt;You are never the best. Thats always what it seems like. It always feels like there is someone better than you, someone richer, someone cooler. I'm seriously downright sick of it. But if everyone was equal then we'd all be the same. Then there is no uniquness or the joy of winning.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sick of looking for what I'm good at. I haven't found a talent. I haven't found anything that I can beat someone else at or be "the best" at. Why can't I find my talent like everyone else? It's kinda lonely making. When will my "time to shine" come?&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-5936290790994234158?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5936290790994234158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=5936290790994234158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/5936290790994234158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/5936290790994234158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-best.html' title='Being the Best'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-8614371321927410118</id><published>2008-01-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:07:45.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many People That Don't Really Exist</title><content type='html'>These People Don't Exist: ANY GROUP/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;STEREOTYPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are finally understanding this. They are breaking down the barriers that hold people back from meeting others and instead poking fun and bullying. But why are we just cleaning things up now? Why didn't people realize this hundreds of years ago? Or why couldn't it always be? And is this actually happening everywhere now? Or just where I am? I need to know! Let the people speak. And not from their own group. As an individual. We are all the same...even if we look and act different ways. Our outside is very different....maybe even our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beliefs&lt;/span&gt;. But way DEEP DEEP down inside we are all the same. Remember that... always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-8614371321927410118?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8614371321927410118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=8614371321927410118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/8614371321927410118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/8614371321927410118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/many-people-that-dont-really-exist.html' title='The Many People That Don&apos;t Really Exist'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-918770135140031056.post-2848270926092379203</id><published>2008-01-14T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:25:21.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>They call me Shasta....&lt;br /&gt;I'm a writer. I guess it doesn't really matter what I write about. I just like writing. It's an addiction. Normally I keep my writing private...not even my closest friends are allowed to read it. But I figure...why shouldn't people be able to read what I write? Maybe they can learn something from it...or be miraculously inspired. And only mental people put personal info on the internet....so no one will really know who I am. You've read this first post...there's no turning back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/918770135140031056-2848270926092379203?l=learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2848270926092379203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=918770135140031056&amp;postID=2848270926092379203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/2848270926092379203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/918770135140031056/posts/default/2848270926092379203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningtoloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>CrazyGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18358808683250933751'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>