<?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-7408368</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:30:08.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p0iSoNed_cHeRriEs</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/miscellaneous/cherries.gif"&gt;~~~this blog is the existence of my sick sad world...a world where flowers are wilted and cherries are poisoned...a place where sad memories prevails...my nook of bitterness and sufferings...a corner where my heart wished it never beats...and where tommorow doesnt matter but the struggle with the bitter loneliness of today~~~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-109581773693966869</id><published>2004-09-14T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T09:48:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in dreams...</title><summary type='text'>A dream of you and ILiving blissfully in harmonyLike a working symphonyDelivering soulful melody…Two hearts beating as oneMinds in sweet unisonBodies in tender conjunctionSenses in unbreakable connection…Together you and IUtterly happy, till eternityBut only a dream, just a dreamWhy can’t it be reality?When I wake up, you’re far awayWith the one who truly owns youBinded by a vow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/109581773693966869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=109581773693966869' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/109581773693966869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/109581773693966869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-dreams.html' title='in dreams...'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-109437805514925284</id><published>2004-09-05T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T18:09:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iT mAkEs sEnSe...</title><summary type='text'>When you love someone, you’ll do crazy things you can’t explain. You’ll deny the truth and believe in lies; you sacrifice, give everything you’ve got and never think twice. You risk it all no matter what.Love is the feeling we fall in and out of, and every time we fall off, we learn to hold on tighter…hoping that next time we may never have to let go.True: Lucky is the man who won the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/109437805514925284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=109437805514925284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/109437805514925284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/109437805514925284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-makes-sense.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;iT mAkEs sEnSe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-109401465834047007</id><published>2004-09-01T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T18:11:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops...</title><summary type='text'>Days would come and endBut still loneliness staysHow can a battered heart mend?If courage and strength sways...Should I stay or go?I'm torned despairingly into twoHalf of me wants to hold on tightly,While the other half wants to let go...Engulfed w/ many afflictionsJabbed by blows of cynicismNeedful of love and affectionGaping w/ desperation...Staring blankly out in the horizon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/109401465834047007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=109401465834047007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/109401465834047007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/109401465834047007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/09/raindrops.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Raindrops...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-109013558843584588</id><published>2004-07-18T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T15:29:12.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNFORTUNATELY...u R iN-LoVe!!!</title><summary type='text'>     When you are together with that special someone, you pretend to ignore that person. But when that special someone is not around, you might look around to find them. At that moment, you are in love.        Although there is someone else who always makes you laugh, your eyes and attention might go only to that special someone. Then, you are in love. Although that special someone was supposed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/109013558843584588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=109013558843584588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/109013558843584588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/109013558843584588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/07/unfortunatelyu-r-in-love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;UNFORTUNATELY...u R iN-LoVe!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-108866472218077862</id><published>2004-07-16T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T18:52:42.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bAcK wHeRe U bELoNg…</title><summary type='text'>   recollecting the past, a special love we once possess, feelings so true and precise, has now gone astray… the mind can’t perceive what to do, coz’ it always meditates on you, restraining tears to descend, with all my strength, it will not fall… a desire to go back in time, to where we used to be, though I’ve bestowed you everything, still, to give you more, I’m willing… the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/108866472218077862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=108866472218077862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108866472218077862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108866472218077862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/07/back-where-u-belong.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;bAcK wHeRe U bELoNg…&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-108840508810317181</id><published>2004-06-28T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T19:42:12.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f0rGiVe Me, dEaR hEaRt... </title><summary type='text'>Sulking in my lonely room, Pitying myself for playing the fool, Feeling so stupid to fall Desperately and madly in love with you… I should’ve known better, Should’ve listened to the warnings of my instinct, That loving a man like you, Would only break my heart into two… But instead, I gave in, Surrendered to the dictates of my longing heart, Feeling so much, Holding nothing back, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/108840508810317181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=108840508810317181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108840508810317181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108840508810317181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/06/f0rgive-me-dear-heart_28.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f0rGiVe Me, dEaR hEaRt...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/heart.gif&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-108839629484819198</id><published>2004-06-28T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T19:55:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'> tHe FaMiLiAr s0Ng... </title><summary type='text'>...Here I am once again,Confined within the corners of my sanctuary,As bittersweet melodiesFills up the silence of my lonely nook…At first it didn’t matter,Coz beats and tunes are all that I hear…But as minutes goes by,A familiar song went by…Familiar? I ask myself why…Clueless as I was, I listened intentlyWhile the music flows in a sweet sorrowful melody,Word by word, it haunted me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/108839629484819198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=108839629484819198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108839629484819198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108839629484819198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/06/familiar-s0ng.html' title=' &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tHe FaMiLiAr s0Ng...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; '/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-108835109619219009</id><published>2004-06-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T14:29:01.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'> HoPiNg d HeArT nEvEr fEeLs... </title><summary type='text'>“Make the most of what you do with someone ‘coz though you hope it would last forever, some things just don’t…”“If you found a right love at the wrong time, look the other way and wait for the one meant for you…”“To get over HIM, start seeing other people…”“Of all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: It might have been…"“The pain of the mind and heart is worse than the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/108835109619219009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=108835109619219009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108835109619219009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108835109619219009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/06/hoping-d-heart-never-feels.html' title=' &lt;strong&gt;HoPiNg d HeArT nEvEr fEeLs...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/heart2.gif&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-108832573650875859</id><published>2004-06-27T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T14:29:37.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SiCk sAd w0rLd</title><summary type='text'>“To be able to fall in love again, open up your heart…”“There are two ways of meeting difficulties; you alter the difficulties or you alter yourself meeting them…” “Love is a delusion that one woman differs from another…”“Our passions are like convulsion fits, though which they make us stronger for the time, leaves weaker ever after…”“There can be no rainbow without a cloud and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/108832573650875859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=108832573650875859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108832573650875859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108832573650875859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/06/sick-sad-w0rld.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SiCk sAd w0rLd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-108823204349075350</id><published>2004-06-26T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T21:36:17.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe hEaRt aChEs...</title><summary type='text'>"The worst way to miss someone is when they are right beside you and yet you can never truly have them...""No love can HURT as much as the love that can never be...and no thoughts can hurt as much as the thoughts of a love that could have been...""Never say you're going to if you never will; never talk about feelings if they are not really there; never say I LOVE YOU if you don't really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/108823204349075350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=108823204349075350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108823204349075350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108823204349075350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/06/heart-aches.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tHe hEaRt aChEs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-108817929680513549</id><published>2004-06-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T20:01:28.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s0mEtHiNg t0 p0nDeR 0n.... </title><summary type='text'>“Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amidst joy.”“Our desires always disappoint us; for though we meet with something that gives us satisfaction, yet it never thoroughly answers our expectations.”“Hatred is blind, as well as love.”“The cowards never started – and the weak died along the way.”“There are two tragedies in life – one is not to get your every</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/108817929680513549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=108817929680513549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108817929680513549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108817929680513549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/06/s0mething-t0-p0nder-0n.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;s0mEtHiNg t0 p0nDeR 0n....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/exclamation.gif&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-108807821999539765</id><published>2004-06-24T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T19:56:59.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON SOULMATES</title><summary type='text'>ON SOULMATES by:Mabel Imperial Tecsonfrom the book of Jaime T. Licauco entitled"Soulmates, Karma &amp; Reincarnation"Seekers of love eternal pray tell,what alchemy of Aphrodite holds the secret elixirto recover a love once lostburied in the sands of successionsof past incarnations?How can i erase the memoriesof countless lives lived in spirit?How can i keep my heart from touching your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/108807821999539765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=108807821999539765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108807821999539765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108807821999539765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/06/on-soulmates.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;ON SOULMATES&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408368.post-108799337245934485</id><published>2004-06-24T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T12:02:22.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poisoned Cherries</title><summary type='text'>heartbraking and tormenting...these feelings that i have...swirling with dark emotions, the tears i can not hold back...one by one they fell,as they trickle down my face...cant help but remember the days...the times that you were mine...and the joy i have felt...its like the taste of sweet cherries,but now, i keep asking myself why,why do people love and later part...who are those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/feeds/108799337245934485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408368&amp;postID=108799337245934485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108799337245934485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408368/posts/default/108799337245934485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisoned_cherries.blogspot.com/2004/06/poisoned-cherries.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Poisoned Cherries&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>p0iSoNeD+cHeRriEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375335963137941929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/wiltingclover/RinoaAngel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
