<?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-2892553881688147385</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:24:28.776-08:00</updated><category term='Pencil and Paper'/><category term='Pointless'/><category term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Le Velours Noir</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neysa Saulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157091024381711185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xCIeASYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/WhfYgH8apeo/S220/nn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892553881688147385.post-7085266806973130084</id><published>2010-10-10T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:15:32.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>What The???</title><content type='html'>So. How are you, people? Nyeh. It's been ages since my last post. Don't know what to write, don't know what to share, and I think I had no "life" these days (months?).&lt;br /&gt;La la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, please visit my other blog. www.neysasaulina.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892553881688147385-7085266806973130084?l=neysasaulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/feeds/7085266806973130084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/10/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/7085266806973130084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/7085266806973130084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/10/what.html' title='What The???'/><author><name>Neysa Saulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157091024381711185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xCIeASYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/WhfYgH8apeo/S220/nn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892553881688147385.post-1336646405456269211</id><published>2010-04-05T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:05:10.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Put Up Some Colors, Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My life is so colorless these days. Please help me to put up some colors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I love colorless paintings and photographs, I don't want it happens in my life. Colorless. It's too horrible. Let me tell you how it feels. You feel like you don't have something that can boost your mood every time you think about it. You're aimless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I miss myself when I felt excited about everything in my life. Everything seemed so fun and interesting. &lt;br /&gt;I hope this won't last too long. I miss my super colorful life. With pink, green, blue, and yellow in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with this pointless post! Now let's continue to sketch some skinny girls with gorgeous clothes. My paper and pencil are waiting~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892553881688147385-1336646405456269211?l=neysasaulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/feeds/1336646405456269211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/04/put-up-some-colors-please_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/1336646405456269211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/1336646405456269211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/04/put-up-some-colors-please_05.html' title='Put Up Some Colors, Please!'/><author><name>Neysa Saulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157091024381711185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xCIeASYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/WhfYgH8apeo/S220/nn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892553881688147385.post-8126263624799295301</id><published>2010-04-05T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T03:13:12.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pencil and Paper'/><title type='text'>Watercolor</title><content type='html'>When you see this drawing, you might think I used watercolor or aquarel. But no, you're wrong. I did the coloring with the brush tool in Adobe Photoshop. But I'm thinking about learning how to use watercolor in my drawings~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S7mn3-NJCVI/AAAAAAAAACI/jz8CDnfbXEo/s1600/coco+rocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S7mn3-NJCVI/AAAAAAAAACI/jz8CDnfbXEo/s400/coco+rocha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456577003568826706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892553881688147385-8126263624799295301?l=neysasaulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/feeds/8126263624799295301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/04/watercolor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/8126263624799295301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/8126263624799295301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/04/watercolor.html' title='Watercolor'/><author><name>Neysa Saulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157091024381711185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xCIeASYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/WhfYgH8apeo/S220/nn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S7mn3-NJCVI/AAAAAAAAACI/jz8CDnfbXEo/s72-c/coco+rocha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892553881688147385.post-8668091811022115461</id><published>2010-04-05T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:38:59.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Memories and Me</title><content type='html'>This morning I listened to one of my favorite songs. "I Remember" by an indie Indonesian band, Mocca. While I was listening to this song, I suddenly listed few things that I remembered that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I remember the smell of my dad's body.&lt;br /&gt;I remember, when I was a kid, about 5 or 6 years old, my dad used to spend his night-time to tell me and my brother some stories, and sometimes, we used to pray together before we sleep, and then he tucked me in, and turned out the light.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my mom used to help me do my assignments from school and my music school. She drew some treble clefs and bass clefs for my music theory assignments.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how often my brother and I did some stupid things, like reading Smurf comics, and Gaston comics out loud. We acted like we're dubbers, and we produced stupido voices. &lt;br /&gt;I remember my first boyfie. He used to call me "princess". LOL. I know. It's sooo lame.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I cried over the death of my dearest black dog, named Sakura. I felt like half of my soul had been taken from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what? I think I've been falling into the sweetest, the worst, and the happiest memories in my life these days. I don't know why I keep remembering and replaying those memories in my head. It feels like I don't want to see the future, and I just want to stay in the past. Playing around with my late dogs, or maybe listening to my dad's story. It's much more better than my recent days~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892553881688147385-8668091811022115461?l=neysasaulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/feeds/8668091811022115461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/04/memories-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/8668091811022115461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/8668091811022115461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/04/memories-and-me.html' title='Memories and Me'/><author><name>Neysa Saulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157091024381711185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xCIeASYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/WhfYgH8apeo/S220/nn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892553881688147385.post-7149762641436418856</id><published>2010-02-17T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:28:58.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pencil and Paper'/><title type='text'>RIP Alexander McQueen</title><content type='html'>I don't have any of McQueen's collection, but I do adore him.&lt;br /&gt;So I made this. A tribute for him.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Alexander McQueen~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xBTpQ6z0I/AAAAAAAAABc/CZCDtLZJOSs/s1600-h/nene+mcqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xBTpQ6z0I/AAAAAAAAABc/CZCDtLZJOSs/s400/nene+mcqueen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439294255706853186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892553881688147385-7149762641436418856?l=neysasaulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/feeds/7149762641436418856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-alexander-mcqueen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/7149762641436418856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/7149762641436418856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-alexander-mcqueen.html' title='RIP Alexander McQueen'/><author><name>Neysa Saulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157091024381711185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xCIeASYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/WhfYgH8apeo/S220/nn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xBTpQ6z0I/AAAAAAAAABc/CZCDtLZJOSs/s72-c/nene+mcqueen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892553881688147385.post-8123799815820575751</id><published>2010-02-17T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:16:23.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pencil and Paper'/><title type='text'>Chanel</title><content type='html'>It's Coco Chanel, and Anja Rubik for Chanel Eyewear Winter 2007. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3w_kqa3chI/AAAAAAAAABM/dgMzKjxkNB4/s1600-h/nene+chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3w_kqa3chI/AAAAAAAAABM/dgMzKjxkNB4/s400/nene+chanel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439292349051531794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3w__BTVlUI/AAAAAAAAABU/K18yav5WMFg/s1600-h/nene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3w__BTVlUI/AAAAAAAAABU/K18yav5WMFg/s400/nene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439292801870566722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892553881688147385-8123799815820575751?l=neysasaulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/feeds/8123799815820575751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/02/chanel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/8123799815820575751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/8123799815820575751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2010/02/chanel.html' title='Chanel'/><author><name>Neysa Saulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157091024381711185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xCIeASYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/WhfYgH8apeo/S220/nn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3w_kqa3chI/AAAAAAAAABM/dgMzKjxkNB4/s72-c/nene+chanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892553881688147385.post-9141967443566649328</id><published>2009-05-06T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:43:26.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pencil and Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Bow Wow - not realated with that singer!</title><content type='html'>This morning until 2PM was so hottie hot. And guess what. It's raining now! (It's 3.30 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I made this. If Lady Gaga put a bow on her head, I put a bow on my waist~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/SgFLlvKw-mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ajmZhLsAN5U/s1600-h/SCAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/SgFLlvKw-mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ajmZhLsAN5U/s320/SCAN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332626545472240226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my big bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892553881688147385-9141967443566649328?l=neysasaulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/feeds/9141967443566649328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-morning-until-2pm-was-so-hottie.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/9141967443566649328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/9141967443566649328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-morning-until-2pm-was-so-hottie.html' title='Bow Wow - not realated with that singer!'/><author><name>Neysa Saulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157091024381711185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xCIeASYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/WhfYgH8apeo/S220/nn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/SgFLlvKw-mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ajmZhLsAN5U/s72-c/SCAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892553881688147385.post-4209644537853687775</id><published>2009-05-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:28:59.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Super Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God, I'm so full of this college stuffs, choir stuffs, and bleh, personal life stuffs. Yeah, deadlines, and rehearsals. These two things come up with all of the stresses.&lt;br /&gt;These all are stuck in my mind, need to be taken out! But I know that I have to deal with them. Maybe you don't know how does it feel. But just imagine your head is filled up with two huge big super stones.&lt;br /&gt;Aw, however, life's still life, isn't it...? Deal with it, or, die~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892553881688147385-4209644537853687775?l=neysasaulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/feeds/4209644537853687775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-stones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/4209644537853687775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/4209644537853687775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-stones.html' title='Super Stones'/><author><name>Neysa Saulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157091024381711185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xCIeASYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/WhfYgH8apeo/S220/nn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892553881688147385.post-7775287279303361410</id><published>2009-04-27T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:04:30.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, actually, this is not my first blog. So, hello again, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wild about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write all about me here, about my life, dreams, thoughts, hobbies, etc. Ha, kinda narcisstic. But yeah, this is me, I do talk a lot about myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just feel free to leave comments! Enjoy my blog~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892553881688147385-7775287279303361410?l=neysasaulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/feeds/7775287279303361410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/7775287279303361410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892553881688147385/posts/default/7775287279303361410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neysasaulina.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Neysa Saulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157091024381711185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whfW-Wrv6kE/S3xCIeASYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/WhfYgH8apeo/S220/nn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
