<?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-3072464433402498352</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:24:22.779-08:00</updated><category term='Hijabi Monologues'/><category term='disgust'/><category term='placenta'/><category term='Islam'/><category term='dinner party'/><category term='Bollywood'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='jinn'/><category term='food'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='politics'/><category term='intro'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Ramadan'/><category term='Muhammad'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='about'/><category term='school'/><category term='health'/><category term='cars'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Basbouseh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-2786412422726530005</id><published>2011-07-14T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T16:46:55.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone, you can find my new blog here:

yachtdoor.blogspot.com

Have a good day!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/2786412422726530005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=2786412422726530005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/2786412422726530005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/2786412422726530005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-181603517645634485</id><published>2010-05-03T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:15:09.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijabi Monologues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Hijabi Monologues</title><summary type='text'>We recently had a Hijabi Monologues performance at my school and it was pretty awesome. If you haven't heard of HM it's basically a play wherein monologues are performed about Muslim women who wore the hijab. They are all true stories but the actresses are not necessarily Muslim, and they are not necessarily the ones whom the stories happened to.

At first when a close friend of mine told me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/181603517645634485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=181603517645634485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/181603517645634485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/181603517645634485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2010/05/hijabi-monologues.html' title='Hijabi Monologues'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-3328279518979125037</id><published>2009-12-26T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:22:48.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Life Update</title><summary type='text'>What up. I'm on break for the holidays and I have 1 week left until school starts. So far it has been a very lazy, unproductive break. I have been sick now for 6 days and it's not going away. I am sitting in bed as I type this trying to finish a 1.75L Simply Orange bottle in record time, frequenting the bathroom often. I am told if you drink massive amounts of OJ when you're sick you'll get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/3328279518979125037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=3328279518979125037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/3328279518979125037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/3328279518979125037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-5084134871251250814</id><published>2009-10-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:06:29.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><title type='text'>Parking appeal</title><summary type='text'>It was quite an eventful Saturday. Here is my parking violation appeal for my $90 ticket. God-willing it will go through.

I have received a parking violation for parking in a lot designated for a band competition. I am not used to having a parking pass as this is my first year with one, so I was a little perplexed when I went to get my car in the afternoon and found it gone, replaced with many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/5084134871251250814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=5084134871251250814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/5084134871251250814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/5084134871251250814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2009/10/parking-appeal.html' title='Parking appeal'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-9200618433323349521</id><published>2009-10-15T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:44:17.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jinn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>Bathroom buddy</title><summary type='text'>Early this morning a curious incident occurred. My suitemate woke up to pray Fajr, the morning prayer, and had gone to the bathroom to perform wudu, or ablution. She had not seen anyone else in the bathroom when she entered, as it was pretty early in the morning. She was sitting in the stall doing her business, when suddenly she heard water gushing into the sink.

Then she felt a cold draft and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/9200618433323349521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=9200618433323349521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/9200618433323349521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/9200618433323349521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2009/10/early-this-morning-curious-incident.html' title='Bathroom buddy'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-4176066983768615023</id><published>2009-10-11T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:50:29.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Apple pie</title><summary type='text'>I LOVE FALL, a time for apples and pumpkins and beautiful changing leaves!! In the spirit of fall, I made this pie from apples growing in my backyard. They're the juiciest apples I've ever had. YUM. Here's the recipe I used: Grandma Ople's Apple Pie


delicious homemade apple pie



yummy apples from my backyard 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/4176066983768615023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=4176066983768615023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/4176066983768615023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/4176066983768615023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-pie.html' title='Apple pie'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/StIc55LTQRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ejva9T90Rxg/s72-c/Photo_082909_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-374398172035928790</id><published>2009-09-14T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:35:33.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>9/11 Reflection: A Deaf Encounter</title><summary type='text'>Broccoli: check. Grapefruit: check. Milk: check. Only a few items remained on my grocery list. Next was orange juice. Since I began wearing the hijab this summer, I had not been to the grocery store alone many times. I'm not sure why but I'd always try to bring someone with me when I went. Maybe I was scared someone might make a comment about my clothes, or stare at me, or do something worse. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/374398172035928790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=374398172035928790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/374398172035928790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/374398172035928790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2009/09/911-reflection-deaf-encounter.html' title='9/11 Reflection: A Deaf Encounter'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-1249619476093908846</id><published>2009-08-31T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:13:59.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muhammad'/><title type='text'>Test-drive</title><summary type='text'>In my speech class I was assigned an informative speech. So I chose to speak about the Holy Qur'an in 5-7 minutes (it was very difficult to stay within the time limit). I had just recently begun wearing the hijab (Islamic headscarf) so I was slightly nervous about standing up and speaking in front of the class. But I said Bismillah (in the name of God) and got up there and did it.

After I gave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/1249619476093908846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=1249619476093908846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/1249619476093908846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/1249619476093908846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-my-speech-class-i-was-assigned.html' title='Test-drive'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-4330628777397817320</id><published>2009-08-24T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:07:49.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner party'/><title type='text'>Bathroom bridesmaid</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday I attended a dinner. It was being held in a party room at a civic center, which was quite large. There were simultaneous events being held adjacent to our room, specifically a graduation party and a wedding.

The food was scrumptious. There was chicken tikka, rice, salad, kibbe, laham b3ajeen (meat pastries), hummous, and plenty more, including a whole roasted lamb (even though I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/4330628777397817320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=4330628777397817320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/4330628777397817320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/4330628777397817320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2009/08/bathroom-bridesmaid.html' title='Bathroom bridesmaid'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-4642532487814182268</id><published>2009-08-09T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:31:09.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placenta'/><title type='text'>Placentayum</title><summary type='text'>A proud father cradles his newborn child and asks his wife, "What's for dinner tonight honey?" She looks lovingly at the new bundle of joy and softly answers "our baby's placenta."

When it comes to food, I like to think I'm adventurous. Plain foods, exotic foods, or scary foods, I'm willing to try mostly anything. My motto is you never know what could be your next favorite food. As open-minded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/4642532487814182268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=4642532487814182268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/4642532487814182268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/4642532487814182268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2009/08/placentayum.html' title='Placentayum'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-1070667231210449393</id><published>2009-08-09T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:37:07.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood'/><title type='text'>Bollywood</title><summary type='text'>I have never really watched a Hindi movie before which is kind of strange since I have many brown friends.

So I decided to have a Bollywood night and invited some girls over.We ordered pizza and baked some caramel walnut chocolate chip cookie bars (the remainder is sitting next to me as I type this heh). Junk food to the max ya! My Indian friend brought a selection of movies and I assigned my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/1070667231210449393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=1070667231210449393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/1070667231210449393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/1070667231210449393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2009/08/bollywood.html' title='Bollywood'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3072464433402498352.post-2467962037196885046</id><published>2009-08-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:37:36.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><summary type='text'>
The time has finally come. I've been meaning to start a blog for over a year now and I've finally done it. What's been holding me back? I could say school, time, or life have been the main factors, but in reality it was my perfectionist personality.

The blog design must be attractive and eye-catching. The writing must be entertaining, enlightening, and have impeccable grammar. Absolutely no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/feeds/2467962037196885046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3072464433402498352&amp;postID=2467962037196885046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/2467962037196885046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3072464433402498352/posts/default/2467962037196885046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://basbouseh.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>yogurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028626670476806640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lopicLRH4J4/SMiv3NuuafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2LF9K1ZcSq0/S220/IMG_6179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
