<?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-5137936154686986748</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:13:40.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Beloved,your own heart::....</title><subtitle type='html'>Manchongu is a newari word which means you like someone very much.This is where you can find the solutions to find your manchongu..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>spotnepal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03913613964498960063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137936154686986748.post-2057589424530855371</id><published>2010-01-25T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:02:41.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>एकछिन्मै पराई बनेछौ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/S15bPsqAoBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3FdJukCZusY/s1600-h/IMG0142A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/S15bPsqAoBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3FdJukCZusY/s320/IMG0142A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430878525898924050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हिजो सम्म साथै मरने साथै जिउने कसम खायौ,&lt;br /&gt;आज पराई भयेछौ।&lt;br /&gt;यात्रा अझै बाकी थियो नदीको दुई किनार भयेछौ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तिमी माथिको मेरो बिस्वास,&lt;br /&gt;सायद सारङिको तार थियो बज्न नपाउदै चुड़न पुगेछ,&lt;br /&gt;एउटा फुल बगैचाको,&lt;br /&gt;फुल्न नपाउदै झर्न पुगेछ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बाटोमा झुन्डिएको मादल् जस्तै,&lt;br /&gt;जस्ले बजाए पनि बज्ने भएछौ ।&lt;br /&gt;मालि बिनाको बगैचामा फुलेको फुल जस्तै,&lt;br /&gt;जस्ले पनि टिप्ने भएछौ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मुटु भित्र तिमिलाई राख्न नपाउदै,&lt;br /&gt;भमरा बनि दुल्दै हिडेछौ ।&lt;br /&gt;आफन्तको साइनो नबन्दै,&lt;br /&gt;एक्छिनमै पराइ बनेछौ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- आर पि क्षितिज&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137936154686986748-2057589424530855371?l=manchongu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/feeds/2057589424530855371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default/2057589424530855371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default/2057589424530855371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='एकछिन्मै पराई बनेछौ'/><author><name>spotnepal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03913613964498960063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/S15bPsqAoBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3FdJukCZusY/s72-c/IMG0142A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137936154686986748.post-6235558127699122550</id><published>2009-03-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:18:36.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/Sb9ArexGmrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KudE2uLTEpk/s1600-h/loving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/Sb9ArexGmrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KudE2uLTEpk/s320/loving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314037201058044594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard when someone you love doesn’t always make the right decisions. In my case, that person is my mom. She has a mental illness. It’s that simple. I don’t know why this happened to her, but I know I can’t change it so instead of worrying, I try to help and enjoy the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother doesn’t usually act ill. She is perfectly normal, except that fear overwhelms her brain sometimes. She thinks people are out to get her, or that aliens are taking over. It might sound silly, but it’s not for her. Her illness is something I can never forget. I have flashbacks to when she was scared, or didn’t take her medicine, or when she felt the world would end. These memories haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was seven, my mother thought she was being talked about on the radio. I don’t remember much, but I can still picture her screaming. The next thing I knew, there was an ambulance outside our house. The worst part was that I couldn’t do anything. I had no control over her. All I could do was watch her be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom gets scared, she goes into a hospital for a few weeks. While she is there, I feel sad, but also relieved. I know that she is there to get better, and that she will be taken care of. She’s always glad to see us when we visit, and I rejoice to see her, but sometimes it makes me feel hollow inside. The halls are empty, the rooms so quiet you can hear your breathing. Visitors sit quietly, waiting anxiously to see their loved ones. The doctors smile sympathetically, but they don’t know how it feels to have that hollow feeling, like nothing will ever be right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she returns home with medicine and I feel like everything is going to be okay. I like to believe that this will be the last time she will have to enter a hospital. Life goes back to normal for a while, but sooner or later, my mother stops taking her medicine. She doesn’t believe she is sick. This is when I begin to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel sorry for myself, although at times I wish things were different. When people find out my mom has a mental illness, they don’t know how to react. Sometimes they feel sorry for me. Other times they are afraid to say anything. I wish they could know I don’t need sympathy - I just need someone to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am really very lucky. I have a home, good food to eat, and a mostly healthy family. I wish that everyone were so blessed. We may not have the advantages some families do, but I know that I am wealthy in love. I love to help other people because I know there are so many out there who have it worse than me. I sometimes wonder why the world is the way it is, why some people get sick and others don’t. I always remember that my mom’s problems won’t last long. She always gets better, and life keeps rolling along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you don’t know what it’s like to have a mother with a mental illness. I know not everyone will understand, and sometimes I don’t even try to make them understand. I hate it, though, when kids make jokes about “crazy people,” or say someone is “mental.” It doesn’t matter if they don’t mean to hurt anyone. It still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to concentrate on the good things. It’s okay if you get caught up in your own world for a while, worrying about your hair or the latest gossip. It’s okay if once in a while you feel like your life can’t get any worse, but when you feel like this, take a step back and remember how lucky you are. No matter where you are in this crazy life, remember that you are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be people less fortunate, so flash someone a smile! It doesn’t matter if you don’t know them, it will brighten their day. Whatever you do, remember to take the time to enjoy the simple things. Hold tight to the good times, and accept the challenges. Every day is a new adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137936154686986748-6235558127699122550?l=manchongu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/feeds/6235558127699122550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default/6235558127699122550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default/6235558127699122550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-life.html' title='Loving Life'/><author><name>spotnepal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03913613964498960063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/Sb9ArexGmrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KudE2uLTEpk/s72-c/loving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137936154686986748.post-6849436620362422065</id><published>2009-03-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:21:26.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>अब अर्को जुनीमा भेटौंला</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/Sbhxmab6CxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Dv5nkRr97zM/s1600-h/walkingalone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/Sbhxmab6CxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Dv5nkRr97zM/s320/walkingalone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312120665228839698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आफ्नै भएर पनि पर्राई ठान्यौ ,&lt;br /&gt;खै कुन्नि बाध्यता पो थियो कि?&lt;br /&gt;चिनेर पनि अन्जान बन्यौ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ठीकै छ भनेर आफ्नै बाटो लागें,&lt;br /&gt;ढुंगा बनेर ठेस लाग्न आयौ,&lt;br /&gt;आफ्नै पाइलाहरुलाई दोष दिदै अघि बढें,&lt;br /&gt;बाटै थुनेर पर्खाल लायौ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;झरेको पात सम्झेर छाडिदियौ,&lt;br /&gt;सोचिनौ कहिल्यै, तिमी बाटै झरेको त थिएँ ,&lt;br /&gt;काँडा भनेर मिल्काइदियौ,&lt;br /&gt;बुझिनौ, तिमीलाई जोगाएरै राखेको थिएँ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एक बसन्त पछि फेरि फर्कि आएँ,&lt;br /&gt;पालुवा बनेर ढाक्ने असफल कोषिस ,&lt;br /&gt;फेरि उही नियती भोगाइदियौ,&lt;br /&gt;मेरो भागमा चोट मात्रै छाड्यौ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;शायद मेरो भाग्य खोटो थियो कि ,&lt;br /&gt;नियतीको खेल?&lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो चाहना, मेरो मृग तृष्णा  वा ,&lt;br /&gt;एक छिन उर्ली बग्ने,खहरे भेल?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हतास छु आज,मनभरि निराशाको बाढी,&lt;br /&gt;सुनाउँ वा पोखँु पीर कसलाई?&lt;br /&gt;वा भागँु आफै धेरै टाढा,&lt;br /&gt;जिन्दगीलाई नै छाडी?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बाचा मेरो तिमीसंग,&lt;br /&gt;अब अर्को जुनीमा भेटौला ।&lt;br /&gt;प्यास अधुरै रहृयो त के भयो?&lt;br /&gt;किनार भेटेपछि मेटौंला ।&lt;br /&gt;- आर पि क्षितिज&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137936154686986748-6849436620362422065?l=manchongu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/feeds/6849436620362422065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default/6849436620362422065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default/6849436620362422065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='अब अर्को जुनीमा भेटौंला'/><author><name>spotnepal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03913613964498960063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/Sbhxmab6CxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Dv5nkRr97zM/s72-c/walkingalone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137936154686986748.post-3061814990045979280</id><published>2009-03-10T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:47:18.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding  the G Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/Sbdd8Psa83I/AAAAAAAAAAc/OTOx0Q7tRUY/s1600-h/gspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/Sbdd8Psa83I/AAAAAAAAAAc/OTOx0Q7tRUY/s320/gspot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311817575093171058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The G-spot is located about 1.5 to 3 inches inside the vagina on the upper wall. When aroused it's about the size of a walnut, usually a bit longer than it is wide. The position of the G-spot makes it impossible for most women to get a finger to it, but a partner should be able to feel it by inserting one or two fingers into the vagina after she is aroused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The palm of the hand should be up if the woman is on her back, and down if she is on her front; initially finding the spot may be easier if the woman lies on her front. The partner should be able to feel the G-spot with their fingers as a small lump in the vaginal wall. The G-Spot will feel somewhat bumpy and not as smooth as other areas of the vaginal wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The G-spot is a mass of glandular tissue, known as the paraurethral glands, and nerves. The G-spot lies between the urethra and the vagina, and is not actually a part of the vagina. Normally it's unnoticeable, but as a woman becomes aroused the area swells, making it possible to feel it through the vaginal wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the spot has been located, it can be stimulate by moving your fingers in very small circles, or by doing a "come hither" motion with your fingers. Initial stimulation of the G-spot often causes the woman to experience a sudden and strong feeling of needing to urinate; this feeling soon passes, and may be replaced by pleasant and arousing feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all women seem to be able to feel stimulation of the G-spot, their response to it varies. Some women can orgasm from G-spot stimulation alone, others can't. Some women have strong orgasms from a combination of G-spot and clitoral stimulation, and some women have powerful orgasms when having intercourse in positions which stimulate the G-spot. Other women don't find G-spot stimulation particularly enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most popular sex positions for stimulating the G-spot are the Women-on-top position which allows the women to align herself for maximum pressure on the G-spot. The Doggie-Style position also allows for a wide range of positions to reach the desired alignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137936154686986748-3061814990045979280?l=manchongu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/feeds/3061814990045979280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/2009/03/g-spot-is-located-about-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default/3061814990045979280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default/3061814990045979280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/2009/03/g-spot-is-located-about-1.html' title='Finding  the G Spot'/><author><name>spotnepal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03913613964498960063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/Sbdd8Psa83I/AAAAAAAAAAc/OTOx0Q7tRUY/s72-c/gspot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137936154686986748.post-2428585130050948158</id><published>2009-03-10T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:30:41.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to make friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/SbdaiEZENVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AQWrYE2U5gA/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/SbdaiEZENVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AQWrYE2U5gA/s320/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311813826847716690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one &lt;a href="http://www.ayushveda.com/relationships/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; considered as most chaste, true and fulfilling is that of friendship. It adds meaning and fun in life as sharing of feelings with friends helps in multiplying of laughter &lt;span id="more-7506"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and sharing of sorrows. There are so many things that one can share with friends which one generally hesitates to share with anyone. Thus, having true friends adds value and meaning to life. &lt;p&gt;After having looked at the invaluable &lt;a href="http://www.ayushveda.com/magazine/why-animal-friends-are-so-important/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;importance of friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in one’s life, let’s look at the various ways by which you can enlarge your friend circle. You must have seen that some people are easily surrounded by many friends while there are some who lead an isolated life, despite having a desire of having friends. Here are some tips which will help you &lt;a href="http://www.ayushveda.com/festivals/friendship/internet-friends.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; easily.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First of all, you must remember that friendship is an &lt;strong&gt;invaluable relationship&lt;/strong&gt; which needs to be valued and also respected. Now, for making friends, all you need to do is to take the first step. Pass a friendly smile. A small smile has a huge effect as it opens up doors of communication which in turn helps in making friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Communication is the key. Start with a small communication and it will slowly gather momentum and gradually you’ll slowly come to know about the person which in turn helps in building up a bond of friendship over a period of time. Instead of shutting yourself up in a dark room of loneliness, you should open your eyes with a positive approach, and you’ll find yourself surrounded by friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To make friends, you need to be a good friend yourself. That is to say, you must try to build a bond of trust and reliability. Also, never carry a highly egoistic attitude and also don’t indulge in over criticizing of a person as to &lt;a href="http://www.stbotanica.com/blog/friends-at-workplace/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you need to accept people as they are. After all, no one is perfect. These small steps can provide you with great help in &lt;a href="http://www.ayushveda.com/festivals/friendship/making-new-friends.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;making friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who last for a lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137936154686986748-2428585130050948158?l=manchongu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/feeds/2428585130050948158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/2009/03/ways-to-make-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default/2428585130050948158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137936154686986748/posts/default/2428585130050948158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manchongu.blogspot.com/2009/03/ways-to-make-friends.html' title='Ways to make friends'/><author><name>spotnepal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03913613964498960063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huTCeIQzD58/SbdaiEZENVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AQWrYE2U5gA/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
