<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907</id><updated>2009-10-09T12:12:37.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FICTION</title><subtitle type='html'>König von Polen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-3374031002769685943</id><published>2009-03-30T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:24:02.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song</title><summary type='text'>Love SongI never appreciate the beauty of a love song since I met you.Never sung those kind of songs whole heatedly.All I knew was sad and break up songs,All over again, Cracks of my broken heart, Another Day, Do I ever cross your mind, Four seasons of loneliness, Its over now, Its hard to say goodbye, What about love, Separated, One last cry, 6th day medleyThese were the songs that was stored in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/3374031002769685943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=3374031002769685943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/3374031002769685943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/3374031002769685943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-song.html' title='A Love Song'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-5037971093421103334</id><published>2009-02-09T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:36:18.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FICTION: Its Just a Normal Day</title><summary type='text'>FICTION: Its Just a Normal Day</summary><link rel='related' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-just-normal-day.html#links' title='FICTION: Its Just a Normal Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/5037971093421103334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=5037971093421103334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/5037971093421103334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/5037971093421103334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2009/02/fiction-its-just-normal-day.html' title='FICTION: Its Just a Normal Day'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-1723484161445995731</id><published>2009-02-09T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:23:26.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Just a Normal Day</title><summary type='text'>Why do people always have to ask if you have a date on Valentines Day or none? If your answer is none, why do they always have to ask the hardest question one could ever answer.. W-H-Y?! Why? Why the hell are you asking? Is it a sin not to have a date? or plans for that particular day? Is it a super big deal? Is it? Come on, It's just a normal day. A day when people just want to sex up their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/1723484161445995731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=1723484161445995731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/1723484161445995731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/1723484161445995731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-just-normal-day.html' title='Its Just a Normal Day'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-1340066615899707621</id><published>2008-05-07T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:28:02.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_client = "pub-4358955284411100";/* 468x60, homepage */google_ad_slot = "9632545790";google_ad_width = 468;google_ad_height = 60;//--&gt;src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/1340066615899707621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=1340066615899707621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/1340066615899707621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/1340066615899707621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-5923994054466219953</id><published>2008-05-06T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:00:37.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boracay Alone?</title><summary type='text'>I used to say, i dont want to fo to Bora, because of so many many factors like the island is too crowded, "malumot" and "madumi" na daw. We'll its true, crowded with fun, malumot sa station 2, madumi? not that much. Its just because people threw their condoms (my term for garbages) everywhere.Boracay seems to be the coolest island on earth, they said its the ultimate summer destination, well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/5923994054466219953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=5923994054466219953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/5923994054466219953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/5923994054466219953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2008/05/boracay-alone.html' title='Boracay Alone?'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjkTuNP1Q24/SCEytFAf0hI/AAAAAAAAABA/Io5n1SW2xAs/s72-c/DSC01121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-254221565324871669</id><published>2008-03-08T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T04:04:46.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on... for real</title><summary type='text'>I saw it the other day, their picture together tagged as "couple." Whew, believe me, that guy need some bath. Let me describe him, skinhead, with a diamond earing on the left (or right..wherever), skin-and-bone (imagine him with that loose checkered shit..(i mean shirt). jeez he really looks undernourished). Imagine someone who just broke the big house and being chased by cops.Well, Im talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/254221565324871669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=254221565324871669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/254221565324871669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/254221565324871669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2008/03/moving-on-for-real.html' title='moving on... for real'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-1375197975860376755</id><published>2007-10-03T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:43:06.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ederlyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='इन्दय'/><title type='text'>Desperate Indays</title><summary type='text'>"Listen, Susan, I know for a lot of women the word 'menopause' has negative connotations. You hear 'aging,' 'brittle bones,' 'loss of sexual desire,'" said the doctor who was cut midway from his explanation by an agitated Mayer. "OK, before we go any further, can I check these diplomas? Coz, I just want to make sure they’re not from some med school in the Philippines'" she said while searching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/1375197975860376755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=1375197975860376755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/1375197975860376755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/1375197975860376755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2007/10/desperate-indays.html' title='Desperate Indays'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjkTuNP1Q24/RwyCWYI6B2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/JGiIROaYu-4/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-1409709798213353055</id><published>2007-09-24T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:38:42.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ForeiNurse</title><summary type='text'>FOREINURSING (fo-rey-ner-seng)New Course.New Curriculum.Newly added subjects : VISA Application 1 with VISA Assistance, Fixer management (how to avoid illegal transactions and learn how to bamboozle suspicious transactors), Country Orientation: Study of culture, arts, society and people of countries that have big demands of nurses, Sideline management (how to handle and deal with sideline </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/1409709798213353055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=1409709798213353055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/1409709798213353055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/1409709798213353055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2007/09/foreinursing.html' title='ForeiNurse'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-974237987257067207</id><published>2007-09-20T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:59:07.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go..</title><summary type='text'>I just love this song. Piano in the dark by NinaWhen I find myself watching the time I never think about all the funny things you said I feel like it's dead Where is it leading me now? I turn around in the still of the room Knowing this is when I'm gonna make my move Can't wait any longer And I'm feeling stronger but oh Just as I walk through the door I can feel your emotions here It's pullin' me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/974237987257067207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=974237987257067207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/974237987257067207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/974237987257067207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2007/09/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go..'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjkTuNP1Q24/RvMlLgf6m3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/KLjH7KkNeBI/s72-c/Image057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-8165694326951807192</id><published>2007-09-20T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:29:01.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch.. my tooth!</title><summary type='text'>QouteLetting go is like a tooth pulled out from a dentist.Pull it out, you're relieved. but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it wasn't hurting you doesn't mean you dont nottice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself mmissing it terribly. It's going to take a while, but it takes time.Should u</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/8165694326951807192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=8165694326951807192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/8165694326951807192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/8165694326951807192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2007/09/qoute-letting-go-is-like-tooth-pulled.html' title='ouch.. my tooth!'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-2490434546839867004</id><published>2007-09-18T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:12:53.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><summary type='text'>I have a confession to make.I never had a (real) girlfriend since birth. But who cares? My mom likes it better without it. My high school friends (some) dont have it either since birth, so why should i be pressured? Why should i feel sad about it? Yes, i didnt had a girlfriend.The big "BUT" is, I loved some, I am loved and cared by my friends and family.I am not all alone afterall.I'm single and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/2490434546839867004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=2490434546839867004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/2490434546839867004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/2490434546839867004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2007/09/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjkTuNP1Q24/RvHkeFJdabI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9gJ-RfnlAac/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-6850127101203373736</id><published>2007-09-18T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:14:41.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds'/><title type='text'>Wait For Me</title><summary type='text'>Look up...Have you ever heard what the clouds above are saying? Have you ever notice their spectacular perfect picturesque when you look up and the sun is behind them giving them the limelight? And you say "wow!" You can't help but stare the stunning painting-like vista.Think of this...Would like your sky to look like a dull plain sky blue when it's raining hard (and you feel like crying), and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/6850127101203373736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=6850127101203373736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/6850127101203373736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/6850127101203373736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2007/09/wait-for-me.html' title='Wait For Me'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-3045878861896266004</id><published>2007-09-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:37:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST but not yet FOUND</title><summary type='text'>Falling to someone like you maybe so easy. You're kind, sweet , and beautiful. Yes, i fell from your charms and smiles from your face.Your charms completed a piece in my puzzle. Your face lights up my whole world.  YOU stole my heart but left me hanging. I dont know what to do coz i just let you stole it and hoping that you'll return him back. Days had passed and even months, but my heart never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/3045878861896266004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=3045878861896266004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/3045878861896266004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/3045878861896266004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost-but-not-yet-found.html' title='LOST but not yet FOUND'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjkTuNP1Q24/Ru-Lxoxw9qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7hcOmNXzoXc/s72-c/Image059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610064906545567907.post-2972422295695293064</id><published>2007-09-18T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:22:21.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE Was a FICTION</title><summary type='text'>FICTION-GENERALI.I am perfect.Well, that is all what people thinks of me. Neat, geek bachelor with a good job and a good pay, from a good family, came from what stupid companies termed of as “reputable school.”Here’s what I can say, I am not perfect, no one is, I believe. Not even close to it. I had flaws. I had a fart that is earsplitting. I got 3’s in my grades. I got 4’s and 5’s in my quizzes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/feeds/2972422295695293064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610064906545567907&amp;postID=2972422295695293064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/2972422295695293064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610064906545567907/posts/default/2972422295695293064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konigpolen.blogspot.com/2007/09/fiction-general-i.html' title='SHE Was a FICTION'/><author><name>konigpolen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177085508696529638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11533967578725415615'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>