<?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-28188053</id><updated>2011-05-08T11:43:17.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simplelife</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a simple mom with 2 lovely sons. Likes to eat, just like hubby and always lookout for good food. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherlyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28188053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherlyjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmBZxski8PQ/TcYRSznGzMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lMJoRFPLavg/s220/button.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28188053.post-6538944038856650626</id><published>2007-05-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:40:16.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifted</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its confirmed, I have shifted my blog to: &lt;a href="http://motherlyjournal.wordpress.com"&gt;http://motherlyjournal.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do drop by there! See you guys, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting me here though! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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