<?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-6086885800190012023</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:35.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s@KuRa</title><subtitle type='html'>"A women with two legs and eight hands."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09612898111045465423</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6086885800190012023.post-7154813941109685765</id><published>2008-10-18T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:19:43.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what if........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;what if I'm sexy? ... would the boys kneel before me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;what if I'm rich... can I buy the Philippines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;what if my breast is on my forehead?.... i will wear my bra on my forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;what if I get pregnant?.... would anyone claim that he is the daddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;what if my memory will be lost?... would I remember you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086885800190012023-7154813941109685765?l=saskura25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/feeds/7154813941109685765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6086885800190012023&amp;postID=7154813941109685765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/7154813941109685765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/7154813941109685765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-if.html' title='what if........'/><author><name>sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09612898111045465423</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6086885800190012023.post-8785839544402619853</id><published>2008-10-18T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:13:20.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>_hElP_</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE ME AND SAVE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A STUPID SILLY SINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO WANTS TO HAVE SENSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086885800190012023-8785839544402619853?l=saskura25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/feeds/8785839544402619853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6086885800190012023&amp;postID=8785839544402619853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/8785839544402619853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/8785839544402619853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/2008/10/help.html' title='_hElP_'/><author><name>sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09612898111045465423</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6086885800190012023.post-1032947400550217295</id><published>2008-10-18T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:08:48.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"RELIGION"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;WHAT ENLIGHTENED ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;WHAT SAVED ME AND GAVE ME FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;RELIGION INDEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086885800190012023-1032947400550217295?l=saskura25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/feeds/1032947400550217295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6086885800190012023&amp;postID=1032947400550217295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/1032947400550217295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/1032947400550217295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/2008/10/religion.html' title='&quot;RELIGION&quot;'/><author><name>sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09612898111045465423</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6086885800190012023.post-881818553507973678</id><published>2008-10-18T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:01:17.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>_sElf ReLiAnCe_</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;People have been talking about values- family values, values education, work and the like. But, have we talked about the values towards our self reliance? Values or self values provide us the fundamental basis for our personal behaviors. They are luminous street signs that direct our course in our journey through life. they are standard against which we could measure our correspondence to the what should be's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Self Reliance is the ability to preserve in the performance of his work and the fulfillment for his duties, in pursuit of his objectives. Knowing well the aspects, dimension and consequences of your choices and if you can stand up to it you are truly self reliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When you are able to properly relate or direct things or means towards an end, and you have order as a value, you are self reliant. If you can categorize your activities, your priorities and your schedule, you have the good use of time, you manage yourself, then you are self reliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Self Reliance is listening, listening to what yourself says, listening to what your heart desires. most of all Self Reliance is trusting yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086885800190012023-881818553507973678?l=saskura25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/feeds/881818553507973678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6086885800190012023&amp;postID=881818553507973678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/881818553507973678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/881818553507973678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-reliance.html' title='_sElf ReLiAnCe_'/><author><name>sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09612898111045465423</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6086885800190012023.post-4468255414099764434</id><published>2008-10-18T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:35:16.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"t'NaLaK"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bands, intricately designed cottages, bandiritas, stalls with delicious delicacies, the Carnival, the glamorous lights everywhere, the sporadic stalls of native products and the ukay-ukay, the various activities like Search for Mutya ng South Cotabato and many more describes T'NALAK for me. T'NALAK... everytime I hear this word and July 18 is fast approaching, I am starting to fix my schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every T'NALAK Festival, I am happy and excited. I can walk along the streets with my friends. I cam have my friends in the Carnival; the octopus, seahorse and dragon rides. The most significant event for me during the fiesta is the fireworks display. The colorful lights and its loud explosions amazed me and made me smile. This evemt is good enough but what makes it best is the presence of my friends. Their presence makes T'NALAK a fiesta for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086885800190012023-4468255414099764434?l=saskura25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/feeds/4468255414099764434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6086885800190012023&amp;postID=4468255414099764434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/4468255414099764434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/4468255414099764434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/2008/10/tnalak.html' title='&quot;t&apos;NaLaK&quot;'/><author><name>sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09612898111045465423</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6086885800190012023.post-311376906795255406</id><published>2008-10-18T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:18:54.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"La Vita E Bella" ... this is a simple story but not an easy to tell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A story is something that narrates your life, an avenue to express our thoughts and feelings, a piece that should be valued and kept for a lifetime. When we are asked what happened yesterday, we often tend to tell every single detail of the moment but there are still moments we left unsound. It is difficult to tell a story with full detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Its beautiful place: Pigeons fly, women fall from the sky.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; This line from Guido tickle the chambers of my heart. It seems that he is really enjoying ans see everything beautiful and positive. I laughed when Dora fell down  and Guido told her:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"you can't imagine how much I feel like making love to you,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; sounds naughty but romantic. My laughter extremes when he added: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But I'll never tell anyone, especially not to you. They'd have to torture me to make me say it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; funny! He Definitely say it already. He want to make love with Dora not just once but over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We want life to be perfect but we cannot go away from fouls around us. Though Guido seized life to the fullest, it has been unfair. " No Jews or Dogs allowed", "NO Kangaroos allowed" signs that are the latest trend on their place. This signs depict the deprivation in their place. Goisue ask his dad why is this so, he answered his son , "Oh, that Not allowed signs are the latest trend! the other day, I was in a shop with my friend the Kangaroo but their sign said, " No Kangaroos Allowed", and said to mu friend, "well what can I do? they don't allow Kangaroos." It is hard to make fine though its not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When Guido and Goisue is caught by the German soldiers, they are brought into the train and brought into the slave quarter. Goisue is innocent of what is happening  because Guido instiled in his mind that what was happening is just a game. Until his father died, all he knew is itd just a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The right to live. The right to freedom. What are these and other natural laws for? It is for humanity, for everybody, for us to live a happy and peaceful life. Isn't it a stand for every one of us to always be equal to each other? I have seen the stranges and pecularity of the word "equality" in all it's sense as it is as it is viewed by the society nowadays. It is already a strange for me, an alienated concept from a long lost world. A pecular thing that everyone wishes to have, when the nature of it now is twisted and queationable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the fangs of evilness, was Guido ever saved from such fate? He never done wrong to his religion...to the government... but why is lifeand freedom deprived from him? Guido and the other Jews wanted to escape that fate, and so, they strive so hard to finally live a happy life. Guido gave his life for the triumph of their game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086885800190012023-311376906795255406?l=saskura25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/feeds/311376906795255406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6086885800190012023&amp;postID=311376906795255406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/311376906795255406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/311376906795255406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-vita-e-bella.html' title='&quot;La Vita E Bella&quot; ... this is a simple story but not an easy to tell...'/><author><name>sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09612898111045465423</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6086885800190012023.post-6794951140696380161</id><published>2008-10-18T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:29:45.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"sAdNeSs"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am on a cold reception, though its a broad daylight, I still feel I was enveloped in darkness. I feel I was a small fry, they have their pair but it seems that I was the 13th on the Baker's dozen. Am I a white elephant? I feel useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I was looking nowhere, the crickets stop chirping, the snakes stop hissing and the turkeys stop gobbling. The wind blows and the leaves are falling down on me. Clouds are dark, I cannot see anything, all I feel is the cold breeze of the night. I see myself standing on the field, longing for the warmth of love, care and sweet embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086885800190012023-6794951140696380161?l=saskura25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/feeds/6794951140696380161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6086885800190012023&amp;postID=6794951140696380161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/6794951140696380161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/6794951140696380161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/2008/10/sadness.html' title='&quot;sAdNeSs&quot;'/><author><name>sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09612898111045465423</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6086885800190012023.post-653095791456921911</id><published>2008-10-18T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:10:35.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My heart pumps fast, my mind dwells no worries and i move freely. Happiness is when i hear the chirp of the birds. I feel the warmth of the sun and the cold breeze of the wind. Whenever i hear the sweet voices of my friends, the laughs of my brothers and sister, the advice of my mama and papa, it seems that a music is humming into my ears. It brings comfort and rest and caresses me in a deep slumber in one's soft and tender arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Happiness is when i see my beau with his argus-eyes. Whenever he see me talking to other guy and having loud laughs with this guy, his eyebrows meet and his eyes are sharp. Oh my! maybe others will find it weird but for me its fun. It really proves his sincere love and he does not want me to be in others arms. It is nice to know that he's like a henpecked husband, he is always following my commands and words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Happiness is when I hear the hum of the bees, the sing of the larks, the trumpet of the elephants and the hoot of the owls. The hum of nature, the raging flow of river and the strong snap of the waves make my mind peaceful and savor the beauty of God's creation. The green trees and colorful flowers bring me a sweet embrace and comfort. The gleaming sparkles of light beyond the horizon beckons me to shore saying that there is still hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am happy because of the warmth affection of my family and because of the smiles and laughs shared with my friends. The funny face shown by my beau makes me happy. His jealous eyes makes my day exciting and complete. Lastly, I am glad for i can see the beauty of God's creation.&lt;/span&gt;&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/6086885800190012023-653095791456921911?l=saskura25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/feeds/653095791456921911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6086885800190012023&amp;postID=653095791456921911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/653095791456921911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6086885800190012023/posts/default/653095791456921911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saskura25.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS'/><author><name>sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09612898111045465423</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
