<?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-7428274007918265481</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:19:30.991-07:00</updated><category term='usap-inom'/><category term='Kaartehan ni Kuya'/><category term='Inom'/><category term='kwentuhan'/><category term='July4'/><category term='Kuya'/><category term='Give up'/><category term='Toot'/><category term='Motel'/><category term='ring'/><category term='terrace'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>NoteBook Ni Kuya</title><subtitle type='html'>I might strike a chord or two, pero it's up to the reader to feel anything about a blog from a nameless blogger. It's entirely YOUR choice. If there is a way for me to rant, I will. And if there are still free blogsites out there that I can use, I will. And if I can still puff my lungs out, I will. And everyone is welcome to follow my footsteps. ^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notebooknikuya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428274007918265481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notebooknikuya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K Y E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175041103817222967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMO46hnWPBk/S7oV5AgRlGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_1GWysNVDwc/S220/n100000247601872_3706.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428274007918265481.post-2954415269071992313</id><published>2008-07-09T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:22:29.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahina 005</title><content type='html'>I'm down to my last cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! You looked pretty on your last picture.  And I don't even know how the heck it stayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you... and your pretty smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked you.. and cherished you.. and worshipped God for giving me a glimpse of heaven in your brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can't sleep because I don't want to dream of something.. something that will make me forget about you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... because I think about you every waking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I torture myself because of that but it's good because I feel something and it hurts because it won't go away easy but it's okay because I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to forgive myself sometime. I need to move. I need to stop hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I will forget about you... You and your darn smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I start keeping you close to my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only see you.. amongst the many things I should be looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck... Kahiya amf.. Weak ka Kuya, weak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428274007918265481-2954415269071992313?l=notebooknikuya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notebooknikuya.blogspot.com/feeds/2954415269071992313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428274007918265481&amp;postID=2954415269071992313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428274007918265481/posts/default/2954415269071992313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428274007918265481/posts/default/2954415269071992313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notebooknikuya.blogspot.com/2008/07/pahina-005.html' title='Pahina 005'/><author><name>K Y E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175041103817222967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMO46hnWPBk/S7oV5AgRlGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_1GWysNVDwc/S220/n100000247601872_3706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428274007918265481.post-2241108613323515201</id><published>2008-07-07T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:32:15.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuya'/><title type='text'>Toot Chronicles Part I</title><content type='html'>Grabe 'yung last night out ni Toot with Toot1 and Toot2. Damn! Saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, Toot is a freeloader, so libre siya ni Toot1 at ni Toot2. Toot kept saying na it's embarrassing, pero Toot1 insisted na ilibre si Toot. Masaya naman ang gagawin kaya Toot didn't mind. Toot just sat back and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got a room and Toot was reluctant at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre, Toot will not pay for anything and Toot said anything would be fine. So long as Toot1 and Toot2 enjoy themselves. Toot tried to be comedic for the two. Well, Toot IS comedic as always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot1 ordered for them. It was funny because Toot1 already ordered prior to them getting a room. It was a harmless karaoke room and Toot is beginning to fear the inevitable: Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot1 sang the first song. Toot2 followed and the two took turns. It wasn't long before their drinks came. Actually, it took years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Toot1 ordered pulutan as the singing progressed. Toot2 smiled as the camera of Toot1's phone flashed and documented the event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Toots enjoying the time of their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one hour lang yung room so they had to move out. Mainit but Toot1 had no choice. Toot and Toot1 went down to freshen up sa restroom. Toot2 was left with a nearby table of 'others'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Toot and Toot1 got back, bonding moment ensues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe pala ang life ni Toot2. Toot1 can understand why Toot2 would be like that towards Toot2's mother. Toot adviced both of them to keep up the good pace of their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night moved on to morning, Toot1 began worrying of how Toot2 would go home. So Toot2 suggested something incredulous: Rent a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, not just any room. A motel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot was flushed but the logic in Toot2's words are undeniably right. So Toot agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Toot1 was still not convinced. Toot said it's no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alam n'yo, wala naman kaso s'ken.. eto lang tandaan n'yo.." Toot began. "Wala akong pera, wala akong gf, wala akong life, wala akong work, wala akong plans, wala akong pake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Toot, Toot1 and Toot2 began their journey to a motel after a cocktail and a bottle of Red Horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Toooot ka KUYA!! TOOOOOOOOOT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428274007918265481-2241108613323515201?l=notebooknikuya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notebooknikuya.blogspot.com/feeds/2241108613323515201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428274007918265481&amp;postID=2241108613323515201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428274007918265481/posts/default/2241108613323515201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428274007918265481/posts/default/2241108613323515201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notebooknikuya.blogspot.com/2008/07/toot-chronicles-part-i.html' title='Toot Chronicles Part I'/><author><name>K Y E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175041103817222967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMO46hnWPBk/S7oV5AgRlGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_1GWysNVDwc/S220/n100000247601872_3706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428274007918265481.post-1070584429751929194</id><published>2008-07-04T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:42:34.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kwentuhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usap-inom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrace'/><title type='text'>Kapag nakainom.. nakainom.. ^^</title><content type='html'>Naginuman sila sa terrace. Medyo matagal tagal din silang hindi nagkita. Para sa kanilang apat, it was long-overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tsk.. wala nang yosi... Bili ka pa nga!" sabi ni Igno habang inaayos ang table para sa inuman nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumaba si BamBam para bumili na rin ng chaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw man mag pa-obvious, lakad ng lakad pa rin si Cubix. "Ano ba problema mo?" puna ni Kyuubi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala.. alis na'ko agad.. may lakad pa'ko.."sagot ni Cubix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napaupo si Igno. "Nakanampuch... Ano ba'yan? Wag ka na! Minsan lang 'to! Di mo ba'ko namiss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Namiss." sagot ni Cubix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O? Eh bakit aalis ka kaagad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Importante 'to, exam namin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakamot si Kyuubi. Dumating na din si BamBam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano ba yan! Exam na naman? Graduate ka na ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Engks.." sabat ni Cubix. "Training 'to. Free English training."&lt;br /&gt;Napakunot si BamBam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit, 'pag umabsent ka ba 'dyan, wala ka ng makukuhang certificate?" tanong ni BamBam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natigilan si Cubix. Mukhang ayaw paawat sa tanong. Nanahimik nalang si Igno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meron naman.. Kaso, exam 'to. Kaya yung isang certificate 'ndi ko makukuha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umiral ang logic ni Kyuubi. "Teka, Cubix. Tanong ko lang, ano ba ang makukuha mo 'dyan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learning. Accreditation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ows? Accredited ka na ah, tapos ka na! Learning?" dugtong ni Igno. "Learning lang pala eh, mag english-an tayo dito o! How come because we are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naki-join na rin si BamBam. "Why is the because?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napuno ng tawanan ang terrace. Infuriated man ay napangiti na rin si Cubix. Although he never gave up on the idea na aalis talaga siya and everyone knew na aalis nga talaga ang mokong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di bale. May next time pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, let's start." BamBam uncorked the green label he brought from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naks... amoy pa lang, plakda na si Igno." Kyuubi commented as they all eyed the now cowering Igno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alam n'yo naman na I don't drink. " Igno defended as he lights a cigarette, the smell of the shot reaching his nose.  "Yuck! Pucha, nasusuka na 'ko aga--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oy, aalis nako!" Cubix interrupted. Nagmamadali talaga ang mokong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano ba yan? Tagay muna! Paikutin naman natin 'to!" sabat ni Bambam.&lt;br /&gt;Napaupo din si Cubix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Nangawit ka Kuya? Bitin eh! Ayusin mo nga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428274007918265481-1070584429751929194?l=notebooknikuya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notebooknikuya.blogspot.com/feeds/1070584429751929194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428274007918265481&amp;postID=1070584429751929194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428274007918265481/posts/default/1070584429751929194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428274007918265481/posts/default/1070584429751929194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notebooknikuya.blogspot.com/2008/07/kapag-nakainom-nakainom.html' title='Kapag nakainom.. nakainom.. ^^'/><author><name>K Y E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175041103817222967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMO46hnWPBk/S7oV5AgRlGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_1GWysNVDwc/S220/n100000247601872_3706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428274007918265481.post-3808407339465329928</id><published>2008-07-04T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:47:23.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaartehan ni Kuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Kaartehan ni Kuya</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But I must move on, I guess…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We’ve encountered a lot in our days—years—together… And I’m really grateful for everything you’ve done for me... Thank You…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve never had so much love in all my life… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But what use is love if it’s filled with lies? Yes. Lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m sorry. I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I lied about… everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I will not elaborate more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The only true thing about you and me is that I love you. I really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So, please, hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I may say I have not given up, but, I already did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I wear your ring because I want to savor the last moments I will have with you- God willing. Unfortunately, yet again, I have been defeated by Him. And I don’t have the urge to get up again and fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Because I love you… so much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He will give you happiness, He will save you from pain, and He will let you meet a man suited for you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have given up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Arte mo Kuya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428274007918265481-3808407339465329928?l=notebooknikuya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notebooknikuya.blogspot.com/feeds/3808407339465329928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428274007918265481&amp;postID=3808407339465329928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428274007918265481/posts/default/3808407339465329928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428274007918265481/posts/default/3808407339465329928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notebooknikuya.blogspot.com/2008/07/kaartehan-ni-kuya.html' title='Kaartehan ni Kuya'/><author><name>K Y E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09175041103817222967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMO46hnWPBk/S7oV5AgRlGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_1GWysNVDwc/S220/n100000247601872_3706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
