<?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-6386506944454651923</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:50:49.140-07:00</updated><category term='MY FAVORITE TITA.'/><category term='Blessing..'/><category term='Night of Boredom'/><title type='text'>simple yet elegant</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tepentiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05770770410738441133</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386506944454651923.post-2072269091648986346</id><published>2007-10-20T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:00:34.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY FAVORITE TITA.'/><title type='text'>My FAVORITE TITA</title><content type='html'>(Phone rings....) *ring* *ring*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;MFT: Hello! Ara sa Beth? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(mama ko.) hehe..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: La sa di. Ara sa tinda.&lt;br /&gt;MFT: Ah ok. Sino ni? Shoti? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ako na.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huo.&lt;br /&gt;MFT: ah ok nu gani number to?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (6212-***) &lt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;censored. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MFT: Cge bye.&lt;br /&gt;ME: bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ehem*  My favorite tita. *Bow*&lt;br /&gt;Tanong kayo pano ko siya naging favorite tita?&lt;br /&gt;Simple lang.. Inaapi niya kami eh. Di lang ako pati mga cousins ko.&lt;br /&gt;Hay around 6 years old. Nanghingi ako ng pera sa kanya dahil siya ang naka toka sa cashier sa hardware store.&lt;br /&gt;Alam nyo ano sabi niya?&lt;br /&gt;"Aba hingi ka ng pera sa tindahan d mo ba alam dito ka lumalamon di ka naman namin sinisinggil ah"&lt;br /&gt;6 years old lang ako tapos ganun sinabi niya sakin sa gitna lang lahat ng tao sa hardware store pati sa customer na nandoon rin.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya mula noon naging favorite tita ko na siya..&lt;br /&gt;Pero gaya ng sabi ko di lang ako inapi niya.&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang nangyari sa cousin ko..&lt;br /&gt;Syempre uso ang bentahan ng Prepaid cards noon.. eh naisip ng cousin ko magbenta ng prepaid cards dun sa tindahan tapos iniiwan niya ung mga cards tapos pinabebenta sa saleslady.&lt;br /&gt;Alam nyo ano ginawa niya.. Ganito.. Lahat ng bumili ng cards example 20 pcs nabenta kinukuha nya ung benta tapos pinapalitan ang prepaid cards na bago. So, siya lang may benta kawawa yung cousin ko. Eh nahuli siya. Di napahiya favorite tita ko.&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa.. Nangyari sa nanay ko.. Nagkasakit lola ko na hospital.. pagkatapos nag request ung isang kapatid niya na babae na lutuan daw ng pagkain lola ka kasi ayaw daw kumain (nasawa ata sa ulam).&lt;br /&gt;Nang nalaman niya na ipinagluto ng nanay ko ung lola namin tumawag siya at alam nyo ano sabi??&lt;br /&gt;"Hoy wag ka nga magpa- papel sa nanay ko!" &lt;--sabi ng tita ko.&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat nanay ko sa sinabi niya.&lt;br /&gt;Ang problema kasi ng favorite ko na tita is di cya marunong magmasid na paligid niya.&lt;br /&gt;May topak ata kasi kapatid niya naman nag request na paglutuin ung lola namin tapos magagalit akala nagpa-papel daw nanay ko.. hay nako favorite tita ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually dami story tong tita ko kaso tinatamad ako mag dagdag.&lt;br /&gt;Hay kaya kayo diyan love nyo tita nyo ha. like me favorite tita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386506944454651923-2072269091648986346?l=stephenjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2072269091648986346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6386506944454651923&amp;postID=2072269091648986346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/2072269091648986346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/2072269091648986346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-favorite-tita.html' title='My FAVORITE TITA'/><author><name>tepentiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05770770410738441133</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-6386506944454651923.post-7913434159828318749</id><published>2007-10-20T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T07:32:53.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night of Boredom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silent darkness engulfs the soul&lt;br /&gt;Nothing here but a single writer&lt;br /&gt;Writing things in behalf of his feelings..&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and silent are just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to reflect and time to understand&lt;br /&gt;How the world revolve around such things&lt;br /&gt;Standing still you see everything in your path&lt;br /&gt;But you can't help it, for you may see it yet you cant stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would there be pain in everything?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone need to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just a simple reason....&lt;br /&gt;To see how far you've come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386506944454651923-7913434159828318749?l=stephenjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7913434159828318749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6386506944454651923&amp;postID=7913434159828318749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/7913434159828318749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/7913434159828318749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/2007/10/silent-darkness-engulfs-soul-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>tepentiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05770770410738441133</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-6386506944454651923.post-8524408450545377805</id><published>2007-10-10T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T05:54:22.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessing..'/><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>What is your blessing today?&lt;br /&gt;Did you receive money?&lt;br /&gt;Did you see your crush?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is im sure you're happy...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me? Being alive today is my greatest blessing..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the heat of the sun's rays, Feeling the air on my nostrils, and being able to see the beauty of what God has created is the most beautiful blessing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Start thanking the Lord of the blessings and gifts you've receive today..&lt;br /&gt;'Coz you'll never know when would your life be over.&lt;br /&gt;So give thanks to the Lord and PRAY for everything he's done for you.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure he'll be happy if you did..Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386506944454651923-8524408450545377805?l=stephenjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8524408450545377805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6386506944454651923&amp;postID=8524408450545377805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/8524408450545377805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/8524408450545377805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/2007/10/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>tepentiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05770770410738441133</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-6386506944454651923.post-7216256039096002528</id><published>2007-10-10T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T05:33:42.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wEAk?</title><content type='html'>Stand up straight, feel confident, don't look down&lt;br /&gt;All this things you can do if your brave enough to face it&lt;br /&gt;But what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;You feelin' dull? How come your looking down? Are you weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakness can be described physically, Mentally, and Emotionally..&lt;br /&gt;But for me i think emotional struggle of weakness is the hardest because if your emotionally unstable, you can't function well..&lt;br /&gt;You feel as if your in a drift.&lt;br /&gt;Floating and wandering how can you make something right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is born strong&lt;br /&gt;For I know everyone has a weakness of some sort..&lt;br /&gt;But I got a solution..&lt;br /&gt;Find someone who's weakness is your strength and his/her strength is your weakness&lt;br /&gt;For as they say, "Magnets ATTRACT the OPPOSITE and REPEL the SAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386506944454651923-7216256039096002528?l=stephenjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7216256039096002528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6386506944454651923&amp;postID=7216256039096002528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/7216256039096002528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/7216256039096002528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/2007/10/weak.html' title='wEAk?'/><author><name>tepentiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05770770410738441133</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-6386506944454651923.post-7025746040061706344</id><published>2007-10-10T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T05:18:37.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How hard can a heart be?</title><content type='html'>Anger is it a feeling or just a state of mind?&lt;br /&gt;But why does your heart throb just like a bomb ticking away?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel the blood rushing up to your brain?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of the hatred that you're feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much i can take on this feeling..&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of being so angry yet feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing how would it end nor how to cool it off.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe just a simple sorry would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry has a lot of meaning..&lt;br /&gt;But yet a simple word could melt one's solid heart,&lt;br /&gt;No more words to say, No more actions needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Just hold my hand and it'll be all gone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386506944454651923-7025746040061706344?l=stephenjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7025746040061706344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6386506944454651923&amp;postID=7025746040061706344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/7025746040061706344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/7025746040061706344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-hard-can-heart-be.html' title='How hard can a heart be?'/><author><name>tepentiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05770770410738441133</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-6386506944454651923.post-259815563852301871</id><published>2007-10-09T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T04:45:00.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone special..</title><content type='html'>I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hamp25bDOwI/Rwtnf7etZ-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yYIJP3UYPKk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 211px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hamp25bDOwI/Rwtnf7etZ-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yYIJP3UYPKk/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119299199676803042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    This would be the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st item&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my blog. I want to dedicate this to a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very special young lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whom has entered my life only in a short span yet we already shared a lot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Ms. C.B.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIOMAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hehe.. to keep it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;highly classified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know its been rough most of the time. I've been down but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this low. I've already thought of giving up but maybe its God's will that this happened and we had found each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    For you are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The source that i longed to see. Its been a rough entry to the crossroads of life yet fate brought us &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;picked me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when i fell down, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reached your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to help me up, and you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healed all my wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my heart. And for that I Thank You. Many times i've been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so inconsiderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;self-centered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yet you still cared for me. I know I've told you something that was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i thought that it would be&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  of what we shared, but still, you showed your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The understanding that i was looking for in a long time. I never really thought that you would still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hung on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but better yet you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never moved an inch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but you still stood by me and made your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stronger and closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know its still early to say but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm really happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now that you're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hope this would never cease for I love what I'm feeling right now.  for everything. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386506944454651923-259815563852301871?l=stephenjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/259815563852301871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6386506944454651923&amp;postID=259815563852301871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/259815563852301871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386506944454651923/posts/default/259815563852301871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenjosh.blogspot.com/2007/10/someone-special.html' title='someone special..'/><author><name>tepentiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05770770410738441133</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Hamp25bDOwI/Rwtnf7etZ-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yYIJP3UYPKk/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
