<?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-3459998266214555725</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:06:24.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>en memoria de santiago</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eban</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703194744011532267</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459998266214555725.post-8790908164707103510</id><published>2007-04-15T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:05:55.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three days ago, I was thinking about shifting to another course. The idea was cool to me and to my other friends but it was not to my parents. Haha, I know that their reaction will be what I've expected, two letters, N and O, pretty much that's the whole conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was not sad nor happy, I love O.T but I'm just concerned about how long am I going to spend my life studying. Seven years before going to abroad,and that's if Im not going to fail any subject. This is where I'm starting to freak out about my future. I cannot see where the roads are heading and sometimes being blind about what's going to happen is the cause of failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come what may. I have to get a haircut and probably later, my mom will bring me to the facial salon and get one after two years. Time flies really, haha, and yea, Im going to buy parrtEEEE clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459998266214555725-8790908164707103510?l=matandanaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/feeds/8790908164707103510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3459998266214555725&amp;postID=8790908164707103510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/8790908164707103510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/8790908164707103510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-days-ago.html' title='3 days ago'/><author><name>eban</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703194744011532267</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-3459998266214555725.post-3805671869773644693</id><published>2007-04-14T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:37:19.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nakakapagod kaya tong week na toh, it was so tiring, all the parties, all the socialization thingy pero wala lang, I love it. This is something new and I should cherish and make the best out of it, for me, lahat ng nangyayare ngayon doesnt come twice in a lifetime because I believe that the people that Im dealing nowadays are those who will probably stay for the rest of my life (sana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, almost every night, Im with Ryan and for the first time, makakatulog ako ng maayos. Haha, hindi ako masyadong pagpapawisan at makakaunat ako ng husto, saya nun! Miss ko na nga yung feeling eh kasi biro mo, during these past few days, ansikip sikip sa kama tapos lagi pa niya akong ginigitgit! haha, pero ok lang, mahal ko naman yung taong yun eh kaya pagbigyan, pagbigyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, kinausap na din ako ng nanay ko. Nagtatampo na kasi siya kasi almost one week kaming hindi nagkita. Kasi naman d ba, nagbbcbchan ako sa mga kung ano ano, that I didnt find any time to come up with a simple conversation with her. Shocks, pinagalitan nga ako eh, no overnights na daw, no smoke, alcohol and drugs! I feel so guilty because I do those kind of stuffs without them knowing. Pero I think I'm just enjoying my teenage life and I think its pretty normal. But I promise to myself that, I WILL NOT BE AN ADDICT. that I will control everyting and I have to because if not, my future will be damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like we have to compete against our surroundings in order to survive. Aba, kung magpapadala ka, walang mangyayari sayo. Wala kang laban sa mundo kung magtatanga tangahan ka lang, you have to be wise, competent and strong so that whatever hindrance this world allows you to encounter, youre ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope, I could personally follow my advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we went to Powerplant this afternoon and guess what, Im wearing my college shirt and my maong shorts and some slippers that I bought in SM, Gosh, Glad that I've cleaned my toenails because I was like nagmumukhang kawawa kanina, pero the point kanina was to help Bing out of her boredom and I think that we managed to make her happy with our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459998266214555725-3805671869773644693?l=matandanaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3805671869773644693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3459998266214555725&amp;postID=3805671869773644693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/3805671869773644693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/3805671869773644693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-week.html' title='one week'/><author><name>eban</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703194744011532267</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-3459998266214555725.post-3072015882544420317</id><published>2007-04-12T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:04:35.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hail ya'll party people (assa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow, cant believe I've made it through embassy last night. Well I think, if not the hottest, embassy is the second hottest bar in town. I dont know, its just is right? Some great music matches some great people. Hell yea! I enjoyed my time there, even if some fuckin pretty girls didnt want to dance with me, I was totally fine. Who cares! (me) haha, No hard feelings, its just that, I've been unlucky that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron namang nagpapahiwatig kasi sakin eh! bat kaya nde ko pa pinatos! hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four incidents kagabi na nagpahiwatig na gusto din ako isayaw ng mga babae don. First was the old lady in red, yeah, freakin gross, she's not that old but if Im going to dance with her, damn, my embassy record would be a freakin mess. My second and third encounter happened when me and my friend were walking alongside with the bumping and grinding motion of the crowd. There was this pretty girl, yea she was pretty but she's like too young for me. Yea right, Im 16 and what the hell am I thinking, nilagpasan ko lang sia and then suddenly, someone used her elbow to touch me, I was shocked of course, yea, Im pretty new to this party thing, but she really did intend to catch my attention, she's alriiight and boom I was gone, stupide me! My fourth encounter was a pretty big mistake. Ok, so me and my friend were dancing in front of the dj's and there's this girl whom caught my attention. We were looking at each other maybe thrice before I tried to dance behind her, we were "it" guys and when I moved at her back, boom, she litreally rejected me, trying to make that hand gesture of saying no. FUUUCK! WTF was that, a minute ago we were looking at each others eyes and then suddenly youre going to act like that!!! I was freakin annoyed there, I felt like I was a mess and I felt like the ugliest guy in the room! Fuck her, I hope she got pregnant in an early age!!!! Haha just kidding, but really, a piece of advise girls, dont do that to guys, not all are really into having sex, like me, I just want to have fun, so be kind and FUUCK, remove the attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ive learned a lesson actually, somehow Ive realized that, pride and bars doesnt really meet. If you want to have some cool time, let your pride stand back for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat the hell! I dont carreee!! I've enjoyed the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im such an addict. You know what, the night before we went to emba, we were in Eastwood, yea, we were in Bed. Me, Ryan, Bing and Ail went there to have some few drinks. It was cool actually, it was also my first time to go in there. Obviously, the setting is like youre in bedroom, that's why they called it Bedroom right? How stupid am I to explain that! But yeah, we went for some margaritas and for some weng weng. Goood weng weng I must say, not so strong but also not so weak so therefore its just alright. Im so stupid right, not so strong, not so weak so therefore it's in the middle, why did I just not say that it was alright, im so stupid that I have to explain everything. Like this! Im explaining again, O.C!!!haha, but yeah, their weng weng is good compared to the weng weng being sold in the Temple, Bedroom's a little more on the lighter side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im an alcohol addict, I have a high level of alcohol tolerance and pretty much I drink too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I enjoy social drinking. I really cant see the point of having to spend 200 or 300+ in some drinks that will make your head hurt. Yeah I know the price that I have given was cheap but price isnt the thing here, its about the alcohol and it's effects on humans. I started pouring alcohol over my systems when I was in the fifth grade, I can still remember my barkada back then when we used to hide the small bottle of gin under our clothes because we were afraid to be caught and Im very sad that no one did because look at me now, Im in a stage wherein alcohol is such a big part of my life. Like what Ive said, I have a high alcohol tolerance, I dont get drunk that easily, but the problem is, I cant control myself, I will order and drink alcohol until my wallet gives up and I think its something psychological. And yeah, who the hell cares if I have a psych prob about alcohol drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to drink and Im not proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me, control yourself, stop, before something bad happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time na ulit. guys i dont have time to check my grammar so please if theres something wrong...hmm,just dont bother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459998266214555725-3072015882544420317?l=matandanaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3072015882544420317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3459998266214555725&amp;postID=3072015882544420317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/3072015882544420317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/3072015882544420317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/2007/04/hail-yall-party-people-assa.html' title='hail ya&apos;ll party people (assa)'/><author><name>eban</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703194744011532267</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-3459998266214555725.post-6297391727150455569</id><published>2007-04-08T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:12:18.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello summer 07!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who the heck am I? Often times these days, I ask this question a lot and why do I do this? Simply because I can find any reason to not to. I dont know myself. I dont know anything about myself and that's what holding me back from doing things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to tell people that they are wrong and that what my opinion is, is right. I love to tell people that they are these social climbing person's and that's really bad, but the truth is, somehow deep within me, I'm a social climber and I want to be the talk of the whole crowd. I love to tell people how they should nicely treat others but the truth of the matter, I'm this kind of person who secretly tries to make a person feel bad about himself. I love to tell people how to manage their lives properly so that they could live a better one, but on the contrary, Im this type who cannot live without trying to sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So who the hell am I? Its freakin scary you know when you have so many skeletons in your closet. It will really interfere to your decisions and eventually can destroy your true identity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this still included in the topic about immaturity or is this something bigger? Can someone help me, I dont know what to do, I cant afford to go to a psychologist and who the hell in the Philippines will go to a psychologist? Weird as it gets but really, I need someone intelligent to talk to. Someone who can objectively and subjectively understand my situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This summer, I should figure this out or else, I'll have to brood with my own life mistakes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of the same old problems. I think I've been questioning myself ,with the same question, since I've become a full fledged high school student. Adolescence, if thats what you call this is, a phase or whatever, but Im tired. Really, I have to end this and start with something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459998266214555725-6297391727150455569?l=matandanaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/feeds/6297391727150455569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3459998266214555725&amp;postID=6297391727150455569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/6297391727150455569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/6297391727150455569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-summer-07.html' title='hello summer 07!'/><author><name>eban</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703194744011532267</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-3459998266214555725.post-7708870910005411393</id><published>2007-02-28T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T10:16:43.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends do matter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a very tiring day--not! It's exactly the opposite. geesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I woke up this morning determined to not attend my theology class because of my teacher. I dont hate her but the fact that she loss my grade in a major exam, that I incidentally got a perfect score, really pisses me off. It is very frustrating to know that my classmates grades are way better than mine when I am the one who is supposed to be the better one. Hmm, Whatever, I have to forget it before I truly become insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I also did not attend my Philosophy class. Ha-ha, I just dont want to come in class that's why, ha-ha, and besides, if Im going to try attending my Philo class, I would be late and I would just probably be talking to my seatmates, trying my outmost to make them not understand the lesson because I dont understand the lesson! Luckily our quiz was moved by next week so I have enough time to cope up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was our Compa Lab and there Ive realized something great about friendship, and what about friendship? Hmm, well let's just say that Ive realized how important it is to build a strong relationship together with people outside your league. I mean, yeah from the very beginning of my college life, Ive been around with the guys and now I know that, there are those who are willing to be there, ready to give care and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since Ive took the courage to open up to some people, to be brave and to be honest is really not me, but after thinking that nothing from me will be loss if Im going to say my sentiments to the world to other's, gave me the initiative to be someone else again, someone who's free from discomfort and worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I stopped trusting people, it was as if I was betrayed in High School that's why I stopped talking to the people around me. But yeah, I feel that I was betrayed by those people whom I trusted, for them secrets are never meant to be secrets, but rather to them, secrets are typical headlines for everybody to know. Of course, I was hurt but I have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now is that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from this day forward, Im looking on having a nice relationship with those people whom I think are worth being with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS JUST IN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james while having a chat with Dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james: actually walang kwenta tong blog ko kumpara sa iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dom: wag mo na ikumpara, ang mahalaga gusto mo ung ginagawa mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder on that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459998266214555725-7708870910005411393?l=matandanaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7708870910005411393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3459998266214555725&amp;postID=7708870910005411393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/7708870910005411393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/7708870910005411393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/2007/02/friends-do-matter.html' title='friends do matter!'/><author><name>eban</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703194744011532267</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-3459998266214555725.post-4797601328258602785</id><published>2007-02-24T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:46:12.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to do some posting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, a lot happened after my last entry and again, I don't know where to begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK so after sitting here for what? for five minutes I still haven't formulated anything to blog.  I've got so many to say but I cant really organize everything and that is the dilemma of every frustrated writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Immaturity. That's my number one problem right now. During the last few days, I was  thinking about how can I be this matured person that I've always wanted. Being like me is hard, I mean, every decision I make I think is illogical thus I see myself as a stupid person every time I do something, bottom line is, I keep on failing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is failing a part of immaturity? Well, I do think so. If you still have an immature mind and you're trying to be this great being, you cant help but arrive from where you've started. My point is, no matter how hard you try, you're still going to go back from the beginning and start all over again and the  hardest part  is,  you're going to fail again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is what's happening to me, and it is not cool to experience that. I do love to succeed on things, I do love to be this person whom everybody looks up to, but I cant be, because I'm still a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a long road I know, but when will I arrive to that street of transformation? Am I forever like this? Life for me now is so ambiguous, there are so many what ifs. In time, I hope I'd be on that point wherein everything will be so in placed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is a drama. Take it from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer is fast approaching and boy believe me time is moving faster than ever. In a week, I think, I probably experience only two days, that's why my watch seems to have a hundred batteries inside. I never experienced this in my life! Is this a sign of being a real CRS student? You know, I think that I wake up every morning to take an exam, I wake up every morning to read books and comprehend things, how weird am I to conclude that finishing a chapter in comparative anatomy is my purpose in life. I'm a total nerd, a very handsome nerd! ha-ha just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I've got plans this summer. I have this list in my mind that I'm willing to fulfill. I need to make this summer, a summer worth remembering. These are I think all of my agenda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Get rid of eye bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Get rid of my love handles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Build some muscle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Practice my swimming skills again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Go for tennis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Be a Barrista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Running without having to catch my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Finish at least one book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Have a Chemistry overview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.Enroll in La Salle's summer English program. (If it is still available)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. YWCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Go for a trip somewhere with a person I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Develop maturity skills. (ha-ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Take some driving lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Appreciate myself and the world around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will do my best to do all that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my entry ends here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459998266214555725-4797601328258602785?l=matandanaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4797601328258602785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3459998266214555725&amp;postID=4797601328258602785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/4797601328258602785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/4797601328258602785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>eban</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703194744011532267</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-3459998266214555725.post-4046838047472883959</id><published>2007-02-11T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:39:25.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>linggo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im trying to make a good first entry and I ended up doing this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Why am I bored? Is it because I have nothing to do after enduring a very stressful examination week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Why am I complaining about having the chance to rest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I want my mind to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Im stuck at my room and I want to go somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Is it really better to be in my school than at our house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. How I love to cram again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. My whole mouth is swelling. I had an appointment yesterday with my dentist and oh boy, it really hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. I cant eat well. Im tired of being hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. I have no energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. I want to be active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. I want to run, climb a mountain or swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Im totally bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Im listening to spongecola right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. How I miss being in High School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Gilmark used to play all their songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. What about Gilmark? I miss him and all of those who I consider friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. I was just thinking about the smell of my armpits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. I want to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. KLSP is the song that is playing right at this very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. Shiny just messaged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. Im thinking about where the heck is she going right after she's dressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. This is the twenty second number and Im worried about nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. For a sec I thought that there was a cockroach beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. Wait, Im going to eat my lucky me supreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. Im finished. within 2 minutes I swallowed the whole freaking thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. SWALLOWED really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. Im really disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29. Yeah, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30. I want to have some beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. Why am I thinking about this kind of stuffs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32. Boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;33. Obviously thats the reason! Youre dumb if you havent figured that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35. Well maybe a part of me meant it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36. I just farted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. I want this day to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38. I want my life to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39. Now that's a joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40. God has plans for me and He told me that I'm still going to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;41. Dragonfly, know that song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42. This blog will end after the 50th item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;43. Damn I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;45. No I dont, Im just bored and my mind isnt just working right, that's why I think that I suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;46. Im hungry again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47. It's only 5:57 pm and I started this whole thing 20 minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48. Oh its number 48, this blog is slowly ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's make the last two numbers worth reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;49. Im going to start planning my activities about this upcoming summer, as ive said before, this summer should be one heck of a vacation. I'm turning 17 this October and really, before being a young adult, I should have at least known an important something that will stay in my life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50. and this is one thing that I want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go somewhere, somewhere away from the city. I want to travel from place to place, discover new people and amuse myself with the different cultures our country is offering. I want to experience new adventures and all those I want to experience together with a person I dont know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How ironic right? Doing everything that I want together with an unknown person, when it is supposed to be with the person that you love. But I guess, it's a part of the challenge, being with a stranger is a task, you have to cope up with each other, you have to adjust so you could travel happily together. But of course thinking about it made me realize that maybe being with a completely different person is what it takes for me to really discover my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm looking forward to that. I really love to fulfill that journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this blog ends here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3459998266214555725-4046838047472883959?l=matandanaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4046838047472883959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3459998266214555725&amp;postID=4046838047472883959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/4046838047472883959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3459998266214555725/posts/default/4046838047472883959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matandanaako.blogspot.com/2007/02/sabado.html' title='linggo'/><author><name>eban</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703194744011532267</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>
