<?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-1414183424142807354</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:46:48.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi in the sky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hi in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580612713929363066</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414183424142807354.post-3858170894082721866</id><published>2008-10-27T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:32:13.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Hell !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SQZPClkBXuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q-f9LxGF0E4/s1600-h/2473418218_20dac7c913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SQZPClkBXuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q-f9LxGF0E4/s400/2473418218_20dac7c913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261980120490532578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once I was going to my last class of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On my way to it I step on dog shit and didnt notice it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;until I was in the class room and my friends were making fun of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was funny until there, but then the teacher started to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I had to wake up cause thing like these are to silly to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and kicked me ot of the class room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started to complain that it wasn´t a reason to kick someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;out of a classroom and that it was unfair. She said that when  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;learnd to walk on the street I could come back in. Thats how a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;good day turned into one from hell !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414183424142807354-3858170894082721866?l=hinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3858170894082721866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1414183424142807354&amp;postID=3858170894082721866' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/3858170894082721866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/3858170894082721866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-i-was-going-to-my-last-class-of.html' title='From Hell !!'/><author><name>Hi in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580612713929363066</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SQZPClkBXuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q-f9LxGF0E4/s72-c/2473418218_20dac7c913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414183424142807354.post-4785578970906825984</id><published>2008-08-03T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:46:44.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SJbAXhXtMzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sRttMvgtvQc/s1600-h/2552878049_836945eb10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SJbAXhXtMzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sRttMvgtvQc/s320/2552878049_836945eb10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230579527564735282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan and Emma walking to the car were they will see themselves for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Little did they know was it was too late for them anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan: you know....&lt;br /&gt;Emma: don't start again! we've said it all and it was enough for the night.&lt;br /&gt;Stan: yeah you had enough, but I still don't understand why...&lt;br /&gt;Emma: (crying) stop! OK? stop!  I just want go home!&lt;br /&gt;Stan: but... what am I supposed to do know I just can lie to my self...&lt;br /&gt;Emma: please I told you it was a mistake...&lt;br /&gt;Stan: yeah but that's no help! it just doesn't make up the years and years of...&lt;br /&gt;Emma: there was nothing i could do! you weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;Stan: I've always been their! what the hell are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Emma: you know what I mean! benign on the streets that much doesn't leave time for...&lt;br /&gt;Stan: (screaming) it's my job! you say that like I'm fooling around or something!&lt;br /&gt;Emma: I'm so sorry if there could only be a way...&lt;br /&gt;Stan: no there's not, get in the car I'm taking you home...&lt;br /&gt;Emma: your not coming ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car while Stan starts the engine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan: no I'm not...&lt;br /&gt;Emma: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wh&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Stan: don't even ask.&lt;br /&gt;Emma: where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan starts to drive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mike/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Stan: I'll go to a hotel or something.&lt;br /&gt;Emma: you know you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;Stan: I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corner red light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan: what I don't understand is why, for how long?&lt;br /&gt;Emma: I already told you ! it was a one time thing it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; not happened!&lt;br /&gt;Stan: I really loved you...&lt;br /&gt;Emma:I still do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan: stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lying&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Emma: you know it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk driver how past the red light...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414183424142807354-4785578970906825984?l=hinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4785578970906825984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1414183424142807354&amp;postID=4785578970906825984' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/4785578970906825984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/4785578970906825984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/snap.html' title='Snap'/><author><name>Hi in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580612713929363066</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SJbAXhXtMzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sRttMvgtvQc/s72-c/2552878049_836945eb10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414183424142807354.post-5552418739869587425</id><published>2008-07-29T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:27:26.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake or Asleep ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Waking up late and with not much to do. What do you do when there's nothing to do? You go and find friends to have a good time. What do you do with your friends? You play some music, eat, smoke, laugh, watch T.V. and get drawn on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You've never been drawn on ? It's fun and it takes up a lot of time, patience. All you need is a good place to be drawn on, some friends that after a while don't fall asleep. 'Cause while your getting drowned on you want to be awake and see every advance so you can see if it's going good or not. You check if you wanna change something or give and idea ti your artist friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nobody wants to play cards to avoid sleep, so you just keep on writing to try to not fall asleep. So you change the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and find something funny to watch and people start to wake up, after all it's your second day there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So after every hope of staying awake is gone you look to your side and see a friend hows almost asleep. You quietly take the pens, ink and markers that are laying around from the drawing session and you start writing and scribbling on there face mustaches, beards, scars even freckles !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414183424142807354-5552418739869587425?l=hinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5552418739869587425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1414183424142807354&amp;postID=5552418739869587425' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/5552418739869587425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/5552418739869587425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/07/awake-or-asleep.html' title='Awake or Asleep ?'/><author><name>Hi in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580612713929363066</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-1414183424142807354.post-503952032394111115</id><published>2008-07-24T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:12:32.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Josephine Berry, 29 years old, Personal Assistant –the too good to be true girl- from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Long Island&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. April 8 Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 7:32 am in the heart of New York, mean while Joe walks in Steve’s apartment (Steven Wright, 37 years old, great wealth thanks to Grandma –only grandchild known- and also become the new Hugh Grant) to check his schedule, make coffee for both and leave the Tuxedo she picked up on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The shower is running and Steve always takes long showers, so Joe decide to check on her mail in Steve’s laptop –‘He does not mind’.&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes and Steve is still in the shower. Joe opens Microsoft Word and starts tipping in all the things she wanted to tell Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Dear Mr Wright, I would like to express myself as how I feel in this very moment. Since the moment I begun working as you personal assistant, I haven’t been quite honest with you and for somehow it leads me into a ‘distraction’.&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm ... If only you could help me…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You see, I can’t remember the last time I confessed to someone. It must have been when I was innocent of all kind, back then when I was 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; heard- and as for me, I Wait! have you ever confessed?, if you have, can you remember how it feels like?, don’t you feel like having a cigarette and say ‘finally, this is way much better than sex!’. I guess not, because you’re the expert, you’re always bringing new girls, every night we all know that it isn’t better than sex –well, as I’vequited smoking about 2 weeks from now, it’s been so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK so, what about love? Do you ever think about love?, do you know what it means and the consequences that may cause?. You know, I’ve thought about this over and over on ‘how I’m going to say this’, but every time I try to spit it out, I panic. It’s not fair.Thing is that it’s crucial, you know, something that it’s needed in life and no one is free of this... you know... ‘Thingy’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The only thing that I’m pretty sure of saying is that I need a raise, because the other day I stayed until 3:30 in the morning to run through the next day’s schedule before your flight to Miami meanwhile you were still partying out and also I really want that Chanel coat!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry, back to you&lt;br /&gt;I should calm down, I mean, we do trust each other, I’ve been working here for the last 6 years and I’ve always been there whenever you needed me, even though sometimes you could make yourself dinner, but no Sir! He wanted the home maid enchiladas when you could afford for 100000 enchiladas from that yummy restaurant and there I was, I had to rush through &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; just to make you MY enchiladas. But I was always there. So we are good friends, right? God it’s difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I’ll just... you ready? 1... 2... 3... I think I love you...”&lt;br /&gt;Joe freaking out inside her, ‘Oh my God what the hell did I just do?!’&lt;br /&gt;Steve in his towel had been standing behind her for almost 5 minutes and didn’t say a word until Joe saw his reflection from the mirror next to her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Joe quickly stands up&lt;br /&gt;“Shit!, I’m so sorry, I was just checking my e-mails and I got bored and I started writing and one thing lead to another and I’m always talking crap!!... You know what? I’m quitting! And as soon as I walk out that door you have to forget what just happened AND I’ll find another job or else I’ll jump &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; cause it seam’s to be much easier to forget everything”.&lt;br /&gt;(Deep inside thinking) ‘What the hell Josephine, what was that?!!’&lt;br /&gt;Quickly she grabs her bag, opens the door and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Paula P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414183424142807354-503952032394111115?l=hinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/503952032394111115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1414183424142807354&amp;postID=503952032394111115' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/503952032394111115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/503952032394111115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/07/josephine-berry-29-years-old-personal.html' title='Honestly, Love?'/><author><name>Hi in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580612713929363066</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-1414183424142807354.post-428516736562007003</id><published>2008-07-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:37:26.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Begging for a Pixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SIjKWuSK1BI/AAAAAAAAABI/IXKEMQoTa4w/s1600-h/4de77144-cf29-4863-a935-29ffb06a204a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SIjKWuSK1BI/AAAAAAAAABI/IXKEMQoTa4w/s200/4de77144-cf29-4863-a935-29ffb06a204a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226649859293631506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hiding or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;? I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;her, alone. Know me down! I want you to do it. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt; of being alone is eating my soul. It reminds me every day to stay awake and not to fall asleep 'cause I'd miss her. I've seen her in my dreams and been awake it's like she was never there. When I've been with her I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; her. But I know she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recognizes&lt;/span&gt; me and she is afraid. But I tell my lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pixie&lt;/span&gt; of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Don't be.&lt;/span&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/1414183424142807354-428516736562007003?l=hinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/428516736562007003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1414183424142807354&amp;postID=428516736562007003' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/428516736562007003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/428516736562007003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/07/egging-for-pixie.html' title='Begging for a Pixie'/><author><name>Hi in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580612713929363066</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SIjKWuSK1BI/AAAAAAAAABI/IXKEMQoTa4w/s72-c/4de77144-cf29-4863-a935-29ffb06a204a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414183424142807354.post-953787650939340642</id><published>2008-07-13T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:41:21.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Think about this for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt; and then try to understand why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414183424142807354-953787650939340642?l=hinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/953787650939340642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1414183424142807354&amp;postID=953787650939340642' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/953787650939340642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/953787650939340642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/07/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Hi in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580612713929363066</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-1414183424142807354.post-3798148324335773902</id><published>2008-07-09T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:04:14.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception of sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;? Are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you really think it´s me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It might not be the one you were waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it´s me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Were you really expecting something better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;´Cause we both know theres nothing better than us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everybody feels it in the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sees it in their dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and hears it in their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1414183424142807354-3798148324335773902?l=hinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3798148324335773902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1414183424142807354&amp;postID=3798148324335773902' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/3798148324335773902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/3798148324335773902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/07/perception-of-sound.html' title='Perception of sound'/><author><name>Hi in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580612713929363066</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-1414183424142807354.post-6218512977905716588</id><published>2008-07-08T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:38:58.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story 4 a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am going to tell you a bit of my story. The life I’ve lived and the way I see it. I will write about my childhood, my family and boyfriends. I try to explain some of my experiences and what are my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I was a baby I was the first of 6 and recently 7 cousins. When I was born all of my ants and uncles were so happy and treated me like I was the most marvellous new thing in the world. I was spoiled until my first cousin got born. Then my sister got born and I was so happy to have a sister. We get along very well and always have a good time. Like the time we went up north this summer vacation and had a blast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to the beach and had a picnic and ate a lot fruit and sweets. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well when I was 14 years old and I pasted to junior high and met my first boyfriend. He was very cute and charming but he wasn’t that interested in me as I was. We lasted for a couple of months and then we broke up. I don’t regret braking up with him ´cause days after he was with a girl from school. We were young so I don’t hate him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Later on through high school I had a lot of experiences. Good ones and bad ones. The good ones are all great memories like when I was a cheerleader. It was a spectacular time of my like and when my body couldn’t have been better. We had lots of presentations and acts at school. When we needed money we would got to a corner and act for cars and they would give us money. Not the best way to get it but I was having the time of my life there on that corner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don’t really want to talk about some of the bad experiences ´cause there kind of dull and I don’t like talking about them much. Nothing serious but I don’t like to talk about my personal issues of the past. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some time in my mid fifteens I met my new boyfriend. We were great together. We spent so much time together and did so many things. My parents loved him and his parents loved me. We lasted almost 2 years. But after our 1 year, 9 month anniversary a very close friend told me was cheating on me. In some place in the next weeks after she told me I found out it was true and dumped him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;After him it took me a while to meet some one new. I was very hurt and didn’t want to know about men. So I went on and finished school and did the best I could. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I started to look up university options and thinking what I would like to do for the rest of my life. I herd about pedagogy in English and got the first idea that I would like to study some thing with English in it. So I finally found Traduction an interpretation. I really like it; even though I thought when I was in first year to drop out ´cause I was having trouble with my English. But that’s over now and I’m really likening it and thinking I could do this the rest of my life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;But some times I get a bit down hearing my classmates that are not doing so good and when they think they can go on. I try to encourage them. But it doesn’t always feel like I convince them. Try not to party too much, don’t miss class, pay attention and do all your home work. I do party but not as much as some of my friends. Its sound like fun and all but I really want to be good at what I ill do the rest of my life. Its so easy to put a little effort in things that are worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What else can I say? I think I’m very lucky. Now I’ve met a very charming person and been dating him for a couple of month and I think we can get to a serious level. At home thing couldn’t be better, my sister, mom and dad are happy and so am I.  Thing at the university are going good too and I’m very proud of my self.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414183424142807354-6218512977905716588?l=hinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6218512977905716588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1414183424142807354&amp;postID=6218512977905716588' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/6218512977905716588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/6218512977905716588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/07/story-4-friend.html' title='A story 4 a Friend'/><author><name>Hi in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580612713929363066</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-1414183424142807354.post-8210666235390798362</id><published>2008-07-08T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:45:38.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frog who called out Hawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SHRc3KghNnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OnDkfV9dcgQ/s1600-h/frog_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SHRc3KghNnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OnDkfV9dcgQ/s200/frog_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220899970812556914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Once upon a time in a land very far away there was a frog family. They lived together in the forest near a pond were Mr. and Mrs. Frog had there beautiful house. Mr. and Mrs. Frog had a very cute little frog called Froggy. Froggy wasn’t very polite to the other animals. He was always playing jokes on them and making fun of his friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 0.9pt; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;In the forest there was and evil hawk that usually attacked the other animals and Froggy liked to go wandering of into the forest even though Mr. and Mrs. Frog told him not to. One day Froggy though about the perfect joke and went into the forest and started to call out "Hawk Hawk!!!” Every animal in the forest got scared and went to look at him to help him even Mr. and Mrs Frog. When they got there they found his laughing on the floor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 0.9pt; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Frog grounded Froggy for a month and he got very mad and didn’t go out and all he did was school work and his shores. After the month he spent grounded he went back too being the frog who played jokes on every one. Froggy was mad and he decided to go back to the forest and call out Hawk again. So he went to the forest and came back running screaming “Hawk Hawk!!” But this time only Mr. and Mrs. Frog went to help him and out of nowhere the Hawk came flying in mean while Mr. and Mrs. were telling Froggy he was grounded again. The Hawk went for Mr. Frog but Mrs. Frog saw the Hawk and Mrs. Frog saved him and the tree of them ran to thier house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 0.9pt; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Once they were safe they talked to Froggy. He understood that what he was doing was wrong and he started to behave. After this event Froggy made some jokes but nothing serious. He learned his lesson by seeing his family in danger and he became a very good frog after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/1414183424142807354-8210666235390798362?l=hinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8210666235390798362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1414183424142807354&amp;postID=8210666235390798362' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/8210666235390798362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414183424142807354/posts/default/8210666235390798362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/07/frog-who-called-out-hawk.html' title='The Frog who called out Hawk'/><author><name>Hi in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580612713929363066</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-86GUT846M/SHRc3KghNnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OnDkfV9dcgQ/s72-c/frog_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
