<?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-5212572181612152686</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:20:12.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ismi Safeya</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212572181612152686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shanis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxTqEpsTb1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/yzGopSHI-9k/S220/avatar+utk+blogspot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212572181612152686.post-5530406039053522696</id><published>2010-01-08T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:40:21.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/S0fmpftq3wI/AAAAAAAAAVk/EgoCRnZMN6U/s1600-h/gambar+guard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/S0fmpftq3wI/AAAAAAAAAVk/EgoCRnZMN6U/s320/gambar+guard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peace be upon you.&amp;nbsp; You're... Harun, right?&amp;nbsp; Can I have a word with you for a minute?&amp;nbsp; There's something I wanna tell you.&amp;nbsp; Private stuff, you know?" Zulaikha started the conversation with one of the guards wearing the name tag of 'Harun'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peace be upon you too.&amp;nbsp; You wanna talk to me?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, sure you can.&amp;nbsp; I don't mind chatting with you, in fact I am willing to spend the next hour chatting with you.&amp;nbsp; Let's say... you wait me here for another couple of minutes.&amp;nbsp; I'm off duty by then, and we can go somewhere else.&amp;nbsp; I'll buy a cup of coffee," replied Harun with added enthusiasm, even though he didn't know Ismi Safeya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ismi Safeya understood what Harun meant by then.&amp;nbsp; She knew Harun could not be trusted, but she grabbed the man's arm and pulled him to the side.&amp;nbsp; She came closer to his ears, and readied herself to whisper something into them.&amp;nbsp; "Harun... I think you are pretty lucky to get someone as beautiful as Mira.&amp;nbsp; I'm just curious... how did you manage to do that?" Zulaikha pretended to ask, and showed an innocent face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well... you really get me interested.&amp;nbsp; Who are you really? I don't think I know you." Harun shook his head a few times and looked at Ismi Safeya's face with a cheeky smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo!&amp;nbsp; The guard's reaction confirmed that he was the man talked about by Mira and her friend.&amp;nbsp; She was glad.&amp;nbsp; She even started planning how to get Harun into her trap.&amp;nbsp; "My identity is not important to you.&amp;nbsp; The crucial thing is what I'm going to tell you.&amp;nbsp; Do you know I have a note from Mira?" asked Ismi Safeya with a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A note?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harun became really interested and he came closer to Ismi Safeya.&amp;nbsp; Ismi Safeya tried to remain calm, her mind racing on what to be talked about in a few moments to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212572181612152686-5530406039053522696?l=ismisafeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/feeds/5530406039053522696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212572181612152686&amp;postID=5530406039053522696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212572181612152686/posts/default/5530406039053522696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212572181612152686/posts/default/5530406039053522696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/2010/01/harun-unpredictable-guard.html' title='The Guard'/><author><name>Shanis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxTqEpsTb1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/yzGopSHI-9k/S220/avatar+utk+blogspot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/S0fmpftq3wI/AAAAAAAAAVk/EgoCRnZMN6U/s72-c/gambar+guard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212572181612152686.post-2521693480898657662</id><published>2009-12-02T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:27:10.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 - The Hiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxcR0VNiorI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5_iHZZ7XNv4/s1600-h/pompuan+jepun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxcR0VNiorI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5_iHZZ7XNv4/s320/pompuan+jepun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ismi Safeya changed her mind to walk straight to the exit door.&amp;nbsp; Before any one of the two guards could notice her, she shifted her way towards a boutique which situated opposite to the exit.&amp;nbsp; Ismi Safeya pretended to choose some clothes while observing the guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her guess was correct.&amp;nbsp; Both of the guards were now beginning searching all bags belonging to customers who wished to go through the exit door.&amp;nbsp; Ismi Safeya saw it all with her own eyes, how the guards took everybody's bag and&amp;nbsp;dug through all the contents.&amp;nbsp; Desperate, she looked around and saw several&amp;nbsp;clothes rack at the back of the boutique.&amp;nbsp; Without thinking twice, Ismi Safeya headed towards the racks and hid herself behind one of them.&amp;nbsp; She ignored the two salesgirls who were busy chatting at the front of the boutique.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;their conversations were obvious to heard, so Ismi Safeya just&amp;nbsp;simply listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Mira, I notice that you have been nervous these days.&amp;nbsp; Hasn't your mother recovered from her illness yet?" said one of the salesgirl.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her name tag read a name, Emi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"She's all right.&amp;nbsp; My mother is completely fine.&amp;nbsp; She had taken the medicine I've given her, and she's as healthy as ever.&amp;nbsp; It isn't her that I'm worried about.&amp;nbsp; It's about something else.&amp;nbsp; I've been thinking about it&amp;nbsp;for days... and I've caught a lot of headache doing it.&amp;nbsp; It has been&amp;nbsp;several nights that I&amp;nbsp;only sleep, but I don't drift off," replied&amp;nbsp;the salesgirl who wore the name tag which read Mira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hmmm... if you sleep but you couldn't drift off.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if you&amp;nbsp;bathed but you're not wet.&amp;nbsp; And you eat but you're not full.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am almost sure I know your problem.&amp;nbsp; I think you're in love..." suggested Emi, showing a bit of teasing expression on her face.&amp;nbsp; She smiled a little and showed an array of nicely arranged, white and clean teeth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Yeah... yeah... I'm telling you now.&amp;nbsp; It's not that I want to keep any secrets from you, but you know Harun, right?&amp;nbsp; The guard guy.&amp;nbsp; He's all over heels on me, but I've never had any feelings for him.&amp;nbsp; I swear.&amp;nbsp; And I am so sick of his desperate urges, he always asks me to tell him what I feel.&amp;nbsp; But yeah... I don't have the guts.&amp;nbsp; And I pity him.&amp;nbsp; I'm afraid he will misinterpret what I'm going to tell him, since he is so 'in love'..." said Mira, and with that laughed out loud.&amp;nbsp; But the laughter showed a little bit of embarrassment, as if it was a crime that she had committed by confessing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"This is easy.&amp;nbsp; Mira... what are you thinking?&amp;nbsp; You don't have to worry a thing.&amp;nbsp; You will just torture your body and mind thinking about this garbage thing.&amp;nbsp; Just go to him and tell him the truth.&amp;nbsp; End of story.&amp;nbsp; You are keeping it to yourself for nothing.&amp;nbsp; I'm more afraid if that Harun is already having dreams of having kids with you.&amp;nbsp; Then when he discovered you are not interested, then what?&amp;nbsp; You will be in trouble by the time it happened.&amp;nbsp; What are you going to say then?" A question mark showed on Emi's oval face.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Well... I guess you're right.&amp;nbsp; I'll think about it.&amp;nbsp; Moreover I pity him, and I see him everyday standing at the exit door.&amp;nbsp; I know he wants to attract my attention, but somehow disgusted is the feeling I get.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I am going to even like him at all.&amp;nbsp; He's just not my type," replied Emi with a slow voice.&amp;nbsp; She seemed reluctant, but surely considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Then, you should do what you are supposed to.&amp;nbsp; It's&amp;nbsp;a different story if you really have something going on.&amp;nbsp; If that's the case, I&amp;nbsp;surrender.&amp;nbsp; I can't help you, you have to figure it out yourself," teased Emi.&amp;nbsp; She liked teasing the girl, because&amp;nbsp;Mira&amp;nbsp;became panic easily and she almost always believed every word Emi told her.&amp;nbsp; But Emi only teased Mira just for&amp;nbsp;a little fun, and no harm done.&amp;nbsp; She loved the girl&amp;nbsp;like she loved her own self.&amp;nbsp; To Emi, Mira was&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;a real sister.&amp;nbsp; They argue and fight, but then&amp;nbsp;forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"No I'm not!" Mira protested in a high-pitched voice.&amp;nbsp; Her calmness position had now changed into a panic one.&amp;nbsp; She protruded&amp;nbsp;her tongue out and showed it to Emi to strengthen what she meant.&amp;nbsp; A cheeky smile curved on the outline of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You're good.&amp;nbsp; Now the problem's out, are you still worried?" Emi smiled back and just simply asked what she wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I guess not.&amp;nbsp; Like you said, why worry?" Shrugging, Mira replied and walked into the cashier compartment.&amp;nbsp; She started doing some coins collecting, so the discussion stopped just like that.&amp;nbsp; Seeing that Mira had started doing her work, Emi went to the sweatshirts racks and rearranged the&amp;nbsp;display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ismi Safeya heard every bit of the&amp;nbsp;conversation between the two salesgirls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She decided to get out&amp;nbsp;of the boutique.&amp;nbsp; She headed straight towards the exit, where the two guards were&amp;nbsp;still rummaging into customers' bags.&amp;nbsp; In a distance of about three metres from those guards, Ismi Safeya could clearly read their nametags.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One of the guards nametag&amp;nbsp;read 'Harun'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212572181612152686-2521693480898657662?l=ismisafeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.scaryghoststory.blogspot.com' title='Chapter 2 - The Hiding'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/feeds/2521693480898657662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212572181612152686&amp;postID=2521693480898657662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212572181612152686/posts/default/2521693480898657662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212572181612152686/posts/default/2521693480898657662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-2-hiding.html' title='Chapter 2 - The Hiding'/><author><name>Shanis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxTqEpsTb1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/yzGopSHI-9k/S220/avatar+utk+blogspot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxcR0VNiorI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5_iHZZ7XNv4/s72-c/pompuan+jepun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212572181612152686.post-370332321211025677</id><published>2009-12-01T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:25:23.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 - The Bracelet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxTn7fRMI6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pfWcr1OvLqg/s1600/GossipGirl_300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxTn7fRMI6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pfWcr1OvLqg/s320/GossipGirl_300x300.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ismi Safeya observed the movements of the sales lady in the gold store.&amp;nbsp; After she was really sure the sales lady didn't notice her presence, Ismi Safeya focused on what she really wanted to do.&amp;nbsp; The 24 carat of 916 gold bracelet really attracted her attention.&amp;nbsp; Without delay, Ismi Safeya dug her hands into the glass container which was exhibiting an array of gold jewelleries, including the bracelet as well.&amp;nbsp; Quickly, she unzipped her bag and slid the bracelet into it.&amp;nbsp; When the bracelet sank into the bottom of the bag, she zipped back the bag and made a nonchalant face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her earlier facial expression was rigid and anxious.&amp;nbsp; But now she felt calmer, because she felt half of her effort had already been done.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;she knew she should be careful because she was still inside the gold store.&amp;nbsp; Furthermore, the gold store is inside a shopping mall, Terminal One.&amp;nbsp; She tried as hard as she could to portray a simple and straightforwarded face while observing the sales lady. She knew the sales lady was ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carefully, Ismi Safeya arranged her steps out of the gold store.&amp;nbsp; She felt her footsteps were as if the footsteps of a giant, too loud and hurting to her ears.&amp;nbsp; Her heart beats were as if the nuclear&amp;nbsp;bomb which exploded&amp;nbsp;repeatedly and mercilessly, and disturbed her sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now she was already out.&amp;nbsp; But she was still in&amp;nbsp;the Terminal One, so she had to find a way out soon.&amp;nbsp; She continued walking.&amp;nbsp; In front of her now stood two guards on duty.&amp;nbsp; One of them was talking on the mobile phone.&amp;nbsp; The guard nodded and he gave a hand gesture towards the other guard on duty.&amp;nbsp; They discussed something,&amp;nbsp;and their facial expressions were serious.&amp;nbsp; All of a sudden, Ismi Safeya felt as if her heart stopped beating.&amp;nbsp; Her instinct told her that something was obviously fishy and she had to find out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212572181612152686-370332321211025677?l=ismisafeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://scaryghoststory.blogspot.com' title='Chapter 1 - The Bracelet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/feeds/370332321211025677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212572181612152686&amp;postID=370332321211025677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212572181612152686/posts/default/370332321211025677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212572181612152686/posts/default/370332321211025677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-1-bracelet.html' title='Chapter 1 - The Bracelet'/><author><name>Shanis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxTqEpsTb1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/yzGopSHI-9k/S220/avatar+utk+blogspot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxTn7fRMI6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pfWcr1OvLqg/s72-c/GossipGirl_300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212572181612152686.post-217485183287782138</id><published>2007-02-14T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:55:31.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212572181612152686-217485183287782138?l=ismisafeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/feeds/217485183287782138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212572181612152686&amp;postID=217485183287782138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212572181612152686/posts/default/217485183287782138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212572181612152686/posts/default/217485183287782138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismisafeya.blogspot.com/2007/02/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Shanis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y88vVH3wYvQ/SxTqEpsTb1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/yzGopSHI-9k/S220/avatar+utk+blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
