<?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-3417934022508625958</id><updated>2011-08-30T23:53:10.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-8499550252832865946</id><published>2011-08-23T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T03:31:08.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its never too late to make a change.</title><content type='html'>At anytime, you can decide to change the road you’re on in life, take a new direction, follow a new trail. You are the only one who really knows what you want from life and if you’re on the right road for you. You are the only one who can fulfill your dreams and receive the joys and hapiness that come from reaching those aspirations and goals. Don’t expect others to be responisible for your hapiness and your success. You must take control and be in charge of your destiny and day-to-day situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take advice. (most of the time its free!) and listen to what others have to say and what concerns they have; it’s important to have different points of view. But always validate those words of wisdom with your own set of standards and make sure that the advice has meaning to your sense of reality. You must understand yourself enough to know what you want in life and what desires you believe are worthwhile for your future. You need to depend upon yourself and your talents. Appreciate others for their personal skills and abilities, but always continue to focus on your strenghts and energies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is much too short to spend it worrying about someone else’s accomplishments or expecting someone else to be responsible for making your life better. If you have dreams, then you have a purpose. You have something to believe in and work toward obtaining. Dedicate yourself to yourself. Promise yourself a life filled with love, and then whatever roads you travel will be the roads you want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/htdawy.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417934022508625958-8499550252832865946?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/8499550252832865946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=8499550252832865946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/8499550252832865946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/8499550252832865946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-never-too-late-to-make-change.html' title='Its never too late to make a change.'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/htdawy_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-2343246418466998644</id><published>2011-03-01T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:41:42.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE OR MONEY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, money, money, money. We need money for our daily expenses. But as far as happiness, no. I don’t think so. Some people use their money to buy things they like. They thought by going here and there, buying a lots of stuff makes them happy. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs to work hard to get what they wanted to do. But how about the happiness? WHY PEOPLE FORGET THEIR HAPPINESS FOR THE SAKE OF WEALTHY AND RICHES? Money can be easily measured and counted while happiness cannot. We cannot put happiness and weigh it. Material possessions do not bring lasting happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE that is what people need! And be loved. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;LOVE IS WONDERFUL GIFT FROM GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why take it away? Do you feel that, when you fall in love, your worlds brighten? Of course, why people can feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, some people there, thinks this is ridiculous. Of course, we need money but we need happiness as well. We should be in between. But more to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is elixir of life. Love is life. Everybody needs to “intense love for one another”. As apostle peter said in the bible (1 peter 4:9). Sorry if I offend someone. I don’t want to offend somebody. But just think about it…. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE IS GREATER THAN ANYTHING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/htdawy.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417934022508625958-2343246418466998644?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/2343246418466998644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=2343246418466998644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/2343246418466998644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/2343246418466998644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-or-money.html' title='LOVE OR MONEY?'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/htdawy_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-810447342791489177</id><published>2010-07-07T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T02:16:37.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh maybe, maybe :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rarasekar.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d1w1gk0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/TDRBdxuXaMI/AAAAAAAAADI/O_e5sD-9ew4/s400/this__i_call_home_by_rarasekar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491085825491298498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coffee in hand, checked my inbox hoping to find something, anything. I do not do life lessons well. I repeat many mistakes hoping to find a clue, a reason, maybe even hope as to why I feel the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding I am wanting to close the inner circle of people around me. Trust is going out the window. I have so much to say, yet want to say nothing. I want to yell and scream, yet I want hold it all inside. I want to confront, yet I want to run and hide. Nothing makes sense yet it all makes perfect sense. Confused? Then join me on my wild ride called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel so naive and stupid. Shall I say it? I feel used. I ignore all the signs, the gut feelings, the facts. Maybe a part of me secretly desires this confusion, pain and stupidity. I am re-known for my composure, level headedness and determination for truth. Where is it when I need it the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee in hand, close down my inbox. I find nothing. As I knew I would. I am repeating a mistake in life's lessons. I still have no reason, clue and I am losing hope. Maybe this time I am slowly regaining what I need the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;Edit Entry&lt;/span&gt;// New Layout! Made and Design By: &lt;a href="http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me/Ejay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (of course, please do not copy my style) Sorry for my lack of updates anyway.. Thanks! Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/htdawy.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="right" /&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/3417934022508625958-810447342791489177?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/810447342791489177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=810447342791489177&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/810447342791489177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/810447342791489177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-maybe-maybe.html' title='Oh maybe, maybe :/'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/TDRBdxuXaMI/AAAAAAAAADI/O_e5sD-9ew4/s72-c/this__i_call_home_by_rarasekar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-3385962942847905600</id><published>2010-06-15T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T02:12:23.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She tried her hardest and still failed</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/TBdfGE9JqlI/AAAAAAAAADA/KJak1uhuq5Q/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/TBdfGE9JqlI/AAAAAAAAADA/KJak1uhuq5Q/s400/010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482955629360949842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh god, I don't know what to do! The harder I fight to take care of myself and be strong, the harder life fights me back. And here I am alone, thinking that I just don't want to fight anymore. I don't have the strength and I don't see the point anymore. I can't possibly take anything else that life wants to throw at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why my life is so much more unfair for some people than others. How does god allow these things to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why everything in my life that has ever been good has been taken away from me. Do I deserve everything I've gotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/htdawy.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="right" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417934022508625958-3385962942847905600?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/3385962942847905600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=3385962942847905600&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/3385962942847905600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/3385962942847905600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-tried-her-hardest-and-still-failed.html' title='She tried her hardest and still failed'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/TBdfGE9JqlI/AAAAAAAAADA/KJak1uhuq5Q/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-116781600191221041</id><published>2010-05-18T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:58:00.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S_NSL02UnYI/AAAAAAAAACg/sgeJjnKDKRQ/s320/576662vfsxa9ogq1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472808335303810434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Telling a lie could create a lot of troubles. It could hurt somebody else feelings; put everything into a real mess. If you lied once, it could tend to grow up because you will tell another lie just to cover up the first lie, and as it goes on, it will grow into a big web of lies (a complicated one). Why do we lie?!? We lie for different reasons, maybe we don’t want to hurt somebody’s feelings, or we don’t want to get scolded or you want to protect yourself from trouble or harm. Others lie because they want to brag themselves, some do it to destroy others reputations. There are still a lot of reasons out there, whether your intentions are good or bad, it’s still a lie. And we do this for the benefit of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sometimes I lie. (Who doesn’t? Kahit naman siguro kayo, hindi ba?! Hehehe), but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;most of my intentions are good&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;not to harm others&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but sometimes mistakenly the results affect the people involved.&lt;/span&gt; How about you? Do have created a lie before and up to now, it’s still a lie?!? And no one knows it?!? Have you lied and it changed everything in your life?!? Have you lied and lose the one you loved one or friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2vajo6x.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="right" /&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/3417934022508625958-116781600191221041?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/116781600191221041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=116781600191221041&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/116781600191221041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/116781600191221041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2010/05/telling-lie.html' title='Oh Lie!'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S_NSL02UnYI/AAAAAAAAACg/sgeJjnKDKRQ/s72-c/576662vfsxa9ogq1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-2384380588640178990</id><published>2010-05-14T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:36:06.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThanksGOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday in our life we struggle to live, and in our busy life we forget to acknowledge every little thing which God have given us as a blessing. We always look for the big ones to come, so we never notice and appreciate all those many little things. Like for an instance - we haven’t appreciated our work coz we still want the good one, isn’t it a blessing for us that we have a worked to cherish coz there are others who doesn’t have? We don’t like to eat because we don’t like the food that’s being prepared, aren’t we bless that we still have something to eat and others looked into the garbage just to have something to eat and that others just slept their hunger coz they’ve got nothing to eat? We’re blaming God for not giving what do we think is best for us like the beauty-physical appearance, popularity, wealth, material things, so we always admired them and wish that we’re them, and we have what they have. Aren’t we are blessed because we’re on a computer reading a message like this? And aren’t we’re lucky enough that we have the body that’s healthy and needs to be take good care of, that we have our family who admire us for who we really are, and that we have the goodness, honesty and true love which money can’t buy or have? It’s just a few samples of what kind people God has made had become – hunger for power, wealth – evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you say ‘thank you’ to your parents who’ve always been there for you and who supported you all the way and who gave you all you want at its best? When are you going to say ‘thank you’ to your relatives who helped you when your family is not around? When are you going to say ‘thank you’ to your friends who’d been eager to listen to you when you have problems and who’ve been there when you’ve got no one to rely on and who willingly gave you a hand and who never gets tired advising what’s the best thing for you to do? When are you going to say “thank you” to your colleagues who give you each little help they can offer that made you good in work and a better co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And foremost, when will you say "Thank you God" for giving me all these little blessing which made a big lot of difference in me. "Thank you God" for this life you’ve given me, this beautiful world that we’ve live in. "Thank You God" for this another day you’ve given me and for the blessing which I receive today. "Thank You God" for your endless love for us. And most of all, God “Thank you” for in this life of mine I came to know and trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you appreciate those you think "little" but in reality the important one? When are you going to say those simple two words? Can you still say "Thank You" if it is too late? You’re living life so easy; do you know until when you are going to stay in this world? Nobody knows - not you nor me coz only God knows… so say it now coz you still have the time, a time to change, a time to know God, a time to appreciate all the wonderful things God has given us… and don’t forget to say these in your prayer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;"Thank You God For Everything"&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2vajo6x.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3417934022508625958-2384380588640178990?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/2384380588640178990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=2384380588640178990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/2384380588640178990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/2384380588640178990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanksgod_14.html' title='ThanksGOD'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2vajo6x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-9075792235785904540</id><published>2010-05-13T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T03:40:53.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We heart music ❤</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://andikapatrya.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-vL57ZQ_0I/AAAAAAAAACY/QXKMOJWIlZo/s320/hear_the_music_II_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470690368428244802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think music plays an important role in our life. It accompanies us along life's long wrote. A simple melody or a nice verse of a song makes us dream and helps us recall unforgettable moments (no matter if they are sad or happy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are songs which make us cry and songs which make us smile. We can even send a message through songs. I was sent songs a few times. I understood what the persons wanted to tell me. Sometimes the songs should tell me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;Don't worry, life goes on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" or they just made me smile because I remembered a funny situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire those people who write those wonderful songs. I often ask myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wow, how do they know how to express feelings in that touching and overwhelming way! What's their inspiration?&lt;/span&gt;" Love songs are my favorites. They often have a very deep meaning and I think that you can just understand them with all of your heart, when you experienced the feeling which the song describes on your own, don't you think so?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today somebody asked me, "If you could dedicate a song to me right now, what would it be?" I'd like to pass this question to you. If you could dedicate a song to someone special, which song would you choose? Or in other words... If you had to choose one song which describes what you are feeling for someone very special in your life, which song would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2vajo6x.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="right" /&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/3417934022508625958-9075792235785904540?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/9075792235785904540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=9075792235785904540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/9075792235785904540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/9075792235785904540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2010/05/important-of-music.html' title='We heart music ❤'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-vL57ZQ_0I/AAAAAAAAACY/QXKMOJWIlZo/s72-c/hear_the_music_II_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-8867039971661236154</id><published>2010-05-12T02:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T02:51:00.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you ever wonder if your friends were true friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;Friends were defined in many different ways. But of all those definitions, only one is for sure, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends &lt;/span&gt;are found at the bottom of the sea"&lt;/span&gt;; wherein you need to dive and look for it, exert effort and time and even take the risk before you can find one good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ikate.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-p31y1bf6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-MsOQP2PmyA/s320/0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470316463457533858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you're in prosperity, there were many persons who talk to you, always with you and are willing to help you that’s why you feel blessed having those friends (is there no hidden agenda kaya?). But when storms crash into your life and it seems there’s no hope, in that moment in time you will realize what kind of friends you have and who among them were genuine. There were many kinds of friends and motives of being a friend. Likes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-pyLje2fcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1L4VZ3Az60g/s1600/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 14px; height: 16px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-pyLje2fcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1L4VZ3Az60g/s320/1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470310240223657410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fawns upon you and flatters you -&lt;br /&gt;concealing your faults and weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-pyUAYSNVI/AAAAAAAAABY/TQhuWN-pIMg/s1600/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 14px; height: 16px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-pyUAYSNVI/AAAAAAAAABY/TQhuWN-pIMg/s320/2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470310385419695442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Others will come bearing gifts but,&lt;br /&gt;those are only masks of their real aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-pya6WK_XI/AAAAAAAAABg/wmngKOfjqHg/s1600/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 14px; height: 16px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-pya6WK_XI/AAAAAAAAABg/wmngKOfjqHg/s320/3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470310504059305330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Others are those who follow you&lt;br /&gt;everywhere for they want to be identified with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-pyhHsw3-I/AAAAAAAAABo/iz4ylY8fGDM/s1600/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 14px; height: 16px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-pyhHsw3-I/AAAAAAAAABo/iz4ylY8fGDM/s320/4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470310610722938850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Others will profess their undying friendship but since,&lt;br /&gt;theirs is the kind of friendship that begins for an end, then it will not last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time comes that you're in need of a friend so bad, where are they? Others will talk ill of you just to protect their own interests. And there are some who will avoid you for fear that you might ask for their help. And of course, the most painful one, are those friends whom you sustained and care for and who now abandoned you in your darkest hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few kinds but still I do believe, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;true friend exists&lt;/span&gt;. They are the one who endures in good and bad times with you and are not afraid to be called your friend. True friends consider even the smallest thing valuable and great, always understand and accept you as the person you are!! They were the one who loves your dearly, despite of the in spites, your mistakes and your weaknesses. They are the one those who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;gave you light and take you back to the right path&lt;/span&gt;, when you're in the midst of darkness. Now, when you find this kind of friend, don’t let them go for they are rare and one of a kind. They were worthy to be treasured forever –&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that’s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; what true friends are&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2vajo6x.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="right" /&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/3417934022508625958-8867039971661236154?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/8867039971661236154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=8867039971661236154&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/8867039971661236154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/8867039971661236154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2010/05/did-you-ever-wonder-if-your-friends.html' title='Did you ever wonder if your friends were true friends?'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-p31y1bf6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-MsOQP2PmyA/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-4756991508137989569</id><published>2010-05-11T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T02:51:02.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rain makes me remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://misscaliforniaaa.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-i8uZPkJKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Zqj5BCQH7QI/s320/Rainy_day_love_by_MissCaliforniaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469829252677641378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's cold and raining here today. When it rains, I want to stay at home make a big mug of hot chocolate (yumyum), surf the net the whole day, watching movies, eat a lot then sleep after eating (hahaha, laziness*), looking every raindrops through the window and see how the people walk in it and play - you feel happy for that even you don't share them. Aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... anyway despite anything about that. I would like to share something with you guys, hindi ko makakalimutan toh. I remembered when I was in Philippines one rainy afternoon I was walking on the side street of our village. On my way I found a little bird who seems to be struggling for his life. He was wounded on his left wing. I called up for my friend who was waiting in the car, she went to see what's going on, to her surprise she walked away and told me "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;leave that alone&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to get in the car, a part of me held me back, I made an attempt to get him but every time I try to touch him, his moving away his poor body. Just then I heard my friend calling me and told me that we are leaving. She refused to bring the bird with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, I wonder what if I didn't leave him lying helpless in that corner and help him heal his wound til he's ready to fly - question still lingers on my mind, did somebody on that day had the heart to take him home or did the poor thing just died just like any other who has been deprived with a simple thing called - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2vajo6x.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="right" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417934022508625958-4756991508137989569?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/4756991508137989569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=4756991508137989569&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/4756991508137989569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/4756991508137989569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2010/05/rain-makes-me-remember_11.html' title='The rain makes me remember'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-i8uZPkJKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Zqj5BCQH7QI/s72-c/Rainy_day_love_by_MissCaliforniaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-940815969106349109</id><published>2010-05-08T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T04:47:21.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-VMJUIMwzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FV8jUoGZdGU/s1600/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-VMJUIMwzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FV8jUoGZdGU/s320/tag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468861045416969010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’d been thru a lot of things as I grow up. I’d been with so many kinds of people, talking, listening and learning from them, I’d been in so many places also that’s why I get to know those people who let me realize the real me or who I used to be, I’d been in that feeling of falling in and out of love of course, and I’d past those trials that made me more stronger now. Life maybe so playful, sometimes you’re up and sometimes your down, because we don’t handle everything, we just have to believe in what we want to believe… why?!? Well, it’s something like a book or in a movie, Right?!? There are fictions. Like vampire stories or fantasies etc., but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are in real life&lt;/span&gt;… we can’t just live in a daydreaming and we have to be practical in everything that we do. But no… no… if we believe in something we just have to put it in our heart and we can get there you can feel it as how you want it to be, like what if someone go in front of you and ask you. Why do you think you believe in god? The answer would be as simple as “because he is here in my heart and I can feel him as how I believe in him”. I’m already old enough, but my dream when I was ten (10) to be there in the moon is still in my mind. I’m a kind of person who dreams a lot. I want to be a nun, a doctor, a teacher, a painter, an interpreter, a singer, a newscaster, or even a lawyer… they say too many dreams can be too bad cause you’ll never be contented in what you have in the present, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(252, 65, 127);"&gt;but for me it’s okay to continue dreaming. Believing and reach everything we love to be… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing wrong in saying you are so tired of all this problems you have… just be tired get rest, and then fight again! Yes, be tired get some rest but never give up. P&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roblems make us stronger, and those trials are also the way Papa God see us in believing in him. &lt;/span&gt;If we lose hope, we lose him, but remembered his hand will never fail to catch us every time we fall. Believe me. No one’s perfect so if ever you think you are ready, go and reach his hand, talk to him and he will listen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2vajo6x.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="right" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417934022508625958-940815969106349109?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/940815969106349109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=940815969106349109&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/940815969106349109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/940815969106349109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-believe-in-something.html' title='When you believe'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-VMJUIMwzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FV8jUoGZdGU/s72-c/tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417934022508625958.post-5155152045920216050</id><published>2010-03-16T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:56:03.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EJAYCRUZ is back!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! Missed me?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am totally back here in blogworld. Hahahaha! Woooho!&lt;br /&gt;I update later.. Lol! Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2vajo6x.jpg" style="padding-right: 5px;" align="right" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417934022508625958-5155152045920216050?l=ejaycruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/feeds/5155152045920216050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3417934022508625958&amp;postID=5155152045920216050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/5155152045920216050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417934022508625958/posts/default/5155152045920216050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ejaycruz.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-my-little-kawaii-world.html' title='EJAYCRUZ is back!'/><author><name>ejaycruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141046748697169016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DJ9H8P3sqA/S-JlLodna9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ya5_-nSjvrM/S220/ejayakosinabi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2vajo6x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
