<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34143575</id><updated>2009-02-21T15:41:43.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sultry</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life.
My Story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451435885417007969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34143575.post-8512426457113105630</id><published>2006-11-25T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:32:24.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My pictures!!! Its cool!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-22.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-22.slide.com&amp;channel=216172782114573346&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=216172782114573346&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;amp;tt=20&amp;at=0&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-22.slide.com/p1/216172782114573346/bl_t020_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=216172782114573346&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;amp;tt=20&amp;at=0&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-22.slide.com/p2/216172782114573346/bl_t020_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34143575-8512426457113105630?l=sultry-cry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/feeds/8512426457113105630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34143575&amp;postID=8512426457113105630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/8512426457113105630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/8512426457113105630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='My pictures!!! Its cool!!!'/><author><name>cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451435885417007969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13040020748349514889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34143575.post-998912360968657064</id><published>2006-11-22T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T14:46:25.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Excited! So Excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, 9:30 in the morning, November 20, 2006, me and my friend Jack went to the &lt;a href="http://www.doj.gov.ph/"&gt;Department of Justice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doj.gov.ph/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to personally talk with &lt;a href="http://www.doj.gov.ph/"&gt;Secretary Raul Gonzalez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.departmentofjustice.gov.ph/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;about our on-job-training (OJT) in his office since we set an appointment with him through his son, &lt;a href="http://www.congress.gov.ph/members/search.php?id=gonzalez-rjr"&gt;Congressman Raul T. Gonzales, Jr.&lt;/a&gt;, who happens to be the congressman in Lone District, Iloilo City.&lt;br /&gt;We were welcomed warmly by &lt;a href="http://www.doj.gov.ph/"&gt;Sec. Gonzalez&lt;/a&gt;'s staffs. After the long wait, we were accomodated by the Secretary inside his vast private office. We talked about our OJT and he personally told us that we can have it in the &lt;a href="http://www.doj.gov.ph/about_staff.html"&gt;Office of the Secretary (OSEC)&lt;/a&gt;. Ma'am Jenny, Secretary's beautiful assistant, assisted us in filling up the conformity form which should be submitted to the coordinator of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universidad_de_Manila#College_of_Accountancy_and_Public_Administration"&gt;College of Public Administration&lt;/a&gt; of our school, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universidad_de_Manila"&gt;Universidad de Manila&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, we are instructed to start as soon as possible. Next week, we will start working with the &lt;a href="http://www.doj.gov.ph/"&gt;Department of Justice.&lt;/a&gt; We pray that we would get a good performance feedback from them.&lt;br /&gt;God leads us!!! =)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34143575-998912360968657064?l=sultry-cry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/feeds/998912360968657064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34143575&amp;postID=998912360968657064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/998912360968657064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/998912360968657064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-excited-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m Excited! So Excited!'/><author><name>cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451435885417007969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13040020748349514889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34143575.post-2850581135524607600</id><published>2006-11-17T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:26:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN 100 DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina:&lt;br /&gt;Im so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter:&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(both sigh in silence for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina:&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a good idea. Let us play a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter:&lt;br /&gt;Eh? What game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina:&lt;br /&gt;Err.. It's quite simple. You will be my boyfriend for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 days&lt;/span&gt;, and i'll be your girlfriend for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 days&lt;/span&gt;, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter:&lt;br /&gt;Okay!!! Anyway I don't have any plan for the next few months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina:&lt;br /&gt;You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up! Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter:&lt;br /&gt;What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theatre now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina:&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i don't have any better idea than this. Let's move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(went to watch a movie and Peter sent Tina home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They went shopping together for a friend's birthday present. Share an ice cream together and hugged each other for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they sat on the grass while gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spend time at a theme park and go onto rollercoasters, ate hotdogs and cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone elses hand instead of Peter's hand by accident. They laughed together for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show. Went around to see other entertainments around after the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Treasure every moment from now on"&lt;/span&gt; and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to have a simple day. They agreed to walk around the city. They sit down on a bench,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:23pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina:&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirsty. Let's rest for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter:&lt;br /&gt;Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina:&lt;br /&gt;Uhhmm... A mango juice will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:43pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tina is still waiting for 20 minutes and Peter haven't return yet. Then someone walked up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger:&lt;br /&gt;Is your name Tina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina:&lt;br /&gt;Yes. may i help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger:&lt;br /&gt;Just now down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think he is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and saw Peter lying on the street with blood over his face and her mango juice still in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came out and he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:51 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but we did the best we could&lt;br /&gt;He is still breathing now but God would take him away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. He looks weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. Here is what the letter said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realized that you are really a cute girl and blamed myself for never taken the time to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. I have nothing much to ask for but i just wished that we can extend the day, I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Tina, I love you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:58pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tina:&lt;br /&gt;(sobbing) Peter, Did you know what was the wish i made on the night there was a meteor?&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to let us last forever. We were supposed to last for 100 days so Peter! You can't leave me!!! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter! I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped beating. It was 100 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the heaven;&lt;br /&gt;a time to weep, a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34143575-2850581135524607600?l=sultry-cry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2850581135524607600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34143575&amp;postID=2850581135524607600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/2850581135524607600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/2850581135524607600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-100-days.html' title='IN 100 DAYS'/><author><name>cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451435885417007969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13040020748349514889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34143575.post-8521434251211792993</id><published>2006-11-16T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:18:16.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haay! Im back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Its been a long while since i first opened my blog account.&lt;br /&gt;I've become very busy lately. "busy-busyhan"... Kaloka naman kasi ang pagaaral noh!!! As in LOKA!!! Minsan i see myself counting my hair nah sa iniiis! Iyak-tawa  na ako sa thesis ko last time only to find out na hindi pala namin ide-defend yun! Kasar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa ba mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloopers&lt;/span&gt; sa aking buhay lately? Hmm... Ahh! Puro problema ayoko nun!!! Gusto ko yung masaya lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. Na-experience mo na bang iapproach ang isang tao supposing something you thought she was? Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"uhmm.. You look familiar!!! Sis ka ni Julius noh??!"&lt;/span&gt; (mega smile pa ako nun hanggang batok huh!!!) then i suddenly turned pale when she smiled back and replied &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ma'am hindi po.."&lt;/span&gt; Arrrghh!!! Kazar ulit!!! Ok lang sana kung yun na yung first and last encounter namen pero hindi eh! HINDEEE!!! Pano ba naman isa lang naman sya sa mga naggagandahang teller sa bank where i opened an account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naranasan mo na din ba mag-enrol and at the last step of your enrolment you'll notice na hindi mo dala yung kailang ng registrar?!! Na tipong pitong bundok pa ang inakyat-baba mo makapunta lang sa school at para bumalik na lang ulit kinabukasan para sa last step ng dahil ang sa (as i must say) katangahan ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISANG MALAKI AT MAHABANG....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY NAAKKKKKKKKUUUU!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34143575-8521434251211792993?l=sultry-cry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/feeds/8521434251211792993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34143575&amp;postID=8521434251211792993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/8521434251211792993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/8521434251211792993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/2006/11/haay-im-back.html' title='Haay! Im back!!!'/><author><name>cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451435885417007969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13040020748349514889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34143575.post-115813954420871845</id><published>2006-09-13T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:07:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nakakaantok na nakakainis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even disappointed yesterday knowing that the seminar in NYC wasnt really for free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, what is 'free' nowadays???!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung sa bagay it was our (me and JAckie) fault, we THOUGHT that it is an "all-expense-paid" seminar... Hay naku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa akong enough time para pagandahin si blog ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this weekend hopefully maharap ko na si computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34143575-115813954420871845?l=sultry-cry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/feeds/115813954420871845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34143575&amp;postID=115813954420871845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/115813954420871845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/115813954420871845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/2006/09/nakakaantok-na-nakakainis-i-was-even.html' title=''/><author><name>cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451435885417007969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13040020748349514889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34143575.post-115787335660883524</id><published>2006-09-10T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:05:56.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogging101.com/graphics/blogging-101.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.blogging101.com/graphics/blogging-101.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kalipiblog.blogspot.com"&gt;Kalipi&lt;/a&gt; to hold writing and blogging seminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 10, 2006, Sta. Mesa, Manila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34143575-115787335660883524?l=sultry-cry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/feeds/115787335660883524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34143575&amp;postID=115787335660883524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/115787335660883524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34143575/posts/default/115787335660883524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sultry-cry.blogspot.com/2006/09/kalipi-to-hold-writing-and-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451435885417007969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13040020748349514889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>