<?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-7981562</id><updated>2011-07-15T05:27:41.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CVM Fraternity and Sorority</title><subtitle type='html'>An exclusive organization among UP Mindanao Pioneers who shared their entire college years together and lived together overcoming all obstacles, hardships and problems a teenager and a college student usually faces in an unusual University and unusual situation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-111884962716964886</id><published>2005-06-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:33:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olga's message</title><summary type='text'>hi evryone! karon p ko usab nkachek diri since ..... bsta dugay na. gkapoy man gud ko ky sa una puros lg ben comics ang sulod. hehe..hi nek!

neway, nog, unsa na jd imo numbr??? mine is 09192654330. hoi, asa nman imo ingon na pic ni zoe?? ipost na dri bi para d mi pirmi mabitin sa imo stories na cute na xa,etc. :)

hapit na mi grad. tentative sked s april 21. balik nami davao sa may.unta mkauli </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/111884962716964886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=111884962716964886' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/111884962716964886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/111884962716964886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2005/06/olgas-message.html' title='Olga&apos;s message'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-111647722256204055</id><published>2005-05-19T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T12:33:42.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>No one falls in love by choice, it is byCHANCE.No one stays in love by chance, it is byWORK.And no one falls out of love by chance, itis byCHOICE..To my friends who are NOT SINGLE:Love isn't about becoming somebodyelse's "perfect person". It's about findingsomeonewho helps you become the best personyou canbe.To my friends who are SINGLE:Love is like a butterfly. The more youchase it, themore it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/111647722256204055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=111647722256204055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/111647722256204055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/111647722256204055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2005/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-110238681043634995</id><published>2004-12-07T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T10:33:30.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National United Methodist Youth Fellowship</title><summary type='text'>National United Methodist Youth Fellowship</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/110238681043634995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=110238681043634995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/110238681043634995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/110238681043634995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2004/12/national-united-methodist-youth.html' title='National United Methodist Youth Fellowship'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-110204595680997335</id><published>2004-12-03T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:52:36.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><summary type='text'>He stood undecidedly before the glass  window,  surveying the various food-flavored lotions and shower gels, shifting his  weight from one  foot to the other. He had always hated shopping. But he  had to. He knew  Natalie would kill him (and probably glory in it) if he ever  went to her  without a gift. She actually sent him off on this errand  specifically. 
"Go na, hon, and buy a gift."
She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/110204595680997335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=110204595680997335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/110204595680997335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/110204595680997335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2004/12/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-110204455232822369</id><published>2004-12-03T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:29:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not...</title><summary type='text'>A cockroach will live nine days without its head, before it starves to death.  
A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out. 
A pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes. 
A snail can sleep for three years. 
All Polar bears are left-handed. 
American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first-class. 
Americans on average eat 18 acres of pizza every  day. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/110204455232822369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=110204455232822369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/110204455232822369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/110204455232822369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2004/12/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe it or not...'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-110204501899861213</id><published>2004-11-11T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:36:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story About Two People</title><summary type='text'>A girl and guy were
speeding over
100 mph on
the road...


Girl: Slow down. Im scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off &amp; put
it on
yourself? Its bugging me.



(In the paper the next day):

A motorcycle had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/110204501899861213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=110204501899861213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/110204501899861213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/110204501899861213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2004/11/story-about-two-people.html' title='A Story About Two People'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-109274886152430896</id><published>2004-08-18T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:33:25.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you an 80s kid?</title><summary type='text'>1.) You have scars on your knees and elbows
2.) You owned a bike
3.) You had a barkada around your neighborhood (all of you had bikes)
4.) You loved climbing on your house's roof (and your neighbor's roof as well)
5.) You went inside an abandoned house in your neighborhood just to see what it looks like inside (ghost hunting)
6.) You ate all the aratilis in your neighborhood
7.) You plucked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/109274886152430896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=109274886152430896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109274886152430896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109274886152430896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2004/08/are-you-80s-kid.html' title='Are you an 80s kid?'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-109275325877111209</id><published>2004-08-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:34:18.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends</title><summary type='text'>JUST FRIENDS ? By Susan Nikaido

If my sources are correct, the following scenario isplayed out frequently among the world of Christiansingles. It happens on both sides of the gender line,but allow me to talk about it from my own femaleperspective.A man meets a woman and begins to show interest inher. He asks her to spend time with him on a regularbasis : hiking, biking, watching videos. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/109275325877111209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=109275325877111209' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109275325877111209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109275325877111209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-friends.html' title='Just Friends'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-109274895214553482</id><published>2004-08-17T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:22:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noong in love ka pa</title><summary type='text'>NOONG IN-LOVE KA PA
Ang sarap ng in-love.  Sa unang beses niyo mag-date tapos naramdaman niyo ang sinasabi nilang "spark" nako, magkaharap pa kayo naiisip mo na ang bukas Para matawagan mo na siya at maayang makipag-date ulit, pero sa susunod kayong dalawa na lang.  Hindi ka mapakali pag wala siya sa tabi mo o hindi mo siya nakakausap sa isang araw, sigurado at sigurado tatawagan mo siya sa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/109274895214553482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=109274895214553482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109274895214553482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109274895214553482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2004/08/noong-in-love-ka-pa.html' title='Noong in love ka pa'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-109274764266541675</id><published>2004-02-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:52:59.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noong in love ka pa...</title><summary type='text'>break up lines...
Ano yung mga break up lines na nagamit na sa inyo? Share ko lang ang mga break lines ng iba....meron pa kayong mas grabe pa???
?
"I just realized that I don't want to be touched."
-- Whaddafuckisdat?! 
"I'm confused and I need some time out to find myself!!!"
-- Eto flashlight, go look for yourself! 
"maybe this is not the right time for us."
--anak ng tipaklong! di na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/109274764266541675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=109274764266541675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109274764266541675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109274764266541675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2004/02/noong-in-love-ka-pa.html' title='Noong in love ka pa...'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-109275362483082833</id><published>2002-12-26T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:40:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please don't drink and drive, someone cares about you!! ........the true meaning of christmas and all year around...

This has gone around before, but it is well worth sharingagain. Please read,, this hits very close to home
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to thesupermarket to buy the remaining of the gifts I didn'tmanage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/109275362483082833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=109275362483082833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109275362483082833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109275362483082833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2002/12/please-dont-drink-and-drive-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-109274965076512603</id><published>2002-06-25T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:47:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platonic daw</title><summary type='text'>Dati mo na syang kakilala. Lumalabas kayo pero hindi date yun ha. Wala lang. kain lang sa labas, kwentuhan lang. Walang katapusang kakatext. Namumulubi ka na nga kasi magka-iba ang provider nyo. Naiirita ka kung ang tagal ng reply nya, kaya kahit alam mong wala ka pang pambili ng load tatawagan mo sya. Napipikon ka na sa provider mo kaya para masaya,nagpa-sim swap ka. Pag malungkot ka, bad trip, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/109274965076512603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=109274965076512603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109274965076512603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109274965076512603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2002/06/platonic-daw.html' title='Platonic daw'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-109275387321708222</id><published>2001-04-03T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:44:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRUE STORY....
 AFTER A FEW OF THE USUAL SUNDAY EVENING HYMNS, THE CHURCH'S PASTOR SLOWLY STOOD UP, WALKED OVER TO THE PULPIT AND, BEFORE HE GAVE HIS SERMON FOR THE EVENING, BRIEFLY INTRODUCED A GUEST MINISTER WHO WAS IN THE SERVICE THAT EVENING.
 IN THE INTRODUCTION, THE PASTOR TOLD THE CONGREGATION THAT THE GUEST MINISTER WAS ONE OF HIS DEAREST CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THAT HE WANTED HIM TO HAVE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/109275387321708222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=109275387321708222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109275387321708222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109275387321708222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2001/04/true-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981562.post-109275307527842679</id><published>2001-02-15T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:49:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fairy Tale</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time,There lived a king. The King had abeautiful daughter, the Princess.
But the kingdom was a sad place.There was no laughter, and no joy.The problem was, that everything the Princess touched would melt.No matter what, metal, wood, plastic .. .. anything she touched would melt!!
Because of this, men were afraid of her.Nobody would dare marry her.The king despaired.What could he do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/feeds/109275307527842679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981562&amp;postID=109275307527842679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109275307527842679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981562/posts/default/109275307527842679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cvmfratnsor.blogspot.com/2001/02/fairy-tale.html' title='The Fairy Tale'/><author><name>Obispo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01954798701031375250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.gbgm-umc.org/minpac/img2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
