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Again, I blame work and the ambitious me for neglecting this secret nooky-nook.  I wish I have the discipline to write even just a hundred words a day for this blog.  I know I love writing.  I don't understand why sometimes, I hesitate to start releasing the thoughts that percolate inside my mind.  Reflection frightens me sometimes.Weeks ago</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/931232783144938637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=931232783144938637" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/931232783144938637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/931232783144938637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2009/06/unbearable-lightness-of-being-alone.html" title="The Unbearable Lightness of Being Alone" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UBRH06fyp7ImA9WxVSGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-1841826429652961068</id><published>2009-01-12T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:54:15.317+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-13T20:54:15.317+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv" /><title>Kate Winslet's Double Globe Win</title><summary>Kate bagged the Best Actress Award for Revolutionary Road and the Best Supporting Actress Award for The Reader.  She must be feeling like the "queen of the world"!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/1841826429652961068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=1841826429652961068" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/1841826429652961068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/1841826429652961068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2009/01/kate-winslets-double-globe-win.html" title="Kate Winslet's Double Globe Win" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8FQ30yeSp7ImA9WxVSF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-7578034041997804023</id><published>2009-01-12T11:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:00:12.391+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-12T12:00:12.391+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv" /><title>Gaga over Gossip Girl</title><summary>I cannot exactly recall how I became a Gossip Girl (GG) fan.  But what I do remember is that it took me a few days (and nights) to watch all the Seasons 1 and 2 episodes available online.  It was a point of no return.  Now, I join the legions of fans in waiting for the latest episode.  Who is Lily and Rufu's son?  For a split-second, I thought, could it be Chuck Bass?  That would really make GG </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7578034041997804023/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=7578034041997804023" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7578034041997804023?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7578034041997804023?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2009/01/gaga-over-gossip-girl.html" title="Gaga over Gossip Girl" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeC101R8_ZA/SWq3-oRk7xI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BKab1GiV6h4/s72-c/293.gossip.girl.nymag2.042108.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CSHo7fSp7ImA9WxVSF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-7009558697150563398</id><published>2009-01-12T10:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:46:09.405+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-12T11:46:09.405+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="one-liners" /><title>Lucky 2009</title><summary>I like new beginnings.  I like the opportunity to start anew, afresh, as if everything is possible.  Here's to 2009 and may it usher happiness, health, love and peace.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7009558697150563398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=7009558697150563398" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7009558697150563398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7009558697150563398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucky-2009.html" title="Lucky 2009" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeC101R8_ZA/SWqvVLAf75I/AAAAAAAAAIc/kAEXxLiPIOk/s72-c/happy+new+year.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcGQnc4eip7ImA9WxRaE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-3060357998702978051</id><published>2008-12-15T22:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:40:23.932+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-15T22:40:23.932+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="one-liners" /><title>Christmas Wish</title><summary>Guy:  What gift would you like for Christmas?Girl:  A soulmate.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/3060357998702978051/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=3060357998702978051" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/3060357998702978051?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/3060357998702978051?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wish.html" title="Christmas Wish" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeC101R8_ZA/SUZr68y-GhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fOKVNRbFFd8/s72-c/santa-749475.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYHSHkzeyp7ImA9WxRUF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-657537788741452331</id><published>2008-11-27T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:38:59.783+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-27T21:38:59.783+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="one-liners" /><title>Search for the Hero by M People</title><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/657537788741452331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=657537788741452331" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/657537788741452331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/657537788741452331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/11/search-for-hero-by-m-people.html" title="Search for the Hero by M People" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0INSXY4eip7ImA9WxRbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-3749851467502111593</id><published>2008-11-15T23:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:53:18.832+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-01T21:53:18.832+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thinking Allowed" /><title>Malcolm is Back</title><summary>I just learned from Jason that one of my favorite authors, Malcolm Gladwell has released a new book--Outliers.I wish I didn't learn about it now because it's nearly midnight and it's a long wait til the bookstore opens tomorrow at 10AM.Agony.Isn't it enough that my whole day was spent pondering on this thing called transparency and its sister, integrity? Isn't it enough that I had fertilizer (</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/3749851467502111593/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=3749851467502111593" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/3749851467502111593?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/3749851467502111593?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/11/malcolm-is-back.html" title="Malcolm is Back" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAFSXw5eSp7ImA9WxRVEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-1366635692674265316</id><published>2008-11-10T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:11:58.221+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-10T01:11:58.221+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="one-liners" /><title>Why FALLING in love is no joke</title><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/1366635692674265316/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=1366635692674265316" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/1366635692674265316?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/1366635692674265316?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-they-say-falling-in-love.html" title="Why FALLING in love is no joke" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeC101R8_ZA/SRcY62WgDtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZVUMJB2KqJU/s72-c/ilu+play.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMR30ycSp7ImA9WxRWGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-7024427291285398558</id><published>2008-11-05T21:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:31:26.399+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-05T23:31:26.399+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="US Politics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kenya" /><title>Lessons from the US Elections</title><summary>Yes.  They.  Did.  Barack Obama's story ended in decisive victory.According to the Wall Street Journal's editorial (which went to press before the counting is over):A man of mixed race has now reached the pinnacle of U.S. power only two generations since the end of Jim Crow. This is a tribute to American opportunity, and it is something that has never happened in another Western democracy -- </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7024427291285398558/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=7024427291285398558" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7024427291285398558?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7024427291285398558?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/11/lessons-from-us-elections.html" title="Lessons from the US Elections" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/3003116934_73e7215e22_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UASH09fip7ImA9WxRWGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-7626408494019041862</id><published>2008-11-04T23:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:14:09.366+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-05T00:14:09.366+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="US Politics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obama" /><title>How will the story end for Obama?</title><summary>From the Huffington Post:Obama:  "It will be fun to see how the story ends"Via Newsweek, Barack Obama chatted with reporters on his plane last night en route to Chicago:    Obama: You guys have been gracious, outstanding, reasonably easy for our crack team here and you know whatever happens tomorrow it's extraordinary you guys have shared this process with us and I just want to say thank you and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7626408494019041862/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=7626408494019041862" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7626408494019041862?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7626408494019041862?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-will-story-end-for-obama.html" title="How will the story end for Obama?" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/3002293849_578efdd266_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcGSH05fSp7ImA9WxRWGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-8283451795057410974</id><published>2008-11-03T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:37:09.325+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-04T23:37:09.325+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="favorites" /><title>Sesto's Picks:  Online Resources</title><summary>Inspired by this site, here is my list of favorite internet resources and web applications.  Slideshare is the youtube of presentations!  It contains a collection of presentations on a wide array of topics from blogging to leadership to science.  It is user-friendly and allows users to post comments and notes on the entire presentation or on specific slides. Basecamp takes a novel approach to </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/8283451795057410974/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=8283451795057410974" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/8283451795057410974?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/8283451795057410974?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/sestos-picks-online-resources.html" title="Sesto's Picks:  Online Resources" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2980550325_1b81747a0c_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcMSXo9eyp7ImA9WxRWEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-4488087823322613518</id><published>2008-10-28T19:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:14:48.463+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-28T20:14:48.463+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="private time" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Manila" /><title>Rainy Tuesday</title><summary> It's a rainy Tuesday so I'm posting a photo taken during a trip to Roxas Boulevard with my friend M and her True Love (TL).  Months ago, TL was visiting from a far away Pacific Island.  For M, TL cannot leave without seeing the sunset sans rival at Manila Bay.   It was one windy afternoon and surprisingly, the stench from the bay did not bother me much.As I took this photo, I remembered a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4488087823322613518/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=4488087823322613518" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/4488087823322613518?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/4488087823322613518?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainy-tuesday.html" title="Rainy Tuesday" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3245/2980440473_8ce18e29ca_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04CQXY4fSp7ImA9WxRWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-7084321766106811193</id><published>2008-10-28T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:46:00.835+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-28T00:46:00.835+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="private time" /><title>Happy Diwali</title><summary>Photo borrowed from this site.Deepawali or Diwali is a five-day festival that represents the start of the Hindu New Year. It is  the most popular of the festivals from South Asia and a significant festival in Hinduism, Sikhism, Buddhism and Jainism."Deepawali" literally means "row of lamps".  Diwali is celebrated worldwide as the "Festival of Lights" for all the fireworks, small clay lamps, and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7084321766106811193/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=7084321766106811193" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7084321766106811193?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7084321766106811193?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-diwali.html" title="Happy Diwali" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2978773698_17e7fa6d5b_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UAQXg7eyp7ImA9WxRXGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-5686672650898562146</id><published>2008-10-25T18:10:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:34:00.603+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-26T13:34:00.603+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Africa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kenya" /><title>First Time in Kenya</title><summary>Yellow Acacia trees outside NairobiSafari beckoned and I heeded the call.  It was my first visit to Kenya and to the African continent and I intended to make it as memorable as possible.  I knew there would be great discoveries along the way but what I was not prepared for were the little amazing moments.After a 20-hour travel from Manila, I arrived at the Jomo Kenyatta International Airport at </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/5686672650898562146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=5686672650898562146" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/5686672650898562146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/5686672650898562146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-time-in-kenya.html" title="First Time in Kenya" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/2971732612_58b80eefa3_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUFQ348fyp7ImA9WxRXGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-825580658938260028</id><published>2008-10-15T20:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:16:52.077+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-25T17:16:52.077+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="private time" /><title>Letter to the Seamstress</title><summary>Dear Seamstress,I don't know how to pick up the pieces after our last conversation.  I came to you because I was in dire need (read my lips:  in 12 hours) of a CONSERVATIVE dress for CHURCH.  I granted you full liberty to design the dress after your own definition of conservative never mind if I was a walking tent which the wind will knock down any moment.I told you I am not really crazy over </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/825580658938260028/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=825580658938260028" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/825580658938260028?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/825580658938260028?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter-to-seamstress.html" title="Letter to the Seamstress" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2944906207_e6ec6b2884_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQBR3s8eyp7ImA9WxRQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-5430387225459632116</id><published>2008-10-13T22:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:32:36.573+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T22:32:36.573+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="one-liners" /><title>A 10-Year Old's Observation</title><summary>Mother to her 10-year old daughter:  Did you hear mass today?Daughter:  Yes Ma.  It was very loud.Kids don't lie, mind you.  I wonder which part was loud:  the singing, the priest's voice or the kids running about inside the church?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/5430387225459632116/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=5430387225459632116" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/5430387225459632116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/5430387225459632116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-year-olds-observation.html" title="A 10-Year Old's Observation" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DRXYzeyp7ImA9WxRQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-4302569859878938832</id><published>2008-10-13T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:26:14.883+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T22:26:14.883+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="one-liners" /><title>Yellow-Eyed Beauty</title><summary>At work, my colleague came to me and whispered, “Why are your eyes yellow?”  I blinked and batted my eyelashes for a thousand times (enough, I hope for my pupils to change color).  “They’re actually blue on cold days and yellow on warm days,” I replied.   She shot back, “Oh. Is it because you are mestiza?”  WHAT. THE--  Is she for real?  I've been called "brown-eyed beauty" before.  But mestiza?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4302569859878938832/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=4302569859878938832" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/4302569859878938832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/4302569859878938832?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/yellow-eyed-beauty.html" title="Yellow-Eyed Beauty" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHRXoyfyp7ImA9WxRQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-1241732734038490691</id><published>2008-10-07T08:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:45:34.497+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T22:45:34.497+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="US" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travels" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="globalization" /><title>Glimpse of a Flat World</title><summary>View of the San Diego skyline from the USS Ronald Reagan docked on Coronado IslandI visited California early this year for the first time.  As part of a 6-week program, I stayed in an apartment along a palm-lined street in La Joya, San Diego.    There is nothing like standing in someone else’s porch to gain a different perspective on the differences that lie on the other side of the fence.  I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/1241732734038490691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=1241732734038490691" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/1241732734038490691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/1241732734038490691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-visited-california-early-this-year.html" title="Glimpse of a Flat World" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2920416382_a0cf2e0646_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQMRn8_cCp7ImA9WxRRGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-7053836895128127806</id><published>2008-10-02T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:03:07.148+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-03T00:03:07.148+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><title>'Be a catalyst, write blogs'</title><summary>Ana Valmero wrote:Blog technology and good English are assets Filipinos can use to unite words into stories and demand change. I believe it is high time most Filipino blogs move beyond being online diaries. Wear a different lens to discover blogging in a new perspective: a platform to contribute to positive change. Type a satire, a fictional story or a funny anecdote of social issues relevant to </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7053836895128127806/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=7053836895128127806" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7053836895128127806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/7053836895128127806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/be-catalyst-write-blogs.html" title="'Be a catalyst, write blogs'" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEAQHw5fyp7ImA9WxRRGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-8747393934990545449</id><published>2008-10-02T21:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:07:21.227+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-03T00:07:21.227+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><title>Why the Montenegrins  are Grinning</title><summary>Independence has its blessings.  For the citizens of the 2-year old country of Montenegro, freedom ushered another reason to smile: its new Internet country code top-level domain--.me (dot me).In 3 June 2006, Serbia and Montenegro became 2 distinct states.  In 11 September 2007, the me  domain was awarded to Montenegro replacing .yu (dot yu).  Less than 2 weeks later, me became active.Huge </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/8747393934990545449/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=8747393934990545449" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/8747393934990545449?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/8747393934990545449?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-montenegrins-are-grinning.html" title="Why the Montenegrins  are Grinning" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIERHY6fSp7ImA9WxRTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-1290341971015234614</id><published>2008-09-04T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:35:05.815+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-04T18:35:05.815+08:00</app:edited><title>Dream on Death</title><summary>I am not one who peruses dreams and dissects them for meaning.  I  have always brushed them off thinking that they are simply necessary products of the mind to "rewind" itself after a long, tedious day.  I considered them meaningless, until recently when I had this disturbing dream:I am away from home.  I hear the news:  my 2 aunts just died.  I return home to help with the burial.  It was </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/1290341971015234614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=1290341971015234614" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/1290341971015234614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/1290341971015234614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream-on-death.html" title="Dream on Death" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YARXoyfip7ImA9WxRTFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-8377606414621056336</id><published>2008-09-03T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:59:04.496+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T14:59:04.496+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="GRP-MILF" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace process" /><title>Paradigm Shift:  The GRP-MILF Peace Process No More?</title><summary>PRESS STATEMENT  EXEC SEC. EDUARDO ERMITA  Presidential Spokesman  September 3, 2008  President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo has directed a new paradigm on the peace process by mandating that henceforth, peace negotiations shall be refocussed from one that is centered on dialogue with rebels to one of authentic dialogues with the communities and stakeholders who will formulate and determine, together </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/8377606414621056336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=8377606414621056336" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/8377606414621056336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/8377606414621056336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/09/paradigm-shift-grp-milf-peace-process.html" title="Paradigm Shift:  The GRP-MILF Peace Process No More?" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEHRXY9eSp7ImA9WxdaE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-228040072252404071</id><published>2008-08-21T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:37:14.861+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-22T00:37:14.861+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="los angeles" /><title>Priceless</title><summary>DESPERATE FIND. Tourists from India found it difficult to believe that before them is the house of Terry Hatcher's character in the Desperate Housewives series. REELY. Wisteria Lane inside the Universal Studios in Los Angeles has manicured lawns and hobbit-size hallow houses. Only in Hollywood! </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/228040072252404071/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=228040072252404071" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/228040072252404071?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/228040072252404071?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/08/priceless.html" title="Priceless" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/2784618230_a2afe3e321_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHQH0-cSp7ImA9WxZSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-5478182423179101583</id><published>2008-01-29T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:27:11.359+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-29T08:27:11.359+08:00</app:edited><title>Room with a view</title><summary> dreamin' in california: full moon over la jolla in breezy san diego</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/5478182423179101583/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=5478182423179101583" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/5478182423179101583?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/5478182423179101583?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2008/01/room-with-view.html" title="Room with a view" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2059/2226637429_5592039639_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMFRXg9eyp7ImA9WB9WGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12436010.post-3840033334505044144</id><published>2007-11-23T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T18:40:14.663+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-23T18:40:14.663+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes</title><summary>No questions asked: Inside a church in VeniceWhen you expect it the least, it hits you. Life is passing you by so fast, you have to shut your eyes to feel the ground.And then you ask, "Is this all there is to it?"But the ground does not shake, so you walk to the towering person in dark suit and ask, "So what makes you happy?" Ask as if you have not asked yourself the same question many times </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/feeds/3840033334505044144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12436010&amp;postID=3840033334505044144" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/3840033334505044144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12436010/posts/default/3840033334505044144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://percolation2005.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-series-of-hellos-and-goodbyes.html" title="Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes" /><author><name>sesto callende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11240980492648758539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/2056304627_89eb7948f8_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>

