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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607059</id><updated>2007-10-20T09:28:26.661+08:00</updated><title type="text">blogbon</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><author><name>Pei Fang</name></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/WUKP" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607059.post-114424936920070001</id><published>2006-04-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:03:47.236+08:00</updated><title type="text">Thanksgiving by JOYCE KILMER</title><summary type="text">
The roar of the world is in my ears.
Thank God for the roar of the world!
Thank God for the mighty tide of fears
Against me always hurled!

Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife,
And the sting of His chastening rod!
Thank God for the stress and the pain of life,
And Oh, thank God for God! </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanksgiving-by-joyce-kilmer.html" title="Thanksgiving &lt;br/&gt;by JOYCE KILMER" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607059&amp;postID=114424936920070001" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/114424936920070001/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/114424936920070001" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607059/posts/default/114424936920070001" /><author><name>Pei Fang</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607059.post-114415806511326174</id><published>2006-04-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:41:05.126+08:00</updated><title type="text">Eldorado  by EDGAR ALLAN POE</title><summary type="text">
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/2006/04/eldorado-by-edgar-allan-poe.html" title="Eldorado &lt;br/&gt; by EDGAR ALLAN POE" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607059&amp;postID=114415806511326174" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/114415806511326174/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/114415806511326174" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607059/posts/default/114415806511326174" /><author><name>Pei Fang</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607059.post-114408493478388190</id><published>2006-04-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T01:22:15.306+08:00</updated><title type="text">The Road Not Taken by ROBERT FROST</title><summary type="text">
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/2006/04/road-not-taken-by-robert-frost.html" title="The Road Not Taken &lt;br/&gt;by ROBERT FROST" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607059&amp;postID=114408493478388190" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/114408493478388190/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/114408493478388190" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607059/posts/default/114408493478388190" /><author><name>Pei Fang</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607059.post-114388729287717552</id><published>2006-04-01T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T18:37:43.290+08:00</updated><title type="text">A Noiseless Patient Spider  by WALT WHITMAN</title><summary type="text">A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/2006/04/noiseless-patient-spider-by-walt.html" title="A Noiseless Patient Spider &lt;br/&gt; by WALT WHITMAN" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607059&amp;postID=114388729287717552" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/114388729287717552/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/114388729287717552" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607059/posts/default/114388729287717552" /><author><name>Pei Fang</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607059.post-114369345167058708</id><published>2006-03-30T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T11:15:28.220+08:00</updated><title type="text">Jolo bombing</title><summary type="text">Statement of the Mindanao PeaceWeavers:

A call for an impartial probe on Marines’ hand in killings, bombings in Sulu

On March 27, 2006, a bomb explosion wrecked the church-organized Sulu Consumers Cooperative Building now owned by teachers, employees, and communities in the province.

Reports reaching the Mindanao PeaceWeavers confirmed five fatalities and 15 others wounded, though some </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/2006/03/jolo-bombing.html" title="Jolo bombing" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607059&amp;postID=114369345167058708" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/114369345167058708/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/114369345167058708" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607059/posts/default/114369345167058708" /><author><name>Pei Fang</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607059.post-113345268470507765</id><published>2005-12-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:11:12.293+08:00</updated><title type="text">Thailand pix</title><summary type="text">


</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/2005/12/thailand-pix.html" title="Thailand pix" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607059&amp;postID=113345268470507765" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113345268470507765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/113345268470507765" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607059/posts/default/113345268470507765" /><author><name>Pei Fang</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607059.post-110550077716435622</id><published>2005-01-12T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:12:06.500+08:00</updated><title type="text">House Blues</title><summary type="text">Rodolfo Vicerra was one of the few speakers at an international conference on ICT held in Makati without a Powerpoint presentation. The director-general of the Congressional Planning and Budget Office at the Philippines' House of Representatives was unapologetic. It was, he said, a good way of illustrating the state of legislative services in the Philippines ICT-wise: little progress.

Sure, the </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/2005/01/house-blues.html" title="House Blues" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607059&amp;postID=110550077716435622" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/110550077716435622/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/110550077716435622" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607059/posts/default/110550077716435622" /><author><name>Pei Fang</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607059.post-110482744772240540</id><published>2005-01-04T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:04:48.133+08:00</updated><title type="text">Tsunami whammy</title><summary type="text">My daughter lost a friend to the tsunamis that  struck Phuket, Thailand. Her friend's family was on board a van leaving the  resort when the waves engulfed them. Her dad was also among the   casualties.Their cremated bodies have been brought  home. The grief of family and friends is indescribable.</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/2005/01/tsunami-whammy.html" title="Tsunami whammy" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607059&amp;postID=110482744772240540" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/110482744772240540/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogbon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/110482744772240540" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607059/posts/default/110482744772240540" /><author><name>Pei Fang</name></author></entry></feed>
