<?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-5707980514192798110</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:01:16.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I think, let me just tell ya.</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a simple girl, hoping for happiness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-DaSpazULuv-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00382924772075589445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpxO00-IXAw/SjlrmWWr63I/AAAAAAAAADY/NTQOLSrsZSE/S220/new+hair.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707980514192798110.post-132878200329689019</id><published>2011-04-04T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T07:31:52.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just happens..</title><content type='html'>I made a Promise last night. A promise to some people who I care for incredibly. It was a promise to try his lasagna (if that's how you spell it), a promise to always be there for comfort, and a promise to never forget what they mean to me. I guess I don't understand how feelings that mean everything, can be forgotten the next day... as if they were never there. I've done certain things in the last 7 months I wish I hadn't, but also, i've done many things and made decisions that will forever make me happy. Being with him was an amazing moment in time i will cherish forever. He means the world to mean, and he forever will. Life isn't fair sometimes. People change, feelings go away, and obstacles come that you weren't ready for... I know what missing someone feels like. When someone means that much to you, you need to let them do what makes them happy... I promised i'd be happy if he was and that is 100% honest. I will always be here and those promises will not be broken. I guess for now, it's not the right time... My heart disagrees. For now, I will cherish the moment and smile because we had our time, not cry because it's over.. I love you -forever and ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707980514192798110-132878200329689019?l=maloryjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/132878200329689019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5707980514192798110&amp;postID=132878200329689019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/132878200329689019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/132878200329689019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-just-happens.html' title='It just happens..'/><author><name>-DaSpazULuv-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00382924772075589445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpxO00-IXAw/SjlrmWWr63I/AAAAAAAAADY/NTQOLSrsZSE/S220/new+hair.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707980514192798110.post-5850767742678919374</id><published>2011-04-04T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T07:20:04.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nolan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVEgjpIA5To/TZnTg1utrSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kHFkBEUlvXQ/s1600/malnchance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591732973489466658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVEgjpIA5To/TZnTg1utrSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kHFkBEUlvXQ/s200/malnchance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him. I love him so much. forever and ever. It's really that simple :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707980514192798110-5850767742678919374?l=maloryjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5850767742678919374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5707980514192798110&amp;postID=5850767742678919374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/5850767742678919374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/5850767742678919374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/nolan.html' title='Nolan?'/><author><name>-DaSpazULuv-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00382924772075589445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpxO00-IXAw/SjlrmWWr63I/AAAAAAAAADY/NTQOLSrsZSE/S220/new+hair.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVEgjpIA5To/TZnTg1utrSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kHFkBEUlvXQ/s72-c/malnchance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707980514192798110.post-999275926009436509</id><published>2009-10-18T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:00:50.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>i know i haven't written in a while...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say.  There have been some fun things in my life.. and some not so fun things.  I feel very renewed, and i feel like i know what i want out of life now.  A little while ago i told you a quote, a quote that went  Some people are ment to be with you, but most are just passing by to teach you a lesson. I used to just look at it as a quote, but now i look at it like a reality. Some people aren't suppose to be in your life. I've had people in my life that i thought i couldn't live without, and they left. But guess what. I'm still alive.    Sometimes i can't help but feel scared.. I don't want someone i love to come along and leave.  Love? is it real, or just a myth?  I believe it is both. let me explain.  It is a myth. It's a myth because it can fool the mind set just like a magic trick.  You know it's a trick but inside, you want to have something to believe in.  This is called being alone.  It transforms a setting to which you have imagined and not what is right before your eyes. It is real.  It is real, but rare.  Now i'm not talking about the love you feel for a friend or the love that you have for family, but a connection you were waiting to find.  Being so comfortable with someone that you wouldn't know what to do without them. &lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is be careful.  Don't let the trick confuse you.  Just because a guy says he loves you... doesn't always mean anything.  It's the kind of love that matters.  It is something you will both feel.  Without the intation of a soul, you will not be able to carry out the future fate.  You will know, if there is any doubt, don't let the trick fool you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707980514192798110-999275926009436509?l=maloryjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/999275926009436509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5707980514192798110&amp;postID=999275926009436509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/999275926009436509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/999275926009436509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>-DaSpazULuv-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00382924772075589445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpxO00-IXAw/SjlrmWWr63I/AAAAAAAAADY/NTQOLSrsZSE/S220/new+hair.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707980514192798110.post-8360959395341187418</id><published>2008-09-07T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:06:15.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to a Conclusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;Well, Right now it is 2:50 AM, on a Saturday night. I'm having a sleepover with my friend gabie, but she fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;I had a few thoughts that i want to get out of me.&lt;br /&gt;•okay, so my book is still in progress and i hope you&lt;br /&gt;are looking forward to reading it.&lt;br /&gt;•Halloween has also been on my mind. I'm still not sure what i&lt;br /&gt;want to be, but i went to the mall today and saw the halloween store. That was fun. They have alot of cool costumes.&lt;br /&gt;•I've come up with a conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*Don't play hard to get!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-All it does is annoy the other person. I mean don't be desperate about being with a guy, but don't be wayyyyyy nieve.&lt;br /&gt;I've kind of...sort of...been crushing on this amazing guy...&lt;br /&gt;He's funny, fun, and we have so much in common...&lt;br /&gt;I finally ended up telling him that i like him...and it turns out that he likes me too!&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty happy. But also as that terrific story ends happily ever after, one of my other stories didn't end so well..&lt;br /&gt;This boy that i was kind of involved with... did something horrible... and it tore me to pieces. Right as i really start to like him...he decides to move on and get a girlfriend because he doesn't want to "WAIT, for my answer."&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess he just isn't ment to be with me. That's how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;My moto for this week goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe people are ment to stay in your life forever...maybe they just needed to pass by to teach you a lesson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love that quote, but i hate to think that it could be true. And for some buizzar reason the people you care about the most, are the ones that are just "passing by."&lt;br /&gt;That is when i start to ask myself "Who is here to stay, and who do i need to learn from to improve my life?"&lt;br /&gt;I think i know now, and i wish it wouldn't have taken so long...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least now i know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;•&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;School? It is very CrAzY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student council is so busy and there is so much we want to pack in to this school year. Me (being head of the Fundraising commity) is challenging also, because i'm so busy with Cheer, and Homework, and extra-curricular activities that i'm never able to just relax...&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm sooooo tired so i will talk to you later guys.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions or even some simple advice for me, then comment me. Thanks alot&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Malory Ann...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707980514192798110-8360959395341187418?l=maloryjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8360959395341187418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5707980514192798110&amp;postID=8360959395341187418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/8360959395341187418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/8360959395341187418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/09/coming-to-conclusion.html' title='Coming to a Conclusion.'/><author><name>-DaSpazULuv-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00382924772075589445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpxO00-IXAw/SjlrmWWr63I/AAAAAAAAADY/NTQOLSrsZSE/S220/new+hair.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707980514192798110.post-6872863099116912302</id><published>2008-05-31T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:07:52.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinkin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okaye.&lt;br /&gt;I have thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Many Random thoughts right now...&lt;br /&gt;but i'll just kind of tell you what's going on right now in my: CrAzY, ConFuSing, LoVeLy, FUn, ExcIting, TradgIc, SomeWhat Secretive,lOving, Random life.&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing alot of cheer lately. I became cheer captain a few days ago and I was scared at first but i'm getting the hang of it I think. I absolutely Love being with all of the girls and teaching the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•//&lt;/strong&gt; Something else I am doing this summer=I am taking classes online for highschool. My real goal in life is to become a brain surgeon and I really want to graduate Highschool early. How come?&lt;br /&gt;Well I want to have a fun and enjoyable life. I love school but passing it would be great. Especially since becoming a brain surgeon takes 13 years...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be in school for a while, but it something i want and I always go for my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•//&lt;/strong&gt; I've been busy with family...&lt;br /&gt;my mom thinks she's pregnant! I was soooooo happy to hear that! it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•//&lt;/strong&gt;Did I already tell you that I am writing a book? I went to the RHPO [Re Hypstical Publishing Office] yesterday and they looked at my book. They love it and said it wouldn't be long until it was in libraries! awesome huh? I'm way excited for next school year! I'm on student council and I'm way excited to get back with all of the social stats lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well that is about it..&lt;br /&gt;so I will talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;oh and keep checking back for new updates!&lt;br /&gt;Starting soon I'm going to have an advice blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707980514192798110-6872863099116912302?l=maloryjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6872863099116912302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5707980514192798110&amp;postID=6872863099116912302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/6872863099116912302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/6872863099116912302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/okaye.html' title='Thinkin&apos;...'/><author><name>-DaSpazULuv-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00382924772075589445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpxO00-IXAw/SjlrmWWr63I/AAAAAAAAADY/NTQOLSrsZSE/S220/new+hair.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707980514192798110.post-6769735923728108923</id><published>2008-05-30T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:18:35.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Cheer•</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Okay. jeez. This is hard stuff. hm... Well this is my first blog thingy, and I think i'm doing this right. It is way late. hehe oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bloggy things to say..hm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Im mal, you knew that. I'll just tell you about my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have a 4 year old little brother named Drake and I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He does get on my nerves ALOT though. This morning he got into the fridge and got a yummy yogurt. Then anotherone... THen another one... so in the end he got four of those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wow. Jeez. That would make me sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He watched cartoons and I went into my backyard and practiced cheer. Oh yeah. I made cheer captain a few days ago and I'm extatic! way cool huh? okay. well. yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It is competitive squad where we go around the country competing for standings. Standings are like...1st place in the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Our colors are Black, Silver and Maroon. We practice alot and it's way fun at the new rec center. So back to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;After i Was done in the backyard. My mother and I decided to go swimming at the new rec center by our house. wow that was fun. hehe this guy randomly came up to me and said hi! he was cute too. He is a wrestler on the Pine View Team. cool. i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;After that I went and got a small coke slushie! mmmmmmhmmmm that was soooo dern good. I wish i had another one. They melt fast thou.  Oh haha I tripped over a really big rock the other day because it was stuck in the ground. that was randow. woot woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me and my Friends kaylie and Savannah made cookies the other day. that was wayyyy fun! but messy! Flower in and out! hahaha joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you wouldn't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;okay. well this is random...so...yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I think I'm tired now cuz my eyes are starting to cry but not tears just yawn water. lol and my legs are falling asleep faster than me so i will talk to you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CyA! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707980514192798110-6769735923728108923?l=maloryjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6769735923728108923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5707980514192798110&amp;postID=6769735923728108923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/6769735923728108923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707980514192798110/posts/default/6769735923728108923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maloryjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-cheer.html' title='Random Cheer•'/><author><name>-DaSpazULuv-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00382924772075589445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpxO00-IXAw/SjlrmWWr63I/AAAAAAAAADY/NTQOLSrsZSE/S220/new+hair.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
