<?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-5554063035695458647</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:49:58.673-07:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>DL 5S Q 2131</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;here I am ... on the road again ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Biking in a random direction until it hurts. And the journey back.&lt;br&gt; Thoughts, Pictures and Words!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>s4ur4bh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vACrNR-dw70/SyhRlQU-LYI/AAAAAAAABMs/4V9aE1kmjv0/S220/SG_Profile_square.jpg'/></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-5554063035695458647.post-2049280658555494900</id><published>2007-05-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:40:12.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End - DL 5S Q 2131 Sold.</title><content type='html'>Here I am, on the road again&lt;br /&gt;There I am, up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, playn' star again&lt;br /&gt;There I go, turn the page&lt;br /&gt;And there I go, turn that page&lt;br /&gt;There I go, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, yeah(3x)&lt;br /&gt;There I go, there I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(And I'm gone)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554063035695458647-2049280658555494900?l=dl5sq2131.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/feeds/2049280658555494900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554063035695458647&amp;postID=2049280658555494900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/2049280658555494900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/2049280658555494900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/2007/05/end-dl-5s-q-2131-sold.html' title='The End - DL 5S Q 2131 Sold.'/><author><name>s4ur4bh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vACrNR-dw70/SyhRlQU-LYI/AAAAAAAABMs/4V9aE1kmjv0/S220/SG_Profile_square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554063035695458647.post-7047491013567467030</id><published>2007-04-12T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:45:40.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking and Music</title><content type='html'>Today as I was going down the road in a random direction, I realized something. Something I was missing all this while on my biking trips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have someone, something for company, it is more fun. Company not as in crowding you but company as in something that makes you even more involved in the task. Music ...  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect. I had my iPod on and it was one helluva ride. Helped me clear a lot of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are riding for a long time. The back, the neck, legs everything is hurting. Suddenly you shift a bit in the seat, flex those muscles and the moment is perfect bliss. Need more of those... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said ...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your thoughts will soon be wandering&lt;br /&gt;The way they always do&lt;br /&gt;When you're ridin' sixteen hours&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothin' much to do&lt;br /&gt;And you don't feel much like ridin'&lt;br /&gt;You just wish the trip was through&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554063035695458647-7047491013567467030?l=dl5sq2131.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/feeds/7047491013567467030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554063035695458647&amp;postID=7047491013567467030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/7047491013567467030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/7047491013567467030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/2007/04/biking-and-music.html' title='Biking and Music'/><author><name>s4ur4bh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vACrNR-dw70/SyhRlQU-LYI/AAAAAAAABMs/4V9aE1kmjv0/S220/SG_Profile_square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554063035695458647.post-3239414647965302205</id><published>2007-03-06T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:42:09.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>The Slaves of Time</title><content type='html'>Mankind has conquered almost everything. We have seen what lies inside the volcanoes, we have fathomed the oceans, a &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/witness/july/21/newsid_3058000/3058833.stm"&gt;small step&lt;/a&gt; has been taken on the moon. In short, everything imaginable has been conquered and we have put the rubber stamp on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is something that hasn't been conquered and in my humble opinion it shall remain elusive to the mankind. The time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all talk about managing time better, not wasting it and the importance of time. We never talk about conquering it, overcoming it or defeating it. As I am typing this, as you are reading this, the clock is still ticking away laughing at you for spending yet other unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come, you play your part and then you leave. And as someone said ...&lt;blockquote&gt;Here I am, On the road again&lt;br /&gt;There I am, Up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, Playn' star again&lt;br /&gt;There I go, Turn the page&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554063035695458647-3239414647965302205?l=dl5sq2131.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/feeds/3239414647965302205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554063035695458647&amp;postID=3239414647965302205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/3239414647965302205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/3239414647965302205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/2007/03/slaves-of-time.html' title='The Slaves of Time'/><author><name>s4ur4bh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vACrNR-dw70/SyhRlQU-LYI/AAAAAAAABMs/4V9aE1kmjv0/S220/SG_Profile_square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554063035695458647.post-8488548026087880211</id><published>2007-03-01T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:09:45.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blip on Radar</title><content type='html'>Look ... What is it ... ? Is it a bird? Is it a plane ...? No !!!! it's the whole world passing by you. You are sitting idle and doing nothing and world is moving like it has never moved before. And instead of doing anything about it, you are sitting on your desk, listening to music and blogging about the world going past you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like sitting on the sidelines of &lt;a href="http://www.formula1.com/"&gt;F1&lt;/a&gt; and watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juan_Pablo_Montoya"&gt;Montoya&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Schumacher"&gt;Schumacher&lt;/a&gt; battle it out. Well, Schumacher is gone but his legacy is still here. Montoya has never arrived and yet his legacy is here. What about me? What about millions of other earthlings who are not even realizing that they are not more than just a blip on the radar of humanity and no one would give a second thought if suddenly that blip is gone !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never agreed more with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Darwin"&gt;Darwin&lt;/a&gt;. It IS the survival of the fittest. You had to be the fastest runner in the jungles to stay alive from the predators and here you have to be the wisest in sea of humanity. Even if you are wisest, the survival is not guaranteed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In jungles it was every animal for itself. If you could run fast, you would out-run the predators and survive. You never thought about other animals. You just ran. Ran like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's about conning other beings. If you can con other people aka the humanity-that-is-not-realizing-blip-on-radar you survive. And there would be many such conmen and again it would be survival of the fittest. The best conman would win the battle of evolution and that man would no longer be the blip. He would be the radar himself. Reminds me of Big Brother of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Orwell"&gt;Orwell&lt;/a&gt;’s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nineteen_Eighty-Four"&gt;1984&lt;/a&gt; fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to end this and summarize ...&lt;blockquote&gt;Here I am, On the road again&lt;br /&gt;There I am, Up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, Playn' star again&lt;br /&gt;There I go, Turn the page&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554063035695458647-8488548026087880211?l=dl5sq2131.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/feeds/8488548026087880211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554063035695458647&amp;postID=8488548026087880211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/8488548026087880211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/8488548026087880211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/2007/03/blip-on-radar.html' title='Blip on Radar'/><author><name>s4ur4bh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vACrNR-dw70/SyhRlQU-LYI/AAAAAAAABMs/4V9aE1kmjv0/S220/SG_Profile_square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554063035695458647.post-2902872470382768363</id><published>2007-02-27T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:50:39.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>Turn The Page</title><content type='html'>I never understood english music and I never understood &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_music"&gt;rock music&lt;/a&gt; and I was never a fan. But as they say ... only thing constant is change ... Here I Am .. changing myself ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metallica.com/"&gt;Metallica&lt;/a&gt; - Turn the page !!!!&lt;blockquote&gt;On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to the engine's&lt;br /&gt;moanin' out it's one old song&lt;br /&gt;You can think about the woman or the girl&lt;br /&gt;You knew the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your thoughts will soon be wandering&lt;br /&gt;The way they always do&lt;br /&gt;When you're ridin' sixteen hours&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothin' much to do&lt;br /&gt;And you don't feel much like ridin'&lt;br /&gt;You just wish the trip was through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, On the road again&lt;br /&gt;There I am, Up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;There I go, Playin' star again&lt;br /&gt;There I go, Turn the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you walk into this restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Strung out from the road&lt;br /&gt;And you feel the eyes upon you&lt;br /&gt;As you're shaking off the cold&lt;br /&gt;You pretend it doesn't bother you&lt;br /&gt;But you just want to explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk&lt;br /&gt;But other times you can&lt;br /&gt;All the same old cliché's:&lt;br /&gt;"Is it woman? Is it man?"&lt;br /&gt;And you always seem outnumbered&lt;br /&gt;You don't dare make a stand&lt;br /&gt;Make your stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, On the road again&lt;br /&gt;There I am, Up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, Playn' star again&lt;br /&gt;There I go, Turn the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh&lt;br /&gt;Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;Every ounce of energy, you try and give away&lt;br /&gt;As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evenin' as you lie awake in bed&lt;br /&gt;With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head&lt;br /&gt;You smoke the day's last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;Rememberin' what she said&lt;br /&gt;What she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, what she said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, on the road again&lt;br /&gt;There I am, up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, playn' star again&lt;br /&gt;There I go, turn the page&lt;br /&gt;And there I go, turn that page&lt;br /&gt;There I go, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, yeah(3x)&lt;br /&gt;There I go, there I go&lt;br /&gt;(And I'm gone)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dedicated to MYSELF !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics copied from &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Turn-The-Page-lyrics-Metallica/5F1A522DECEFF2714825688D0035809F"&gt;Sing365.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how valid this entire discussion aka argument is but I still have to put it in words. People perish, thoughts perish but records last forever (if not forever, at least longer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just get a vauge idea and some spent their life times running after it. Chasing it till the time they drop dead (4 words with Ts in last 8 words ... 50%). I have this idea of ruling over the world some day (sounds like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinky_and_the_Brain"&gt;Brain&lt;/a&gt;) and I thought I was working towards it but learning to conquer the building unit of the world - not the electrones or cells but people. All this while I have been trying to learn sociology, phsychology, philosophy etc. And I have now realized it &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/linkinpark/intheend.html"&gt;doesnt even matter&lt;/a&gt; (no I did not steal this from &lt;a href="http://www.linkinpark.com/"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I was good with people and could manipulate and find my way. In just about 8 months I have realized I did not even know myself leave apart human understanding. Why do some people (including me) never want to leave their comfort zones? I tried doing that and proud to say that I failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We judge people according to moral/ethical/social norms and standards decided by us (actually people who had an oppurtunity to live before us). They dint do anything great, they dint come up with revolutions and they dint come up with a history of mankind. Things happened and they would have happened if instead of them, it would have been me or you or our future generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a story short ...&lt;blockquote&gt;Here I am, On the road again&lt;br /&gt;There I am, Up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, Playn' star again&lt;br /&gt;There I go, Turn the page&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554063035695458647-2902872470382768363?l=dl5sq2131.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/feeds/2902872470382768363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554063035695458647&amp;postID=2902872470382768363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/2902872470382768363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/2902872470382768363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/2007/02/turn-page.html' title='Turn The Page'/><author><name>s4ur4bh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vACrNR-dw70/SyhRlQU-LYI/AAAAAAAABMs/4V9aE1kmjv0/S220/SG_Profile_square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554063035695458647.post-5114629098165481247</id><published>2007-02-22T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:03:23.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>Hit the Road !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vACrNR-dw70/Rd6M7ITw6-I/AAAAAAAAABE/61ItlMzslOY/s1600-h/road_fgt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vACrNR-dw70/Rd6M7ITw6-I/AAAAAAAAABE/61ItlMzslOY/s320/road_fgt.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034616380917345250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first affair with roads started with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Road_Fighter"&gt;Road Fighter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Road_Rash"&gt;Road Rash&lt;/a&gt; about 10 years ago when I was still a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am 25, still a kid, still playing computer games and I still love the roads. My passion for both gaming and biking has only increased in these 10 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about biking is that you get to explore new places. Meet new people and understand the differences. The bottom line - you are in control. There is no stopping you. You can start, stop, wait, rush, slow down and there is no one who will command you. You choose where all you will wait and you select the people you will speak with. You choose freedom when you are on a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good part about being on a bike is the rush of air/wind/breeze (please ignore my stupid english) in your face. It is simply amazing. Its better than any other feeling in the world. Its like tearing away the forces of nature and making your way through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally get off the bike and stretch yourself, you feel as if you have achieved something huge. And in the end, it *IS* about winning. Winning over your fear, winning over your inhibitions and most importantly ... winning over yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a &lt;a href="http://www.metallica.com/"&gt;Metallica&lt;/a&gt; song says ... &lt;blockquote&gt;Here I am, On the road again&lt;br /&gt;There I am, Up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;There I go, Playin' star again&lt;br /&gt;There I go, Turn the page&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554063035695458647-5114629098165481247?l=dl5sq2131.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/feeds/5114629098165481247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554063035695458647&amp;postID=5114629098165481247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/5114629098165481247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554063035695458647/posts/default/5114629098165481247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dl5sq2131.blogspot.com/2007/02/hit-road.html' title='Hit the Road !!!!'/><author><name>s4ur4bh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vACrNR-dw70/SyhRlQU-LYI/AAAAAAAABMs/4V9aE1kmjv0/S220/SG_Profile_square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vACrNR-dw70/Rd6M7ITw6-I/AAAAAAAAABE/61ItlMzslOY/s72-c/road_fgt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
