<?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-37708787</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:23:17.616-08:00</updated><category term='payday loans'/><category term='underground city'/><category term='kish island'/><category term='wishing tree'/><category term='kamal osman jamjoom'/><category term='coral boutique villas'/><category term='KOJ team building'/><category term='kish reservoir'/><category term='penguin park'/><category term='cash advance'/><title type='text'>A Journey to Remember</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures and misadventures of the great Glen Santillan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-7351868810569049597</id><published>2009-02-27T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:02:11.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barclays Tennis Championship - Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_385394458l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_385394458l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novak Djokovic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_934070513l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_934070513l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marat Safin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_426267533l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_426267533l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marat Safin &amp;amp; David Ferrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_700280232l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_700280232l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marat Safin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_888710785l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_888710785l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Novak Djokovic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_724939972l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_724939972l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novak Djokovic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_653789501l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/1_653789501l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Novak Djokovic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMBpzJxyYlk/SahRpngtVTI/AAAAAAAACQU/2x-A3Wie9-c/s1600-h/marat-ferrer.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-7351868810569049597?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/7351868810569049597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=7351868810569049597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/7351868810569049597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/7351868810569049597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2009/02/barclays-tennis-championship-dubai.html' title='Barclays Tennis Championship - Dubai'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-3423003342024171105</id><published>2008-08-09T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:21:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours ... You're not mine...</title><content type='html'>Below is my new fav song... I'm Yours... Unfortunately you're not mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-3423003342024171105?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/3423003342024171105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=3423003342024171105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/3423003342024171105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/3423003342024171105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-yours-youre-not-mine.html' title='I&apos;m Yours ... You&apos;re not mine...'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-6213025356070437438</id><published>2008-07-08T04:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T04:23:32.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about Zimbabwe</title><content type='html'>Break Muna!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe na eto.. imagine may 1 USD or 1 AED ka lang billionaire ka na sa Zimbabwe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung may piso ka milyonaryo ka na pagdating dun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00 USD = 16,204,996,229.26 ZWD&lt;br /&gt;1.00 AED = 4,411,923,830.44 ZWD&lt;br /&gt;1.0     PHP = 353,230,874.83 ZWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa:&lt;br /&gt;Zimbabwe reveals that its annual inflation has climbed to 24,470 percent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/144274/output/print"&gt;Newsweek&lt;/a&gt; reports that Zimbabwe residents are going through severe hardships yet surviving it with humor. The reporter found a fast-food joint was selling burgers and fried chicken, and a double cheeseburger cost 50 billion Zimbabwean dollars. And if you order a full meal with fries and a Coke, it cost 80 billion Zimbabwean dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;Residents are only allowed to withdraw 25 billion Zimbabwean dollars per day from their bank accounts. And with that limit, it makes it extremely difficult to buy food and other items, which also sell at a very high price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-6213025356070437438?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/6213025356070437438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=6213025356070437438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/6213025356070437438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/6213025356070437438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2008/07/facts-about-zimbabwe.html' title='Facts about Zimbabwe'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-4343313281290716342</id><published>2008-05-19T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:43:06.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you... goodbye...</title><content type='html'>Reality hurts.. the truth is you can never mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought everything will be fine, but it's the other way around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you... you will always be a part of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...Goodbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-4343313281290716342?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/4343313281290716342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=4343313281290716342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/4343313281290716342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/4343313281290716342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-you-goodbye.html' title='I love you... goodbye...'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-3077338314192484822</id><published>2008-05-18T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:56:55.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To forget</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to forget you... Can you like tell me if you don't love me so that I will end the little hope that I have that you will be mine and I will be yours forever... Show up!!! Inasmuch as I want to forget you, I just can't.. you keep on boggling my mind!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-3077338314192484822?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/3077338314192484822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=3077338314192484822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/3077338314192484822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/3077338314192484822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-forget.html' title='To forget'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-435122495174513837</id><published>2008-05-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:02:22.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No ordinary love</title><content type='html'>It's unfair! Im always there for you when you need me, can you also be there for me when I need you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget you but I can't get you out of my mind. I wish I haven't seen you, I wish I haven't talked to you, I wish I haven't kissed you.. I would not have been fallen in love with you... I would not have been suffering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was not prepared enough to fall so deep in love" - No Ordinary Love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-435122495174513837?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/435122495174513837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=435122495174513837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/435122495174513837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/435122495174513837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-ordinary-love.html' title='No ordinary love'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-5676975747273944619</id><published>2007-12-22T00:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:40:49.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHZMolVqdew"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHZMolVqdew" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-5676975747273944619?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/5676975747273944619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=5676975747273944619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/5676975747273944619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/5676975747273944619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-adventures.html' title='My Adventures'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-5420180639860916850</id><published>2007-12-11T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:39:30.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='payday loans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash advance'/><title type='text'>In need of cash advance?</title><content type='html'>Once in awhile we find ourselves in a situation where we need cash then and there. This yuletide season seems to be tight for us. We need to give gift to our family members, god children and even friends. Once you are in the shopping center, you might see the perfect gift for that special person at just the right price, at the wrong time since you don’t have enough money to buy it. You don’t want to risk waiting until payday and find that the item gone or you can no longer get it at that lower price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s where a &lt;a href="http://www.cashadvance1500.com"&gt;payday loans&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.cashadvance1500.com"&gt;cash advance&lt;/a&gt; loan is put into the picture and help you. The easiest and fastest way to apply for a payday loan is online and CashAdvance1500.com can help you find the right online payday loan site for you. With a &lt;a href="http://www.cashadvance1500.com"&gt;payday loan &lt;/a&gt;you get the loan you need and pay it back on your next payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At CashAdvance1500.com you can find information on how to get approved for a payday loan, choosing an online payday lender and how online payday loans work. While you’re at CashAdvance1500.com check out their featured site and economical cash advance sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit CashAdvance1500.com the next time you need a payday loan. And that says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-5420180639860916850?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/5420180639860916850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=5420180639860916850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/5420180639860916850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/5420180639860916850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-need-of-cash-advance.html' title='In need of cash advance?'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-8367988371514434833</id><published>2007-12-11T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:35:20.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='payday loans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash advance'/><title type='text'>Cash Adavance and Payday Loans</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we really put ourselves into trouble, we overspend and wake up one day with overdue bills. Don’t you worry folks, there is a solution. Introducing, easy &lt;a href="http://www.trustsource.org/cash-advance"&gt;cash advance&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.trustsource.org/cash-advance"&gt;payday loans&lt;/a&gt;brought to you by the trusted www.trustsource.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you know what cash advance mean so I wont dig further into that. &lt;a href="http://www.trustsource.org/cash-advance"&gt;payday loan&lt;/a&gt; might be new to you but actually it’s not. It’s been in the world for many years ago. Payday loan is a process wherein you request for a cash before your salary day and just pay it when you get paid by your company.&lt;br /&gt;This is an easy way to solve your problem. Many people are into this kind of arrangement. Who would not want to… easy, quick processing and low interest rate. This is really helpful for everyone who needs cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be in, don’t allow yourself into a bigger trouble, act now! Apply for cash advance or payday loan and solve your problems paying your utility bills like, electricity or water. Whatever you do with the money then go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will benefit from this. So, what are you waiting for… go now, apply now and be secured of continued utility services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-8367988371514434833?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/8367988371514434833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=8367988371514434833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/8367988371514434833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/8367988371514434833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2007/12/cash-adavance-and-payday-loans.html' title='Cash Adavance and Payday Loans'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-5147768860588409383</id><published>2007-10-07T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:32:22.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kamal osman jamjoom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coral boutique villas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KOJ team building'/><title type='text'>Team Building at Coral Boutique Villas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;October 5, 2007 was marked as our Team Building activity held at Coral Boutique Villas - a unique hotel complex featuring 30 luxurious 5-star villas equipped with the latest amenities and technology located at Al Barsha, Dubai, United Arab Emirates. The Team Building was partcipated by the members of Accounts, HR, Admin and Legal Team of Kamal Osman Jamoom Est. Event activities include swimming, dancing, and Videoke singing. The activity started at 8:00pm and ended at around 5:30 am the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos are shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118485100596909746"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/supermancako/RwiDFIE1VrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Fyt1d6l4JVg/s400/after%20dinner.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118485109186844354"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/supermancako/RwiDFoE1VsI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2QvYur9zKMA/s400/after%20dinner%202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118485122071746258"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/supermancako/RwiDGYE1VtI/AAAAAAAAAjo/HEwiU7qgomg/s400/after%20dinner%203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118485122071746274"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/supermancako/RwiDGYE1VuI/AAAAAAAAAjw/0krhf1a5kPw/s400/after%20dinner%204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118485126366713586"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/supermancako/RwiDGoE1VvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vLxdZhHRGWg/s400/at%20the%20pool.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118486865828468482"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/supermancako/RwiEr4E1VwI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Trrc_KIezBc/s400/at%20the%20pool%202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118486870123435794"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/supermancako/RwiEsIE1VxI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Ojpxi3dLtco/s400/at%20the%20pool%203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118486874418403106"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/supermancako/RwiEsYE1VyI/AAAAAAAAAkU/kuuyEHRfF3o/s400/dinner.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118489820765968210"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/supermancako/RwiHX4E1V1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/PgDEOlJ1CwY/s400/DSC00412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118489825060935522"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/supermancako/RwiHYIE1V2I/AAAAAAAAAk4/m17xIJIzZE0/s400/DSC00413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118489833650870130"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/supermancako/RwiHYoE1V3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/LSZ45SXL_kY/s400/DSC00414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118489833650870146"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/supermancako/RwiHYoE1V4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/IXaJOZVsBYQ/s400/swimming.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118489837945837458"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/supermancako/RwiHY4E1V5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/s737JzqpGf4/s400/swimming%202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118491654717003682"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/supermancako/RwiJCoE1V6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/ymt6Z0pHVBE/s400/Team%20Building%20at%20coral%20boutique%20villas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/TeamBuildingAtCoralBoutiqueVillas/photo#5118491663306938290"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/supermancako/RwiJDIE1V7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/R0gQ0e3c0II/s400/Team%20Building%20at%20coral%20boutique%20villas%202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/equalizer.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mp3logo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mediaplayer.swf" width="200" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;file=http://content.mp3-codes.com/JoJo- Beautiful Girls.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=200&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=true&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jojo - Beautiful Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-5147768860588409383?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/5147768860588409383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=5147768860588409383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/5147768860588409383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/5147768860588409383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2007/10/team-building-at-coral-boutique-villas.html' title='Team Building at Coral Boutique Villas'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-4635268379205081972</id><published>2007-10-03T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:13:50.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster - Glen - Skiing...somewhere in Europe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/5392017/1/486823674#pic=0960456518"&gt;Friendster - Glen - Skiing...somewhere in Europe?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/5392017/0/960456518"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/71/02/5392017/960456518m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/equalizer.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mp3logo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mediaplayer.swf" width="200" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;file=http://content.mp3-codes.com/Fergie - Big Girls Dont Cry.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=200&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=true&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fergie - Big Girls Dont Cry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-4635268379205081972?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/4635268379205081972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=4635268379205081972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/4635268379205081972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/4635268379205081972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2007/10/friendster-glen-skiingsomewhere-in.html' title='Friendster - Glen - Skiing...somewhere in Europe?'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-3352973966605257945</id><published>2007-09-20T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:18:30.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguin park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishing tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kish island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underground city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kish reservoir'/><title type='text'>Kish Island - Iran Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I left Dubai on September 19, 2007 to change my visa since my previous visit visa was about to expire. Unfortunately, my working visa is still under processing so I have to get out of the country whether I like it or not. Going back to the Philippines is an expensive option, so I have to find a nearer place for practical reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no other choice but to go to Kish. Kish is a small Island which is part of Iran. It has a population of about 150,000. It is about 30-40 minutes from Dubai by plane. The only airline and the flag carrier of the Island is Kish Airline which most of the planes are Fokker 50. Imagine taking off with such a small plane, again, I had no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Kish Island at around 2:30 Dubai time. I immediately checked in to Farabi hotel, a small motel in the Island. Immediately after I entered the room, I slept due to stress. I was waiting for my visa then but it did not come, but it was just fine since it was my first day. I had to wait... yes I had to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after, I woke up around 9:30 in the morning, took a bath and ate my breakfast. It was not an enticing breakfast, it was a piece of bread, butter and tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, I went to venus mall to connect with the internet, check my mails and reply to important messages. After two hours, I received a SMS from my colleague saying that my visa is ready and was already sent thru my email. I was happy then, that means I can go back to Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately went to the ticketing office to book the earliest flight to Dubai, unfortunately, due to lack of seats, I was booked on Saturday, September 22, 2007. I wasnt happy then but have decided to enjoy and make the most of my stay in the Island, after all this might be my last Kish Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i had availed of the two hour Kish Island Tour and visited the following tourist spots in the Island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112561171230790674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMBpzJxyYlk/RvN3TDeqlBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/GZkeYpWbBGA/s200/Kish+Reservoir.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Kish Reservoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112352360061730130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMBpzJxyYlk/RvK5YpQb_VI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yKhgd8trPio/s200/the+green+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Green Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112353506817998178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMBpzJxyYlk/RvK6bZQb_WI/AAAAAAAAAcY/bSjEJkMUlKE/s200/the+greek+ship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Greek Ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112355534042562002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMBpzJxyYlk/RvK8RZQb_dI/AAAAAAAAAdU/TCggbVAyBvI/s200/penguin+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Penguin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112356272776936930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMBpzJxyYlk/RvK88ZQb_eI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3aKP8zuKJy8/s200/one+hundred+years+of+solitude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the Penguin Park in Solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112357084525755890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMBpzJxyYlk/RvK9rpQb_fI/AAAAAAAAAdk/5JxQCE-Qrqc/s200/the+underground+city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Underground City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112354357221522834"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/supermancako/RvK7M5Qb_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JIM3FYH6CLs/s144/kish%20reservoir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kish Reservoir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112566046018671650"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/supermancako/RvN7uzeqlCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/-BVtoC62I0Y/s144/DSCF0600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A 360-year old Wishing Tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112571191389492354"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/supermancako/RvOAaTeqlII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/h5fcgfhwSOs/s288/DSCF0610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Undergound City&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112571195684459666"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/supermancako/RvOAajeqlJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Ng6DDoab8nA/s288/DSCF0611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Undergound City&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112571208569361586"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/supermancako/RvOAbTeqlLI/AAAAAAAAAgo/MiIOJvJF-mo/s288/DSCF0613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Undergound City&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112571204274394274"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/supermancako/RvOAbDeqlKI/AAAAAAAAAgg/JGJZKSMwNew/s288/DSCF0612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Undergound City&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112574172096795842"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/supermancako/RvODHzeqlMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VAxzisg-WYU/s288/DSCF0614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside The Undergound City&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112574176391763154"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/supermancako/RvODIDeqlNI/AAAAAAAAAhk/XBfPhsI_dr0/s288/DSCF0616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside The Undergound City&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112574189276665074"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/supermancako/RvODIzeqlPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/yFq0Y8Qg6TQ/s288/DSCF0618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside The Undergound City&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112574193571632386"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/supermancako/RvODJDeqlQI/AAAAAAAAAhU/_c0hm6lploo/s288/DSCF0619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunset at Kish Island&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112577904423376146"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/supermancako/RvOGhDeqlRI/AAAAAAAAAho/sGJWUcYDJQw/s288/DSCF0621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Greek Ship - circa 1966&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112577908718343458"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/supermancako/RvOGhTeqlSI/AAAAAAAAAhw/sJwQaOzEUvI/s288/DSCF0622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Greek Ship - circa 1966&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112577917308278066"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/supermancako/RvOGhzeqlTI/AAAAAAAAAiU/hodLRLcmup0/s288/DSCF0625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A night at the Penguin Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112577921603245378"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/supermancako/RvOGiDeqlUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/sxhiCARPB2E/s288/DSCF0626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A night at the Penguin Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/supermancako/KishAdventure/photo#5112348546130771218"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/supermancako/RvK16pQb_RI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5vWOtzd0Kpk/s288/Picture%20009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Green Park - Home of the 360-year old Wishing Tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/equalizer.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mp3logo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116988560742981660</id><published>2007-01-27T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:15:22.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Twenty-Something to Thirty-Something</title><content type='html'>Just received this article and i was able to relate with it..i guess you guys will feel the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Send this to your twenty-something (to thirty-something) friends...maybe it will help someone feel like they are not alone in their state of confusion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/equalizer.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mp3logo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mediaplayer.swf" width="200" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;file=http://content.mp3-codes.com/Monica and 112 - Ill Be Right Here Waiting for You.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=200&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=true&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Monica feat. 112 - I'll Be Right Here Waiting For You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116988560742981660?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116988560742981660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116988560742981660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116988560742981660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116988560742981660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2007/01/being-twenty-something-to-thirty.html' title='Being Twenty-Something to Thirty-Something'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116947240564819009</id><published>2007-01-22T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:20:10.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways to Win a Friend and A way to Lose Him/Her</title><content type='html'>Here are my list of the Subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be Kind. Always treat people with kindness and humility.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be Accommodating/Hospitable. &lt;br /&gt;3. Always pretend as if you like to listen to his/her not-so-interesting stories&lt;br /&gt;4. Be respectful. Remember that respect begets respect&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh with him/her.  After all laughter is the best medicine (any connection?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Try to be with him/her when he/she needs someone to talk to. ALways be at his/her side.&lt;br /&gt;7. Be sensitive but never should you be over sensitive, Too much of everything is not good.&lt;br /&gt;8. Praise him/her. If he/she needs to be praised for a job well done then he/she deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Have some time to talk about your lives - family, friends, etc. In short, try to know him/her better&lt;br /&gt;10. Trust him/her. This may be difficult but if he/she is worth to be trusted then why not give him/her a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way to lose him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Just be honest and upfront and you will surely lose him/her.Believe me i've experienced it. It only shows that they are just friends, not real/true friends because if they are they would understand and appreciate your honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people who have betrayed me I still thank you for being a part of my life. Let me borrow some phrases from Simple Plan's Thank You... "Thank you for showing me that best friends cannot be trusted"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/equalizer.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mp3logo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mediaplayer.swf" width="200" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;file=http://content.mp3-codes.com/Counting Crows - Accidently In Love.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=200&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=true&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Counting Crows - Accidently In Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116947240564819009?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116947240564819009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116947240564819009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116947240564819009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116947240564819009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-ways-to-win-friend-and-way-to-lose.html' title='10 Ways to Win a Friend and A way to Lose Him/Her'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116720935125712953</id><published>2006-12-27T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:26:11.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Lose A Friend To Death</title><content type='html'>To Lose A Friend To Death&lt;br /&gt;http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/9182/deathfriend.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “To lose a friend is always a hard thing, but to lose a friend to death is the hardest thing of all, this is something that I know to be all too true as I lost my best friend to death, and my life will never be the same again. He was my best friend, he was my brother, he was my cousin Bo.” &lt;br /&gt;I stop talking to take a deep breath, trying hard to hold back the tears that burn in my eyes, to even think of what happened then still hurts deeply. It has been months and those months have felt like years, but the pain is as fresh as though it happened yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;     “I should’ve seen it coming sooner . . . but I failed to notice all the signs, that led to the . . . tragic event, that I see so clearly now. It all start on a mild spring day . . .” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Hey Bo.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah what?” &lt;br /&gt;     “Phone’s for you.” &lt;br /&gt;I stepped off the porch and approach, the General Lee, which Bo was working on. Bo wipes his hands off an old red rag. &lt;br /&gt;     “Who is it?” Bo asked. &lt;br /&gt;     “Vicki.” &lt;br /&gt;A wide smile spread across Bo’s face. &lt;br /&gt;     “Could you finish tightening this . . .this could take a while.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah, whatever.” &lt;br /&gt;Bo practically runs into the house, and I can’t help but frown as he disappears inside. &lt;br /&gt;    ‘I don’t like Vicki, I don’t really know why I dislike her so but I just can’t help but feel that she can not be trusted. I have never said anything about it Bo, as I don’t wish to start a fight, because I hate fighting with Bo, and besides that I have no proof that she is being deceitful about anything. So, I just choose to remain silent until I have proof . . . even then Bo might not listen to me. Perhaps I am wrong though, maybe I just think this way because I am so protective of my younger cousin, and I just want whoever he is with to be perfect. I know it all sounds silly to think that way but . . . I just don’t want to see Bo ending up getting hurt, he is more like a younger brother then a cousin.’ &lt;br /&gt;    Nearly an hour later, long after I finished tuning up the car, Bo came back outside. &lt;br /&gt;    “I’m going to the Boar’s Nest to met Vicki, wantta come along?” Bo asked. &lt;br /&gt;I shook my head. “No, with Uncle Jesse and Daisy being gone for the week there is a lot to get done.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Oh.” Bo said, and I could clearly read the question in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;     “You can go, I can handle things on my own.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Okay thanks. See ya later cuz.” Bo said, and jumped into the car, and sped away in a cloud of dust. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    “There really was nothing I had to do, I just didn’t feel like going to the Boar’s Nest and being anywhere near Vicki. The hours pass and darkness settled across the land. It started to grow cold once the sun set so I started a small fire in the fireplace. I was sitting in the chair by the fire, reading through some old NASCAR magazines, when I heard the old screen door swing open and bang shut. I set the magazine I was reading down, and I looked up to see Bo standing, in the doorway between the kitchen and the front room. There is a small cut on his forehead, that has long since stopped bleeding . . .” &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    “What happened to you?” &lt;br /&gt;    “I got into a fight at the Boar’s Nest.” Bo said. &lt;br /&gt;    “Did you win or lose?” &lt;br /&gt;    “I think I won.” Bo said, and I can’t help but laugh. &lt;br /&gt;    “Who were you fighting with?” &lt;br /&gt;    “I don’t know . . . just some guy, he was harassing Vicki, and he wouldn’t leave her alone so . . .” Bo said. &lt;br /&gt;    “So you started a fight. Big surprise.” &lt;br /&gt;Bo smiled, knowing I was joking. “Not like you’ve never started a bar fight or two.” &lt;br /&gt;     “I guess since you “think” you won I taught you enough about fighting to actually win a bar fight.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah I guess so.” Bo said bringing his fingers up to the cut on his head. &lt;br /&gt;     “You just gotta learn to be a littler quicker.” &lt;br /&gt;     “The fight wisdom of Sergeant Duke.” Bo said, his tone was light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “The rest of the night passed much the same as any night, though if I knew what was going to happen the next day I would’ve done things differently . . .” &lt;br /&gt;I pause for a moment as the memory of that day flows through me. &lt;br /&gt;    “It was the day that changed my life forever, the day I lost my best friend.” &lt;br /&gt;Tears close my throat, threatening to spill from the corners of my eyes, it still pains me to think of what happen. &lt;br /&gt;     “The day started like any other day, me and Bo were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast when the phone rang. Bo had got up and answered it . . .” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After a couple moments of talking on the phone Bo hung up and stepped back out into the kitchen, with an upset look on his face. &lt;br /&gt;     “Who was that?” &lt;br /&gt;     “Vicki.” Bo said, his voice sounded distant. &lt;br /&gt;     “Is something wrong?” &lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah . . . she really wouldn’t tell me what was wrong though, only that she needs help.” Bo said. “She said it had something to do with that guy I fought with at the Boar’s Nest last night . . . I guess she used to know him.” &lt;br /&gt;     “She didn’t say at all what kind of trouble she’s in?” &lt;br /&gt;     “No, just to meet her out by Sunset Pond.” Bo said. “Look I know I haven’t done my share of the chores but, do you mind if I leave now? I can do the chores later.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah go ahead but tomorrow you are doing all the chores.” &lt;br /&gt;Bo gave a small smile that never really touched his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;     “You be careful.” &lt;br /&gt;     “I will, talk to you later.” Bo said, and left the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “I should have made him stay and not allowed him leave . . . make him call Vicki back and tell her if she had a problem that was so serious to call Rosco . . . I don’t know if Bo would’ve done that but . . . I should have at least gone with him. If I had gone with him I would’ve been there to protect him when he needed me . . .” &lt;br /&gt;I wipe the tears away, and take a deep breath. &lt;br /&gt;     “That was the last time I ever saw Bo alive.” &lt;br /&gt;This is still something that I find very hard to talk about, the memory still haunts my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;     “Bo had left several hours ago, and it wasn’t long after that I started to get the feeling that something was wrong. I tried to tell myself that I was just over reacting and busied myself with the chores. Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that Bo is in some kind of danger. I tried to call Vicki . . . but there was no answer. Daisy’s jeep was parked in the barn, so I took the keys and headed out to Sunset Pond . . . the last place I knew that Bo had been heading.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The General wasn’t parked anywhere around, at least that I could see, but something told me that I should go down to the pond. The woods seem to be abnormally quiet, which only seems to add to my already anxious, nervous mood. As I neared the water’s edge, I spotted my younger cousin, and ran towards him, panic grabbing at my heart. Bo was laying, face down at the edge of the pond, his face in the water. I dropped down beside him and rolled him unto his back, praying that I am in time. As I roll him over I notice his head roll limply. &lt;br /&gt;     “No . . .” &lt;br /&gt;My voice barely comes out above a whisper, I know what happened, someone snapped Bo’s neck. My whole body trembles, and tears water in my eyes. I pick up Bo’s lifeless body and hold him in my arms, close to me, allowing my tears to streak my cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;     ‘This can’t be happening . . . Bo can’t be dead . . . this all has to be bad dream.’ &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are muddled, as the reality of the situations sinks in, Bo is dead, I failed to protect my younger cousin, I was not there for him when he needed me the most. I just sit and hold Bo until I have expended my tears, then not knowing what else to do I got up to call Rosco on the CB. &lt;br /&gt;     “Luke Duke calling Sheriff Coltrane.” &lt;br /&gt;A moment later Rosco responded. &lt;br /&gt;     “What do you want Luke? I got important things I got to be doing.” &lt;br /&gt;     “There is a problem . . .” &lt;br /&gt;     “What’s wrong Luke?” &lt;br /&gt;     “I don’t even know how to say this . . .” &lt;br /&gt;My bottom lip trembles, and I can hear my voice trembling as well. &lt;br /&gt;     “Where are you at Luke? What wrong?” Rosco asked, and I can hear genuine concern in his voice. &lt;br /&gt;     “I am at Sunset Pond . . . it is a really long story but . . . someone killed Bo.” &lt;br /&gt;     “WHAT?” Rosco questioned loudly. &lt;br /&gt;     “Someone killed Bo . . . someone snapped his neck.” &lt;br /&gt;     “I’ll be right there, I call an ambulance.” Rosco said. &lt;br /&gt;     “Not that it will do any good.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “I just stay by the jeep and wait for Rosco to come, I can’t bring myself to go back down to the pond . . . it all just seems like some kind of horrible nightmare that I just can’t wake from, but alas it is all too real. Rosco arrived about ten minutes later along with the ambulance . . .” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Are you okay Luke?” Rosco asked as he approached. &lt;br /&gt;I only shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing how else to respond. &lt;br /&gt;     “Where is he?” Rosco asked. &lt;br /&gt;     “I’ll show you.” &lt;br /&gt;I don’t really want to go back down and see the sight of Bo’s dead body lying at the edge of the pond again, but I know it is something that I have to do. We walked through the woods that still are consumed by the silence, I hesitate at the edge of the tree line, and Rosco walks past me. &lt;br /&gt;     “Oh . . . oh.” Rosco says, and I can see his face pale. &lt;br /&gt;I just stand unmoving, my eyes cast to the ground, I can’t get any closer then I am already, even though I want to and know I should, I can’t bring myself to be any closer to Bo. The two ambulance attendants walk past me with a stretcher, and I watch with tear filled eyes as they lift my younger cousin’s life body on to it, and cover him with a simple white cotton sheet. I follow them back to where the cars are parked, and stand beside Rosco and watch the ambulance leave. &lt;br /&gt;     “Can you call Uncle Jesse and tell him and Daisy to come home . . .don’t tell them what happened . . .” &lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah sure Luke . . . but what are going to be doing?” Rosco asked. &lt;br /&gt;     “I am going to find Vicki . . . Bo was meeting her here so . . . she has to know something about . . . what happened to Bo.” &lt;br /&gt;     “I could go find her for you.” Rosco said. &lt;br /&gt;     “No, this is something I have to do.” &lt;br /&gt;     “I understand. Where’s the General Lee?” &lt;br /&gt;     “I don’t know. Bo had him . . .” &lt;br /&gt;     “Just be careful Luke.” &lt;br /&gt;I only nod in way of response then give Rosco the number to reach Uncle Jesse and leave, driving towards Vicki’s house. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    “It only took me fifteen minutes to reach the house where Vicki lives. A black car is parked out front, and Vicki walks out, along with a man, I never seen before, she was carrying a small black briefcase. I stopped the jeep and get out and approach them, they looked up at me with startled expressions, and I can tell she was shocked to see me . . .” &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    “Luke . . . what are you doing here?” Vicki asked. &lt;br /&gt;    “What do you think I am doing here?” &lt;br /&gt;     “It wasn’t suppose to happen like that . . . I never meant for anything to happen to Bo . . .” Vicki said, her voice trailing off. &lt;br /&gt;     “Why Vicki?” &lt;br /&gt;     “It just happened.” Vicki said. &lt;br /&gt;     “The kid got in the way.” The man I don’t know said. &lt;br /&gt;     “Be quiet Kevin.” Vicki said. &lt;br /&gt;     “You aren’t going to get away with what you did.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Just leave things be Luke, if you don’t . . .” &lt;br /&gt;     “You’ll be joining your cousin.” Kevin said, finishing Vicki’s sentence. &lt;br /&gt;I hear another car pull to a stop behind me but I don’t even turn to look, I don’t take my eyes off of Vicki and Kevin, fearing if I do that they will somehow escape. &lt;br /&gt;     “Alright you two freeze it right there, you’re under arrest.” Rosco said, stepping up beside me, his gun drawn and pointed in Vicki and Kevin’s direction. &lt;br /&gt;     “On what charge?” Kevin asked. &lt;br /&gt;     “Murdering Bo.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Neither of them tried to make a get away . . . I wish they had, if they did I would’ve had an excuse to pound ‘em into mush but . . . I somehow managed to control my temper at that point even though I want to kill them both for what they had done. Rosco had them cuffed and stuffed, and I was there while he questioned Vicki . . . it is at times like this that Rosco is a good sheriff. The briefcase had been filled with gemstones, all of which had been stolen several months prior in Atlanta. Uncle Jesse and Daisy wouldn’t arrive back in Hazzard for another hour and I wanted to have all the answers before they got back . . . I just had to know what she had to say . . .” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “I really never meant to get Bo involved Luke . . . things just kind of turned out that way.” Vicki said. &lt;br /&gt;     “What happened? Why did . . . Bo die?” &lt;br /&gt;     “I thought that Bo would go along with what was happening but . . . he wouldn’t and threatened to turn me and Kevin into the authorities . . . Kevin said that he wouldn’t allow that to happen and he snapped Bo’s neck.” Vicki said. &lt;br /&gt;I can’t even find the words to express my rage, and can only stare coldly at Vicki. &lt;br /&gt;     “So Kevin killed Bo?” Rosco said. &lt;br /&gt;Vicki nodded, not saying anything. &lt;br /&gt;     “Was Kevin the guy Bo had a fight with at the Boar’s Nest last night?” &lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah Kevin is an old friend of mine, actually he is my ex-husband.” Vicki said. &lt;br /&gt;     “Ex-husband?” Rosco questioned. &lt;br /&gt;Vicki nodded. “We are still friends . . . though when he saw me with Bo he got jealous.” &lt;br /&gt;     “He intentionally killed my cousin, didn’t he? And you lured Bo into the trap.” &lt;br /&gt;     “You wouldn’t understand Luke. It wasn’t like that, sure Kevin was jealous but I didn’t lure Bo into any trap.” Vicki said. &lt;br /&gt;     “What exactly were you involved in?” &lt;br /&gt;     “Other then them stolen jewels you had?” Rosco asked. &lt;br /&gt;     “Just stole those . . . and some other stuff.” Vicki said. &lt;br /&gt;     “Shows how little you actually knew Bo if you thought he’d get involved with that kind of thing.” &lt;br /&gt;     “If he had he’d still be alive.” Vicki said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “I just stood up and left the room after that, I didn’t want to hear anything more she had to say. I wanted to confront the man who murdered Bo though, I just wanted one minute alone in the same room as his so I could make him pay for his crime. Rosco questioned him next, though he told me I could only stay in the room if I behaved myself . . . it actually took a lot for me to control my temper.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “It was an easy kill to snap that kid’s neck, just one quick movement.” Kevin said. &lt;br /&gt;I know that he is just trying to get me riled and I refrain from saying anything. &lt;br /&gt;     “Why’d you do it?” Rosco asked. &lt;br /&gt;     “Because he was in the way and mouthing off about going to the authorities. I figured he would do that and not go along . . . but Vicki for some reason had the hots for him . . . even though I am ten times the man that boy was.” Kevin said. &lt;br /&gt;     “You planned on killing Bo since last night at the Boar’s Nest and just set him up . . . didn’t you?” &lt;br /&gt;     “What if I were to yes?” Kevin questioned. &lt;br /&gt;     “Then it would be the last thing you ever said.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Luke, control your temper, don’t do something you might be sorry for.” Rosco said. &lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah boy, or you’ll be getting the same thing your cousin got.” Kevin said, a large, nasty smile on his face. &lt;br /&gt;I get up to lunge at him, wanting to inflict some serious bodily harm on the man that killed my cousin, but Rosco puts a hand on my arm and stops me. &lt;br /&gt;     “Just step outside, okay Luke?” Rosco says, though his voice is understanding. &lt;br /&gt;I say nothing and leave the room, I go outside to wait for my Uncle Jesse and cousin Daisy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “It isn’t very long after that they arrive, and stop in front of the court house . . .” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “What’s wrong Luke?” Jesse asked. &lt;br /&gt;     “Where’s Bo?” Daisy asked. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know how to tell them, the words not coming easy to me. &lt;br /&gt;     “I think you both had better sit down.” &lt;br /&gt;They sit down next to me on the court house stairs, I can see the anticipation of bad news on their faces, knowing they have no idea of just how bad the news truly is. &lt;br /&gt;     “I really don’t even know how to tell you this . . .” &lt;br /&gt;     “Whatever it is just tell us.” Jesse said. &lt;br /&gt;     “Bo was . . . murdered.” &lt;br /&gt;     “What?” Jesse questioned, they both paled visibly. &lt;br /&gt;     “It is a long story Uncle Jesse.” &lt;br /&gt;Daisy said nothing, only cried, leaning against Jesse for comfort. &lt;br /&gt;     “How . . . Why?” Jesse asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “I told them everything that I knew about what had happened, after which the three of us were all either crying or trying hard to hold back the tears. Even though I was starting to feel that I had no tears left . . . though I still had many shed, and still shed tears over his death.” &lt;br /&gt;I stop talking and take a deep breath to collect my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;     “Things happened quickly after that, friends and neighbors called the farm to express their sympathies and condolences. Vicki and Kevin were given life sentences for grand theft and second degree murder, that is the last I heard of either of them. We never found the General Lee, at the trial Vicki said they had got rid of the car . . . but never said where. I guess it don’t matter too much, I doubt I would’ve ever been able to drive the General again . . . too many memories.” &lt;br /&gt;I run my hands down along my face, and swallow the tears that burn in my eyes, it is a moment before I can even speak again. &lt;br /&gt;     “The day of Bo’s funeral was cold and rainy. It was hard to even make it through that day, as it seemed to finalize everything. I know it was hard on Jesse and Daisy as well . . . all of us spent our tears that day. A lot of the funeral is a blur to me now. . . I tried hard to tune it out, I still had trouble really admitting that Bo was dead, even though I knew it to be true. I actually managed to say a few words at the service . . .” &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     “Bo was a lot more then just a cousin . . . he was my best friend and my brother. Losing a friend to death is one of hardest things in life. I feel as though a part of me died along with Bo. He was the person that I was closest to . . . he had always been there for me, even at times when I though I didn’t need him, he was always there. He was the kind of person you could always depend on, a true friend that would never leave you . . .” &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    “That is all I could say, the words seemed to lock in my throat as tears burned in my eyes. Standing at the graveside, watching Bo’s casket being lowered into the ground, and seeing the gravestone, gave everything an eerie finalization . . . and it all seemed to kill something else within me . . .another part of me, other then what had already died along with Bo. I stayed there by Bo’s grave long after his funeral was over, remaining unmoving until long into the night, when I finally went home.” &lt;br /&gt;A couple tears streak my cheek, but I don’t bother to wipe them away, or even try to hide them. &lt;br /&gt;     “Bo and I shared a room . . . that room seemed so empty that night . . . and still does, everything reminding me of Bo . . . all his things, sitting there, never to be used by him again. It was two weeks before I could even pack away any of his things . . . and there are certain things that I will never pack away . . . things that hold the most meaning. I will never forget Bo . . . my life will never be the same without him and I find it harder everyday to carry on. I miss him more then words can even begin to express.” &lt;br /&gt;I take a few steps into the cemetery, stopping before Bo’s grave, laying a single red rose, down on the soft dirt of he grave. &lt;br /&gt;     “Bo . . .” &lt;br /&gt;My voice is barely above a whisper, as I run my fingers over the face of the gravestone. Tears slip from the corners of my eyes, streaking my cheeks. I don’t know what to say, but I long to believe that Bo can actually still hear me . . . I don’t really have anyone else I can talk to, not the same a I could talk to Bo. I take a deep breath and slowly release it hoping as I begin to speak that the words will come to me. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     I return to Bo’s grave many times over the years that slowly drag pass, and the pain is still just as fresh as it was that day. My life seems hallow and empty, yet some how I manage to keep going, perhaps because it is what I know Bo would want. 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&lt;table style="color: black; background: #C2CEDB" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="270"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Global Personality Test Results&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stability&lt;/b&gt; (23%) low which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (70%) high which suggests you are overly organized, reliable, neat, and hard working at the expense too often of flexibility, efficiency, spontaneity, and fun.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Extraversion&lt;/b&gt; (66%) moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global5.html"&gt;Take Free Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116644676724031794?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116644676724031794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116644676724031794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116644676724031794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116644676724031794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2006/12/global-personality-test.html' title='Global Personality Test'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116642292647845910</id><published>2006-12-17T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:24:35.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>typical sunday...</title><content type='html'>I got the apology that I wanted...I deserved it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is my 2nd day off of the week..again i woke up early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a typical day, nothing really special.. i've continued my marathon on desperate housewives and finished watching the entire episodes of Season 2.. (yipee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the series.. for me Westeria Lane is but an ideal place to live in... The characters and the plot are really great... I wish I will be able to watch Season 3 soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I did not cook today since Patrick promised to cook something for us to eat...He cooked "tokwa't baboy" and it was really yummy...we ate with gusto..hope he cooks again next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116642292647845910?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116642292647845910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116642292647845910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116642292647845910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116642292647845910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2006/12/typical-sunday.html' title='typical sunday...'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116629073043537546</id><published>2006-12-16T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:22:23.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Upset!</title><content type='html'>It's my day-off today.. i slept late last night but i was still able to wake up early.. i dunno why perhaps because i am used to waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked some food for me and my hausmates this afternoon. i used to do it during my off... my day was actually fine, i was having a marathon of desperate housewives all day long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good not until around 8pm. we just finished our dinner and we were watching the grand dream night of PDA.. at first it was just normal not until they(my roommates) made fun out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was just ok but when it is over it sucks! I was just sharing my f*ckin knowledge about a certain contestant when they started to f*uckin tease me.. I was really upset and disappointed then...i tried to be sport but i just cant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson # 1 : Better shut up sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Lesson # 2 : Do not expect too much from your so called friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the most hurtful thing that could ever happen to a person as a friend is that "when you consider a person as your close/true/real friend only to find out that he/she just sees you an acquaintance and worst a stranger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They owe me an apology.. and I deserve one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/equalizer.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mp3logo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mediaplayer.swf" width="200" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;file=http://content.mp3-codes.com/Timbaland - Apologize.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=200&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=true&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Timbaland - Apologize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116629073043537546?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116629073043537546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116629073043537546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116629073043537546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116629073043537546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-upset.html' title='I am Upset!'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116618575384526461</id><published>2006-12-15T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T04:58:44.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>This is the first time that I am gonna be updating what is the latest happenings in my life. I will try to give daily updates of my latest adventures, ups and downs, and interesting and uninteresting stories of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God it's Friday! This will be last day day of work for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I slept late because my roommates and I were having a little celebration. Good enough for them because today is their day-off. Sad to say I and Patrick (one of my roommates) have to go for work. In my case, Saturdays and Sundays are my days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to sleep as eraly as possible but I did not succeed. I cannot resist the noise that they are making. I want to be pissed off but I just can't, I totally understand them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldnt sleep, I've join their conversation ( I had no choice, as the cliche goes..if you cant beat them, join them!hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they finished drinking around 12:30 am, by that time i have already lost my momentum to sleep so I had a nice little chat with Joseph (who happens to be from UP also) about our college life and work status in Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:30am, I have closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but still I couldnt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having a nostalgic relections, I realized that my old behavior comes back again (being too possessive!).. (my friends know and understand what I am talking about.) I don't want to go further about this matter cuz until now I'm still trying to think of a concrete soultion to this kind of uncontrollable feeling. I will share it to you once i overcome it. I just hope it will be sooner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I was able to sleep around 2:15 am but woke up about 5am. I dunno why, but after I woke up I wasnt able to sleep again. I was supposed to wake up at 7:20 but it just didnt happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 6:30 i have started playing the christmas songs i have recorded in my phone... I just love playing it cuz i want to feel the Christmas season eventhough I am away from my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a bath at 8:10. I was actually waiting outside the bathroom around 7:45 because unfortunately someone was using it before i came in. I am quite pissed off because i was waiting for quite a long time...and yeah.. i was not wrong.. she was the lady who doesnt care if someone waits to use the bathroom.. I just hate her because for 3 consecutive days she went to the bathroom ahead of me and I have to wait for long boring time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came in the office on time...work, work, eat, and write this journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really bored now I am counting the hours left before going back at home...I still have 1 hour and 10 minutes... How I wish I have had a time machine and fat forward the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is enough for this day.. till tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless to all of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116618575384526461?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116618575384526461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116618575384526461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116618575384526461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116618575384526461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116471354814499832</id><published>2006-11-28T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:47:05.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia : Name it!</title><content type='html'>accidents&lt;br /&gt;dystychiphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;machinery&lt;br /&gt;mechanophobia&lt;br /&gt;ageing&lt;br /&gt;gerascophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madness&lt;br /&gt;maniaphobia (see also insanity)&lt;br /&gt;air sickness&lt;br /&gt;aeronausiphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magic&lt;br /&gt;rhabdophobia (see also beaten, being)&lt;br /&gt;air (fresh), draughts&lt;br /&gt;aerophobia (see also flying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making changes or moving&lt;br /&gt;trophophobia&lt;br /&gt;alcohol&lt;br /&gt;methyphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things&lt;br /&gt;polyphobia&lt;br /&gt;alcohol (drinking)&lt;br /&gt;dipsophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage&lt;br /&gt;gamophobia&lt;br /&gt;alone (being) or oneself or loneliness&lt;br /&gt;autophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;materialism&lt;br /&gt;hylephobia (see also woods)&lt;br /&gt;amphibians, such a frogs, toads, newts, salamanders, etc&lt;br /&gt;batrachophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meat&lt;br /&gt;carnophobia&lt;br /&gt;amnesia&lt;br /&gt;amnesiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medicine (taking)&lt;br /&gt;pharmacophobia&lt;br /&gt;animals&lt;br /&gt;zoophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;mnemophobia&lt;br /&gt;animals (wild)&lt;br /&gt;agrizoophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men&lt;br /&gt;androphobia&lt;br /&gt;angry (becoming)&lt;br /&gt;angrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meningitis&lt;br /&gt;meningitophobia&lt;br /&gt;animal skin, fur&lt;br /&gt;doraphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menstruation&lt;br /&gt;menophobia&lt;br /&gt;ants&lt;br /&gt;Pmyrmecophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mercuruial medicines&lt;br /&gt;hydrargyophobia&lt;br /&gt;asymmetrical things&lt;br /&gt;asymmetriphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metal&lt;br /&gt;metallophobia&lt;br /&gt;ataxia&lt;br /&gt;ataxiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meteors&lt;br /&gt;meteorophobia&lt;br /&gt;atomic energy&lt;br /&gt;nucleomitophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mice&lt;br /&gt;musophobia&lt;br /&gt;atomic explosions&lt;br /&gt;atomosophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;microbes&lt;br /&gt;microbiophobia&lt;br /&gt;attack&lt;br /&gt;scelerophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind&lt;br /&gt;psychophobia&lt;br /&gt;auroral lights&lt;br /&gt;auroraphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirrors&lt;br /&gt;catoptrophobia&lt;br /&gt;automobiles&lt;br /&gt;motorphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missiles&lt;br /&gt;ballistrophobia (see also bullets)&lt;br /&gt;bad mens, burglars&lt;br /&gt;scelerophibia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mites, ticks&lt;br /&gt;acarophobia&lt;br /&gt;bacteria&lt;br /&gt;bacillophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mole rat (great)&lt;br /&gt;zemmiphobia&lt;br /&gt;bald (becoming)&lt;br /&gt;phalacrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money (touching)&lt;br /&gt;chrematophobia&lt;br /&gt;baldness&lt;br /&gt;peladophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monsters (or giving birth to monster)&lt;br /&gt;teratophobia&lt;br /&gt;bathing&lt;br /&gt;bathophobia (see also depth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moon&lt;br /&gt;selenophobia&lt;br /&gt;beards&lt;br /&gt;pogonophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;pentheraphobia&lt;br /&gt;beaten (being)&lt;br /&gt;rhabdophobia (see also magic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moths&lt;br /&gt;mottephobia&lt;br /&gt;bed (going to)&lt;br /&gt;clinophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motion or movement&lt;br /&gt;kinesophobia&lt;br /&gt;bees&lt;br /&gt;apiphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motor vehicles&lt;br /&gt;motophobia&lt;br /&gt;beggars&lt;br /&gt;hobophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mushroom (aversion to)&lt;br /&gt;mycophobia&lt;br /&gt;bearing a deformed child or deformed people&lt;br /&gt;teratophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;musicophobia&lt;br /&gt;being evaluated negatively in social situations&lt;br /&gt;social phobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myths, stories and lying&lt;br /&gt;mythophobia&lt;br /&gt;bicycles&lt;br /&gt;ornithophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name (a particular name or word)&lt;br /&gt;onomatophobia&lt;br /&gt;birds&lt;br /&gt;melanophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narrowness&lt;br /&gt;anginaphobia&lt;br /&gt;black (colour)&lt;br /&gt;scotomaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needles&lt;br /&gt;enetophobia&lt;br /&gt;blindness in visual field&lt;br /&gt;cyclophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needles, pins&lt;br /&gt;belonephobia&lt;br /&gt;blood&lt;br /&gt;hemaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blushing&lt;br /&gt;erythrophobia (see also red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new things or ideas&lt;br /&gt;cenophobia or centophobia&lt;br /&gt;body odour&lt;br /&gt;bromhidrosiphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;noctiphobia&lt;br /&gt;bogies or the bogeyman&lt;br /&gt;bogyphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noise&lt;br /&gt;acoustiphobia&lt;br /&gt;Bolsheviks&lt;br /&gt;Bolshephobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nosebleeds&lt;br /&gt;epistaxiophobia&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;bibliophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;novelty, newness&lt;br /&gt;cainophobia&lt;br /&gt;bound (being) or tied up&lt;br /&gt;merinthophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuclear weapons&lt;br /&gt;nucleomituphobia&lt;br /&gt;bowel movements (painful)&lt;br /&gt;defecaloesiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain disease&lt;br /&gt;meningitophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numbers&lt;br /&gt;arithmophobia&lt;br /&gt;bridges (crossing)&lt;br /&gt;gephyrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 13&lt;br /&gt;triskaidekaphobia&lt;br /&gt;buildings (high)&lt;br /&gt;batophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objects (large)&lt;br /&gt;megalophobia&lt;br /&gt;bullets&lt;br /&gt;ballistophobia (see also missiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objects (pointed)&lt;br /&gt;aichmophobia&lt;br /&gt;bulls&lt;br /&gt;taurophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objects (sacred)&lt;br /&gt;hierophobia&lt;br /&gt;buried alive (being)&lt;br /&gt;taphephobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objects (small)&lt;br /&gt;tapinophobia&lt;br /&gt;cancer&lt;br /&gt;carcinomophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objects (at the right side of the body)&lt;br /&gt;dextrophobia&lt;br /&gt;cats&lt;br /&gt;ailurophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odour (one that has vile)&lt;br /&gt;autodysomophobia&lt;br /&gt;Celts, Celtic&lt;br /&gt;Celtophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old (growing)&lt;br /&gt;gerascophobia&lt;br /&gt;cemeteries&lt;br /&gt;coimetrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old (people)&lt;br /&gt;gerontophobia&lt;br /&gt;certain places&lt;br /&gt;topophobia (see also performing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open spaces, crowded public places like markets, leaving a safe place&lt;br /&gt;agoraphobia&lt;br /&gt;challenges to official doctrine or of radical deviation&lt;br /&gt;heresyphobia or hereiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opinions (others')&lt;br /&gt;allodoxaphobia&lt;br /&gt;changes&lt;br /&gt;metathesiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;sexophobia&lt;br /&gt;changes (making)&lt;br /&gt;tropophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otters&lt;br /&gt;lutraphobia&lt;br /&gt;chemicals or working with chemicals&lt;br /&gt;chemophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outer space&lt;br /&gt;spacephobia&lt;br /&gt;chickens&lt;br /&gt;alektorophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overworking&lt;br /&gt;ponophobia&lt;br /&gt;childbirth or pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;tocophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;algophobia&lt;br /&gt;China, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Sinophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper&lt;br /&gt;papyrophobia&lt;br /&gt;chins&lt;br /&gt;geniophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parasites&lt;br /&gt;parasitophobia&lt;br /&gt;choking or of being smothered&lt;br /&gt;pnigophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents-in-law&lt;br /&gt;soceraphobia&lt;br /&gt;cholera&lt;br /&gt;cholerophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth&lt;br /&gt;arachibutyrophobia&lt;br /&gt;clocks&lt;br /&gt;chronomentrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pellagra&lt;br /&gt;pellagrophobia&lt;br /&gt;clothes&lt;br /&gt;vestiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clouds&lt;br /&gt;nephophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clowns&lt;br /&gt;coulrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;anthropophobia (see also society)&lt;br /&gt;church&lt;br /&gt;ecclesiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performing (stagefright)&lt;br /&gt;topophobia (see also places (certain))&lt;br /&gt;coitus&lt;br /&gt;coitophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persons with amputations&lt;br /&gt;apotemnophobia&lt;br /&gt;cold&lt;br /&gt;cheimaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;philosophy, philosophers&lt;br /&gt;philosophobia&lt;br /&gt;colours&lt;br /&gt;chromophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phobias&lt;br /&gt;phobophobia&lt;br /&gt;comets&lt;br /&gt;cometophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physical injury&lt;br /&gt;traumatophobia (see also war)&lt;br /&gt;complex scientific or (Greek) terms&lt;br /&gt;Hellenologophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pins, needles&lt;br /&gt;belonephobia&lt;br /&gt;computers&lt;br /&gt;computerphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;places (certain)&lt;br /&gt;topophobia (see also performing)&lt;br /&gt;constipation&lt;br /&gt;coprostasophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;places (steep)&lt;br /&gt;cremnophobia&lt;br /&gt;contagious (being)&lt;br /&gt;tapinophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plants&lt;br /&gt;botanophobia&lt;br /&gt;cooking&lt;br /&gt;mageirocophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleasure&lt;br /&gt;hedonophobia&lt;br /&gt;cosmic&lt;br /&gt;kosmikophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poetry&lt;br /&gt;metrophobia&lt;br /&gt;crossing streets&lt;br /&gt;agiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointed objects&lt;br /&gt;aichmophobia&lt;br /&gt;crowded rooms&lt;br /&gt;koinoniphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poison or of being accidently poisoned&lt;br /&gt;toxiphobia&lt;br /&gt;crowds&lt;br /&gt;demophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poisons&lt;br /&gt;iophobia (see also rust)&lt;br /&gt;crucifixes or crosses&lt;br /&gt;staurophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poliomyelitis (contracting)&lt;br /&gt;poliosophobia&lt;br /&gt;crystals or glass&lt;br /&gt;crystallophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politicians or abnormal dislike&lt;br /&gt;politicophobia&lt;br /&gt;dampness, liquids or moisture&lt;br /&gt;hygrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pope&lt;br /&gt;papaphobia&lt;br /&gt;dancing&lt;br /&gt;chorophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poverty&lt;br /&gt;peniaphobia&lt;br /&gt;darkness&lt;br /&gt;nyctophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precipices&lt;br /&gt;cremnophobia&lt;br /&gt;dawn&lt;br /&gt;eosophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progress&lt;br /&gt;prosophobia&lt;br /&gt;daylight&lt;br /&gt;phengophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;property&lt;br /&gt;orthophobia&lt;br /&gt;death, corpses&lt;br /&gt;necrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decaying matter&lt;br /&gt;septophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pseudo-rabies&lt;br /&gt;kynophobia (see also rabies)&lt;br /&gt;decisions (making)&lt;br /&gt;decidophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punishment&lt;br /&gt;poinephobia&lt;br /&gt;defecation (painful)&lt;br /&gt;defecalgesiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple&lt;br /&gt;porphyrophobia&lt;br /&gt;deformity&lt;br /&gt;dysmorphophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rabies&lt;br /&gt;hydrophobia (see also pseudo-rabies)&lt;br /&gt;demons, goblins&lt;br /&gt;bogyphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radiation, X-rays&lt;br /&gt;radiophobia&lt;br /&gt;dentists&lt;br /&gt;dentophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;railways&lt;br /&gt;siderodromophobia&lt;br /&gt;dependence on others&lt;br /&gt;soteriophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain&lt;br /&gt;ombrophobia&lt;br /&gt;depth&lt;br /&gt;bathophobia (see also bathing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devils, evil spirits&lt;br /&gt;demonophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;erythrophobia (see also blushing)&lt;br /&gt;diabetes&lt;br /&gt;diabetophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relatives&lt;br /&gt;syngenesophobia&lt;br /&gt;dining, dinner conversation&lt;br /&gt;deipnophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;religious ceremonies&lt;br /&gt;teletophobia&lt;br /&gt;dirt, germs&lt;br /&gt;mysophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reptiles or creepy, crawly things&lt;br /&gt;herpetophobia&lt;br /&gt;dirt (on oneself)&lt;br /&gt;automysophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responsibility&lt;br /&gt;hypengyophobia&lt;br /&gt;disease&lt;br /&gt;bisiogibua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridicule&lt;br /&gt;katagelophobia&lt;br /&gt;disease (hereditary)&lt;br /&gt;patriophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riding in vehicles&lt;br /&gt;amaxophobia&lt;br /&gt;disease, illness&lt;br /&gt;pathophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right-hand side of the body (objects on)&lt;br /&gt;dextrophobia&lt;br /&gt;disease (particular)&lt;br /&gt;monopathophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rivers or running water&lt;br /&gt;potamophobia&lt;br /&gt;disease (rectal or rectum)&lt;br /&gt;proctophobia or rectophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robbers&lt;br /&gt;harpaxophobia&lt;br /&gt;disease (skin)&lt;br /&gt;dermatosiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rooms (empty)&lt;br /&gt;kenophobia&lt;br /&gt;dizziness or whirlpools&lt;br /&gt;dinophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rooms (crowded)&lt;br /&gt;koinoniphobia&lt;br /&gt;doctors&lt;br /&gt;iatrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruin or ruins&lt;br /&gt;atephobia&lt;br /&gt;dogs&lt;br /&gt;cynophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia, Russian&lt;br /&gt;Russophobia&lt;br /&gt;dolls and children&lt;br /&gt;pedophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rust&lt;br /&gt;iophobia (see also poisons)&lt;br /&gt;double vision&lt;br /&gt;diplopiaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacred objects or priests&lt;br /&gt;hierophobia&lt;br /&gt;draughts, fresh air, air swallowing&lt;br /&gt;aerophobia (see also flying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saints&lt;br /&gt;hagiophobia&lt;br /&gt;draughts, winds&lt;br /&gt;anemophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan&lt;br /&gt;Satanophobia&lt;br /&gt;dreams&lt;br /&gt;oneirophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scabies&lt;br /&gt;scabiophobia&lt;br /&gt;dreams (wet)&lt;br /&gt;oneirogmophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school (of going to)&lt;br /&gt;didaskaleinophobia&lt;br /&gt;drink (usually alcohol)&lt;br /&gt;potophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scientific terms (complex) or Greek terms&lt;br /&gt;Hellenologophobia&lt;br /&gt;drugs&lt;br /&gt;pharmacophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratched (being)&lt;br /&gt;amychophobia&lt;br /&gt;drugs (new)&lt;br /&gt;neopharmaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sea&lt;br /&gt;thalassophobia&lt;br /&gt;dryness&lt;br /&gt;xerophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spermatophobia&lt;br /&gt;dust&lt;br /&gt;amathophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sermons&lt;br /&gt;homilophobia&lt;br /&gt;Dutch&lt;br /&gt;dutchphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duty or responsibility (neglect of)&lt;br /&gt;paralipophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electricity&lt;br /&gt;electrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emetics, vomiting&lt;br /&gt;emetophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty rooms/spaces or voids&lt;br /&gt;kenophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enclosed spaces&lt;br /&gt;clithrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shadows&lt;br /&gt;sciophobia&lt;br /&gt;England, English&lt;br /&gt;Anglophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shellfish&lt;br /&gt;ostraconophobia&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;panophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shock&lt;br /&gt;hormephobia&lt;br /&gt;evil spirits, devils&lt;br /&gt;demonophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin&lt;br /&gt;hamartophobia&lt;br /&gt;excrement&lt;br /&gt;coprophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;single (staying)&lt;br /&gt;anuptaphobia&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;ommatophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting down&lt;br /&gt;thaasophobia&lt;br /&gt;eyes (opening one's)&lt;br /&gt;optophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting still&lt;br /&gt;cathisophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skin lesions&lt;br /&gt;dermatophobia&lt;br /&gt;fabrics (particular)&lt;br /&gt;textophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skin disease&lt;br /&gt;dermatosiophobia&lt;br /&gt;failure or defeat&lt;br /&gt;kakorrhaphiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slavs, Slavic&lt;br /&gt;Slavophobia&lt;br /&gt;fat (becoming)&lt;br /&gt;obesophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;somniphobia&lt;br /&gt;fatigue&lt;br /&gt;kopophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slime&lt;br /&gt;blennophobia&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;br /&gt;phobophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small objects&lt;br /&gt;tapinophobia&lt;br /&gt;feathers (tickled by)&lt;br /&gt;pteronophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smells&lt;br /&gt;olfactophobia&lt;br /&gt;fecal matter&lt;br /&gt;scatophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snakes&lt;br /&gt;ophidiophobia&lt;br /&gt;feces&lt;br /&gt;coprophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow&lt;br /&gt;chionophobia&lt;br /&gt;fever&lt;br /&gt;pyrexiphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society or people in general&lt;br /&gt;anthropophobia&lt;br /&gt;figure 8&lt;br /&gt;octophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solitude&lt;br /&gt;autophobia&lt;br /&gt;filth&lt;br /&gt;rhypophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sourness&lt;br /&gt;acerophobia&lt;br /&gt;fire&lt;br /&gt;pyrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;space (outer)&lt;br /&gt;spacephobia&lt;br /&gt;firearms&lt;br /&gt;hoplophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spaces (enclosed)&lt;br /&gt;clithrophobia&lt;br /&gt;fish&lt;br /&gt;chthyphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spaces (open)&lt;br /&gt;agoraphobia&lt;br /&gt;flashes of light&lt;br /&gt;selaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking&lt;br /&gt;laliohobia or lalophobia&lt;br /&gt;flavours&lt;br /&gt;geumophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking aloud&lt;br /&gt;phonophobia&lt;br /&gt;floods&lt;br /&gt;antlophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spectres&lt;br /&gt;spectrophobia&lt;br /&gt;flowers&lt;br /&gt;anthophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speed&lt;br /&gt;tachophobia&lt;br /&gt;flutes&lt;br /&gt;aulophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiders&lt;br /&gt;arachnophobia&lt;br /&gt;flying&lt;br /&gt;aerophobia (see also air (fresh), draughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stage fright&lt;br /&gt;topophobia (see also places (certain))&lt;br /&gt;fog&lt;br /&gt;homichlophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stairs, climbing or of falling down stairs&lt;br /&gt;climacophobia&lt;br /&gt;food or eating&lt;br /&gt;cibophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing&lt;br /&gt;stasiphobia&lt;br /&gt;foreigners or strangers&lt;br /&gt;xenophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing and walking&lt;br /&gt;stasibasiphobia&lt;br /&gt;forests&lt;br /&gt;hylophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars&lt;br /&gt;siderophobia&lt;br /&gt;forgotten (being), forgetting&lt;br /&gt;athazagoraphobia (see also ignored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying single&lt;br /&gt;anuptaphobia&lt;br /&gt;France, French&lt;br /&gt;Francophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stealing&lt;br /&gt;cleptophobia&lt;br /&gt;freedom&lt;br /&gt;eleutherophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepfather&lt;br /&gt;vitricophobia&lt;br /&gt;fresh air, draughts&lt;br /&gt;aerophobia (see also flying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepmother&lt;br /&gt;novercaphobia&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;paraskavedekatriaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stooping&lt;br /&gt;kyphophobia&lt;br /&gt;frost, ice, extreme cold&lt;br /&gt;cryophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stories, myths and lying&lt;br /&gt;mythophobia&lt;br /&gt;fur, animal skin&lt;br /&gt;doraphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streets (crossing)&lt;br /&gt;agiophobia&lt;br /&gt;gaiety&lt;br /&gt;cherohobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strings&lt;br /&gt;cnidophobia&lt;br /&gt;garlic&lt;br /&gt;alliumphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuttering&lt;br /&gt;psellismophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunlight&lt;br /&gt;heliophobia&lt;br /&gt;germs&lt;br /&gt;spermatophobia or spermophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surgery&lt;br /&gt;tomophobia&lt;br /&gt;Germany, Germans&lt;br /&gt;Germanophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swallowing or of eating or of being eaten&lt;br /&gt;phagophobia&lt;br /&gt;ghosts&lt;br /&gt;phasmophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;symbols&lt;br /&gt;symbolophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;symmetry&lt;br /&gt;symmetrophobia&lt;br /&gt;glass&lt;br /&gt;hyelophobia or hyalophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syphilis&lt;br /&gt;syphiliphobia&lt;br /&gt;goblins, demons&lt;br /&gt;bogyphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking tests&lt;br /&gt;testophobia&lt;br /&gt;God or religion&lt;br /&gt;theophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking&lt;br /&gt;laliophobia&lt;br /&gt;gold&lt;br /&gt;aurophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapeworms&lt;br /&gt;taeniophobia&lt;br /&gt;good news (hearing)&lt;br /&gt;euphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taste&lt;br /&gt;geumaphobia or geumophobia&lt;br /&gt;gravity&lt;br /&gt;barophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technology&lt;br /&gt;technophobia&lt;br /&gt;Greek (or complex scientific) terms&lt;br /&gt;Hellenologophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeth and dental surgery&lt;br /&gt;odontophobia&lt;br /&gt;hair&lt;br /&gt;chaetophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teleology&lt;br /&gt;teleophobia&lt;br /&gt;hair disease&lt;br /&gt;trichinophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telephones&lt;br /&gt;telephonophobia&lt;br /&gt;halloween&lt;br /&gt;samhainophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;termites, insects that eat wood&lt;br /&gt;isopterophobia&lt;br /&gt;heart attack&lt;br /&gt;angionophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests (taking)&lt;br /&gt;testophobia&lt;br /&gt;heart disease&lt;br /&gt;cardiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetanus (lockjaw)&lt;br /&gt;tetanophobia&lt;br /&gt;heat&lt;br /&gt;thermophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theatres&lt;br /&gt;theatrophobia&lt;br /&gt;heaven&lt;br /&gt;uranophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theology&lt;br /&gt;theologicophobia&lt;br /&gt;heights&lt;br /&gt;acrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thieves&lt;br /&gt;kleptophobia&lt;br /&gt;hell&lt;br /&gt;hadephobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking&lt;br /&gt;phronemophobia&lt;br /&gt;high buildings&lt;br /&gt;batophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thunder and lightning&lt;br /&gt;keraunophobia&lt;br /&gt;high places (looking up at)&lt;br /&gt;anablephobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ticks, mites&lt;br /&gt;acarophobia&lt;br /&gt;high places (open)&lt;br /&gt;aeroacrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;chronophobia&lt;br /&gt;home, house or being in a house&lt;br /&gt;domatophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toads, frogs&lt;br /&gt;batrachophobia&lt;br /&gt;home (returning to)&lt;br /&gt;nostophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tombstones&lt;br /&gt;placophobia&lt;br /&gt;homophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching, being touched&lt;br /&gt;aphephobia&lt;br /&gt;horses&lt;br /&gt;hippophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching money&lt;br /&gt;chrematophobia&lt;br /&gt;hospitals&lt;br /&gt;nosocomephobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trains, railroads or train travel&lt;br /&gt;siderodromophobia&lt;br /&gt;hurricanes &amp;amp; tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;lilapsophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travel&lt;br /&gt;hodophobia&lt;br /&gt;hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;hypnophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trembling&lt;br /&gt;tremophobia&lt;br /&gt;ice, frost&lt;br /&gt;cryophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trees&lt;br /&gt;dendrophobia&lt;br /&gt;ideas&lt;br /&gt;ideophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trichinosis&lt;br /&gt;trichinohobia&lt;br /&gt;ignored (being)&lt;br /&gt;athazagoraphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuberculosis&lt;br /&gt;phthisiophobia&lt;br /&gt;illness, disease&lt;br /&gt;pathophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyrants&lt;br /&gt;tyrannophobia&lt;br /&gt;immobility (of a joint)&lt;br /&gt;ankylophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugliness&lt;br /&gt;cacophobia&lt;br /&gt;imperfection&lt;br /&gt;atelophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undressing (in front of someone)&lt;br /&gt;dishabillophobia&lt;br /&gt;infection&lt;br /&gt;molysomophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untidiness&lt;br /&gt;ataxiophobia&lt;br /&gt;infinity&lt;br /&gt;apeirophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urine or urinating&lt;br /&gt;urophobia&lt;br /&gt;injections&lt;br /&gt;trypanophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaccination, vaccines&lt;br /&gt;vaccinophobia&lt;br /&gt;injury (physical)&lt;br /&gt;traumatophobia (see also war)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vegetables&lt;br /&gt;lachanophobia&lt;br /&gt;insanity&lt;br /&gt;lyssophobia (see also madness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vehicles, riding in&lt;br /&gt;amaxophobia&lt;br /&gt;insects&lt;br /&gt;entomophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venereal disease&lt;br /&gt;cypridophobia&lt;br /&gt;insect stings&lt;br /&gt;cnidophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, wax statues : anything that falsely represents a sentient being&lt;br /&gt;automatonophobia&lt;br /&gt;itching or of the insects that cause itching&lt;br /&gt;acarophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vertigo or feeling dizzy when looking down&lt;br /&gt;illyngophobia&lt;br /&gt;Japan, Japanese&lt;br /&gt;Japanophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealousy&lt;br /&gt;zelophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vision (double)&lt;br /&gt;diplophobia&lt;br /&gt;Jews, Judaism&lt;br /&gt;Judaeophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vomiting, emetics&lt;br /&gt;emetophobia&lt;br /&gt;jumping (from both high and low places)&lt;br /&gt;jcatapedaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking&lt;br /&gt;basiphobia&lt;br /&gt;justice&lt;br /&gt;dikephobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking and standing&lt;br /&gt;stasibasiphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walloons&lt;br /&gt;walloonphobia&lt;br /&gt;knees&lt;br /&gt;genuphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war&lt;br /&gt;traumatophobia (see also injury (physical)) ablutophobia&lt;br /&gt;kidney desease&lt;br /&gt;albuminurophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washing oneself&lt;br /&gt;ablutophobia&lt;br /&gt;knowledge&lt;br /&gt;epistemophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasps&lt;br /&gt;spheksophobia&lt;br /&gt;lakes&lt;br /&gt;limnophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasting sickness&lt;br /&gt;tabophobia&lt;br /&gt;large objects&lt;br /&gt;megalophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;hydrophobia&lt;br /&gt;laughter&lt;br /&gt;gelophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waves (sea), of wavelike motion&lt;br /&gt;cymophobia&lt;br /&gt;lawsuits&lt;br /&gt;liticaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weakness or fainting&lt;br /&gt;asthenophobia&lt;br /&gt;learning&lt;br /&gt;sophophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight (gaining)&lt;br /&gt;obesophobia or pocrescophobia&lt;br /&gt;lefthanded, things to the left&lt;br /&gt;sinistrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wealth&lt;br /&gt;plutophobia&lt;br /&gt;left hand side of the body (objects on)&lt;br /&gt;levophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white (colour)&lt;br /&gt;leukophobia&lt;br /&gt;leprosy&lt;br /&gt;leprophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wine&lt;br /&gt;oenophobia&lt;br /&gt;lice&lt;br /&gt;pediculophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;witches and witchcraft&lt;br /&gt;wiccaphobia&lt;br /&gt;light&lt;br /&gt;photophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women&lt;br /&gt;gynaephobia&lt;br /&gt;light (flashes of)&lt;br /&gt;selaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women (beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;venustaphobia&lt;br /&gt;lightning&lt;br /&gt;astraphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woods&lt;br /&gt;hylephobia (see also materialism)&lt;br /&gt;lights (glaring)&lt;br /&gt;photaugiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooden objects&lt;br /&gt;xylophobia&lt;br /&gt;lights (northern)&lt;br /&gt;auroraphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work or functioning/surgeon's fear of operating&lt;br /&gt;ergasiophobia&lt;br /&gt;locked in (being), confined spaces&lt;br /&gt;claustrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worms&lt;br /&gt;scoleciphobia&lt;br /&gt;long waits&lt;br /&gt;macrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worms (being infested with)&lt;br /&gt;helminthophobia&lt;br /&gt;looked at (being)&lt;br /&gt;scopophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrinkles (getting)&lt;br /&gt;rhytiphobia&lt;br /&gt;love (falling or being in)&lt;br /&gt;philophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing&lt;br /&gt;graphophobia&lt;br /&gt;love play&lt;br /&gt;malaxophobia (sarmassophobia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing (in public)&lt;br /&gt;scriptophobia&lt;br /&gt;lying, myths and stories&lt;br /&gt;mythophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrongdoing&lt;br /&gt;peccatiphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-rays, radiation&lt;br /&gt;radiophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow (colour or the word)&lt;br /&gt;xanthophobia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116471354814499832?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116471354814499832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116471354814499832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116471354814499832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116471354814499832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2006/11/phobia-name-it.html' title='Phobia : Name it!'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116471327459709329</id><published>2006-11-28T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:27:54.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote 3</title><content type='html'>" The book of life begins with a man and a woman in a garden; it ends with revelations"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116471327459709329?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116471327459709329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116471327459709329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116471327459709329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116471327459709329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2006/11/quote-3.html' title='Quote 3'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116411607842413325</id><published>2006-11-21T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T05:34:38.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Trip to Iran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4219/4176/1600/kish%20air.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4219/4176/320/kish%20air.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4219/4176/1600/kish%20air.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be flying from Dubai to Kish in Iran. I hope and I pray that I will have a happy and safe trip knowing that I will be riding a Fokker 50 Kish Air which scares me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kish is a freezone Island which is part of the Islamic Republic of Iran. I have been there thrice already and I'm coming back again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goog luck and God Bless to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116411607842413325?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116411607842413325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116411607842413325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116411607842413325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116411607842413325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-trip-to-iran.html' title='Another Trip to Iran'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116403157101646346</id><published>2006-11-20T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T05:23:39.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations</title><content type='html'>"I can resist everything except temptations"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116403157101646346?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116403157101646346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116403157101646346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116403157101646346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116403157101646346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2006/11/temptations.html' title='Temptations'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37708787.post-116403149366269559</id><published>2006-11-20T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T05:24:06.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>"I have very simple tastes, I am always satisfied with the very best"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37708787-116403149366269559?l=gpsantillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/feeds/116403149366269559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37708787&amp;postID=116403149366269559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116403149366269559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37708787/posts/default/116403149366269559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpsantillan.blogspot.com/2006/11/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Glen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqa_Qd-4PYM/TksWT-E8P1I/AAAAAAAADZo/uP-mOZ48xq4/s220/escapemanila3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
