<?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-9657107</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:42:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=RyanSeth= 's ZoNe</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my zone, I will post stories I wrote, my mood, my poems and my daily experience here.

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Thank You, please do always come back.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanseth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9657107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanseth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RyanSeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364239999968209292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9657107.post-110329860558761963</id><published>2004-12-17T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T23:50:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coke We Share: Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: Suspects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You saw me with our school’s most handsome tom boy yesterday right?”&lt;/em&gt; Valen move her chair closer to me, before the first class start to ask me about it. That time is still quite early. Only about 7:05am and our class starts at 7:35am. She was always early I guess because Kenny told me that she came to school by school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came early to school also because my dad has to go to the office earlier today. Therefore me and my bro are being drag to school so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I look at her nervously asking then I put my head to the table and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Heiya, I am talking to you, wake up~~!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, she can shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Cut it out, you are noisy. I been up late last night you know. Yawn~~~ yeah yeah I saw you with that “guy” so?”&lt;/em&gt; I half yawning and half answering her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Can you don’t tell anyone about it? If not…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If not what? Murder me? Anyway you are killing me by not letting me sleep now.”&lt;/em&gt; I still was laying down my upper body to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Anyway, sooner or later you will still be spotted by other guys from our school. Especially those girls who bullied you remember?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No they will not spot me, I don’t think I will ever go out with that tom boy again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Haha, why? Scare that he rapes you?”&lt;/em&gt; I sarcastically say because she is really killing my mind by not letting me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…some stupid guy thought me a stupid useless lesson yesterday…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…”&lt;/em&gt; I just kept silent. Thinking that she took my advice, it is very nice. I am kind of happy for her. Glad…but why? Never mind that, I was too sleepy to be thinking anything by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“So you promised not to tell anyone? Why you keep yawning, making me sleepy also. Yawn~~”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Is not my fault, I slept almost about 1am in the morning last night.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Almost same time as me and please stop yawning, it is affecting me too. I online till about 1am also before I sleep you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yeah, same here too you know. Yawn~~”&lt;/em&gt; I said and then I kept quite all the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Shit, almost broke my cover again.”&lt;/em&gt; I think to my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You were online? Surfing dirty stuff as usual. Guys, all perverted pigs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If you think that advising you is dirty stuff then be it. Grrr!”&lt;/em&gt; I think silently trying not to argue, afraid the more I say the more I breaking up my cover.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Why are you keeping quite? Admitting you surf porn yesterday right? Good night, I want to have a short nap also.”&lt;/em&gt; Then she do the same as me slept on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I turn my face away from her, because this girl slept with her face facing mine. I might be staring into her face and I cant risking her seeing me blush in front of her. She looks gorgeous, even without full makeup like yesterday. Her lips are so seductive, like shining magic lights to me and hypnotizing me to kiss her there and then. However, before that, I heard her mumbling something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Guys are so pervert, where can be like what that stupid stranger say yesterday, be so true to look for a true love. What all guys look for are just our bodies to satisfy their desire…never….going to……….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day goes on like others until the school finish for today. I decided to join a drawing club that day so I went to the art room. All art club members are require to bring their own equipments. The art room only provides drawing racks and some stone crafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I just went around having a look at the art room that day and I saw the tom boy and Valen behind the corner of the art room. It wasn’t clear but I can roughly hear what they are talking about. Valen is explaining to “him” that she will not be “dating” him anymore. The tom boy started to be furious and started to be a bit forceful and dragging. So I decided to help her this time cause she listen to me the ole mighty “Part time Online Love Counselor”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out from where I was hiding and says: “Hi Valen, can you show me around where is the art room and the art club storeroom? I think I getting lost.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tom boy stunned and then “he” let go of Valen hand and stared at me, then back to Valen then walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Er…the art room is on your left and the art club storeroom on the ground floor of the opposite building from art room. Get it”&lt;/em&gt;. She explains to me seriously like I am really lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hahahaha, you can stop explaining now, cause I know where are those 2 places.”&lt;/em&gt; I laugh and walk away planning to go and fetch my brother now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Wait!”&lt;/em&gt; She ran up to me and I turn around then she stopped about a meter away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yah?”&lt;/em&gt; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You… you heard what me and that tom boy talked about just now?”&lt;/em&gt; She asks shyly and a bit of fear is on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nope, I didn’t heard much but enough and don’t worry about it. I saw “him” started to be forceful so I just….I donno, help you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw her bending down her head to the floor and staring there, seem like wanting to ask me something. I was also afraid she going to ask me is it me the Stranger. I sense that she was thinking about asking that too because she is sharp and my talking style are almost same as how I send my message in ICQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Kenny saw me and calls for me while he walking toward us, asking me to join him for a can of coke before going back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I quickly walk to him and wrestle him by the neck and drag him away to the cantina. Too bad Kenny talks too much because he said something really really going to blows my cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hey, why did you logoff ICQ after 10pm last night? I was going to ask if you saw her online or not….af…ter….11pm……”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk even faster before Kenny can finish his whole sentence. Hopefully Valen haven’t heard much of it. Too bad I sense that she heard something, and I can picture her standing behind us staring at me with surprise and doubt while I walk away clumsily dragging Kenny along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, think that I not going to be online as Stranger for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I really didn’t online as Stranger. I didn’t online at all. I just lay down on my bed thinking will she suspect anything. Will she be asking me tomorrow morning in class. What will I answer her, how do I come out an excuse to answer her. Thinking and thinking I suddenly remember how she looks like when she was in the Arcade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night before sleep, I felt the urge to have my first drawing title as Fallen Angel with her as my modal. I know I am not going to ask her to be my modal for real. However I will observe her and draw her out by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Then I suddenly thought that the reason I so attracted to her face and body is because of art, no likes and definitely not love or attraction between boys and girls. After awhile of “convincing” myself, I daze off into slumber land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I dreamt of the Fallen Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9657107-110329860558761963?l=ryanseth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanseth.blogspot.com/feeds/110329860558761963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9657107&amp;postID=110329860558761963' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9657107/posts/default/110329860558761963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9657107/posts/default/110329860558761963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanseth.blogspot.com/2004/12/coke-we-share-chapter-4.html' title='The Coke We Share: Chapter 4'/><author><name>RyanSeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364239999968209292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9657107.post-110329828028873695</id><published>2004-12-17T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T23:44:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coke We Share: Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Each day passes by slowly without her talking to me. The same goes with me. I and Kenny are being good friends, there are also some other friends that I make thanks to Kenny. However, Valen still doesn’t think that I am a friend for her. Again, same goes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, 3 weeks have pass since I first came to this new life. Things are settling down and there are not much left for me to adjust myself. So I went out with my brother to a shopping complex near by my brother school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            My brother and me started out at 11am and reach there about 12pm. We walked around first and had our lunch there. Xeny suggested that we went for a movie at 2:30pm show and before going in the cinema, we can go play at the arcade station at the same floor as the cinema. That sound fun and therefore I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. When I walked in the arcade center, I saw Valen. She is wearing a black spaghetti string T-shirt and I can even see her bra string, those nylon string types. Her T-shirt is a bit low cut in the middle and can see a bit of her cleavage. She is wearing a pair of tight blue color faded jeans and obviously she is wearing full makeup. Sexy and simple, so fine so radiant. However…she is not the Valen I know and I don’t think she is the Valen she really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Xeny, why don’t you go play first? I saw my friend and I talk to her awhile then I go find you ok?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sure. Give me the changed coins.”&lt;/em&gt;I handed him those coins and he walks away then I turn back to look at Valen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn’t seen me, because she is looking at one of those cars racing game screen. Standing behind the “driver” seat, seem like looking at her friend playing. Then I walk slowly behind her and nearer to see who is she looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless; the “driver” is a handsome guy, not so tall but very handsome indeed. Like those boys that are crafted out from those Oriental Mandarin Love Novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he done racing and got first place. Valen cry and holding him like a fair lovely lover birds. I tried to walk away but then I notice something. That handsome guy is from our school. He is very popular so Kenny actually pointed him to me one day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            However, in school…he is wearing girl school uniform. He is actually the most handsome TOM BOY in our school. It have had rumor that she is quite a lady killer, and a lot of our girls in school actually hook up with “him” before. Some even said that “he” made love with them before. Lesbian…and is Valen going to be one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valen and “him” turned and saw me. I was wearing all black that day. Long black baggy pants, black T-shirt and a black sleeveless jacket. We 3 look at each other for awhile and Valen’s eyes met mine. Guess she noticed my anger inside of me and then she pulls “him” out from the arcade center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole movie, I am feeling this anger in my chest. I was thinking how come someone like her can hate guys so much until state to go out with a girl? Is she really is lesbian? I don’t think so, if she really is, why not she go out with a beautiful girl instead of the most handsome TOM BOY? Is looks more to me like she really need a guy and the only “guy” which understand a girl heart is a girl who like to be a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I and my bro went back home and me not talking much. I went home online and saw Kenny is also online. I asked him for Valen ICQ’s UIN and he send it to me in a few second. Seem like he almost has everyone ICQ’s UIN in our whole form 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I created a new ICQ account then I add her to my list. Luckily she is not in authorized mode; therefore I can add her into my contact list. Then I see that she is not online so I enter some personal info into my new account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hrm… Nick Name let it be… Stranger. The rest all truth except for first name and last name left it blank then.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I am done with it, I gone offline for dinner and bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10pm at night, I online back again use my old ICQ account and message Kenny who is almost always online from after school till sleep. I asked him normally Valen what time online and what she always talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seth – The Chosen One): Kenny, what time Valen normally online and what she talks about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CyBerOBotiCA): Yo man, I haven’t actually message to her much, she is some what always not replying my message. When I ask her why replying so slow or not replying at all, she says she always surfing the net reading online novel. However, she always online mostly after 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seth – The Chosen One): Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I login to the new account and surf net for awhile waiting for her to come online. Just as soon as it is 11pm, “DingDong” Valen is online and her ICQ nick name is (Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+). I click up her personal info and before I went to read her “about” column, a system message came notifying me that Valen have added me to her list also. Then she messages me saying Hi, and then I reply her by asking her to wait a minute. She asked why and I say I am checking out her personal info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+   ‘s    about:&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Thousand hearts of girls like the angel from above.&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts have been broken by men from below.&lt;br /&gt;Cast all men to hell because they are devil,&lt;br /&gt;Bless all girls to heaven cause they are angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop sending angels to the game of devil call love.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem like Valen been really hurt a few times before, having such hatred for all guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for awhile and then wrote something in my personal info and updated it also.&lt;br /&gt;Then I message Valen to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger  ‘s  about:&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there is thousand of people playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;A game they call love and must have a winner and loser.&lt;br /&gt;Casting lies and tricks to become the winner.&lt;br /&gt;Banishing every loser to the depth of a sea call sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger will one day find a way for both players to be winner.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+): Impressive but childish, there is no true love in this world which can have 2 winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): then I will just have to play that game until the marriage state and still continue playing not wanting to win and not wanting to lose. If the other player does the same as me, there will have no end for the game. Then after both have died the game end with a happy ending draw. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+): You thought there will be someone like who will want to risk to be the loser and keep playing with you? That is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): There is me, so there will be someone like me. I will found her one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+): What is the odd? 1 out of a 10 million? LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): Nope. Even she is playing the game, I can show her that I am true therefore she will be touched and believe me. Then we will be playing that game forever till we die without wanting to win or lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+): Wake up man, you do like that then you better be a monk better cause no one gonna love you to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): Well, good Idea cause that is at least better than me being a gay. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+): What so wrong being a gay or lesbian?  &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): Nothing wrong, unless that person actually not born a lesbian but she was being hurt before and so she hates all guys therefore she choose to become a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+): All guys are evil, so do you. You are just lying about being so true so honest in wanting to find a true love. Don’t think that I will fall for that kind of crap you stupid liar. Kinder garden kids also know you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): Yup, kinder garden also will know this kind of lies. However, since I already know that this kind of lies is easily notice, why do I still telling you what I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+): ……That is because you are a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): A retard won’t be able to come out a counter poem as fast as me don’t they? LoL. The answer is because I am not lying and I am telling the truth. I rather people accuse me being childish, stupid and liar also I still want to say out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+): Then that makes you a crazy guy. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): Nope. I just don’t want to leave out any chances that there maybe someone out there is hoping to hear what I say and start to find their true love also like me. The more people begin this journey. The will be more happy ending there will be in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+): You are gonna lose more than everyone else and being hurt more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): So what? Is not like I never been hurt before. The pain makes me stronger, the sadness make me carry on searching for the one true happiness. What didn’t kill us makes us tougher. Because each pain I been through I will learn and grow up, become a real man and wait for my lady one day will be in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+): Sound like preparing for a battle instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): Yes, a battle to become the man that can bring her happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Andge//’s Hear+):……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): Is late now, better go sleep. If not you will be looking like a panda again. Ok? Sleep tight and don’t cry ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Br0kEN Ange//’s Hear+):Eh~!!!! “again”? Who are you, you are from my school?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, she is sharp. Almost broke my cover there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stranger): Me? I am just merely a stranger trying to comfort a fallen angel by sharing my foods for thoughts. Good night. Bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faster went offline before she can reply my message. Afraid that the more I say the more she will notice it is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then wash my face and went to bed. Lying on my bed I thought of how she looks like when I saw her in the arcade. After awhile I doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is indeed…looks like a fallen angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9657107-110329828028873695?l=ryanseth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanseth.blogspot.com/feeds/110329828028873695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9657107&amp;postID=110329828028873695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9657107/posts/default/110329828028873695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9657107/posts/default/110329828028873695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanseth.blogspot.com/2004/12/coke-we-share-chapter-3.html' title='The Coke We Share: Chapter 3'/><author><name>RyanSeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364239999968209292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9657107.post-110329714228384145</id><published>2004-12-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T23:25:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coke We Share: Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: My Name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hi”&lt;/em&gt; A guy who is sitting in front of me in class turn around and say to me. He looks like a cool guy, have a normal face but not bad looking. Guess he is a bit taller than me but overall he looks very friendly indeed and hyper active type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi”&lt;/em&gt; I reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a new guy here isn’t it? I haven’t seen you before all 2 years in my secondary school life.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“So you guess that I am from other school right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yup, cause most of the guys in school also I know them. I know almost every one same age as me in this school you know.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I will not be surprise, because you look friendly and sporty enough to have a lot of friends.”&lt;/em&gt; I say and I added. &lt;em&gt;”Maybe I should ask you to be my school guide someday when I get lost”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of we laugh, seem to me, this laugh already mark the start of a very valuable and strong friendship with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The name is Kenny, nice to meet you. Where were you from previously?”&lt;/em&gt; Kenny asked while he was stretching out his hand for a shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The name is Seth. I was from Summer Heart Boy’s school. You know which state it is in don’t you?”&lt;/em&gt; I answer while shaking his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ohya, the famous Summer Heart Boy’s School. Have the best secondary school football team in whole country.”&lt;/em&gt; Kenny says with a giggle. He is really knowledgeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Will you 2 there be quite? Madame Fat Ass is here.”&lt;/em&gt; Valen warning us and we quickly keep quite and ready for the class. Madame Fat Ass I guess meaning Madame Frances Archer who are going to teach us English Literature. She is very strict and also a bit bad temper, about the age of 45 I think reaching her menopause. That is why she is so strict and bad temper sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valen still haven’t talk to me since the day I first met her. It has been about 3 days now. However, I do notice that she already calm down. Not like yesterday I saw her having black eyes, and her eyes were a bit red like been crying whole night. Hope she will recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care? It’s not my business anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been my habit during recess time to buy 2 hotdog bread and a can of coke for my breakfast. I still went to the same place I met Valen to have my breakfast there. However, I found it strange of myself to buy 2 bread, mostly is because if Valen is there and she is going to ask for my food again. I will give her the whole bread, and I have whole bread for myself too. Is it because I am not full enough if only having half bread? That one I can be sure of. However… why do I just brought one can of coke instead of 2? Well, let say for now the coke is expensive. No matter what I do, Valen haven’t been there since that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valen never came that day also, but Kenny came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seth, you better come back to the class now, there is a big show going on there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh? What so big deal? Someone is having a fight?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can say that again, is Valen. You know her? She is the…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Before Kenny can finish his sentence, I was rushing back to the classroom without my breakfast or my coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way I wasn’t thinking anything, except one thing. Why? Why do I feel an urge to go see what happen to Valen. When I reach the door, I saw a few people are staying outside of the class and looking at the fight then I heard someone shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You bitch! How dare you talk bad about my boyfriend?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my way through the door and saw there is about 5 girls surrounding Valen and she has fallen on the floor in front of the class. One hand is supporting her body up and another is holding her cheek. She is looking furiously toward one of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            These girls are wearing the school uniform with the skirt length way too short than it should be. Their school uniforms also are not neatly wore; even some have their few top button of the shirt unbutton. Sexy and wild I must say but… I dislike. They are from 3S7, last class in form 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valen didn’t say anything, just staring furiously at one of the girl and then that girl shouted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“My boyfriend dumped you remember? Just because you get dump don’t blame it on other him being a 2 timer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valen still say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What are you looking at? Are you gonna bite me? Oooo I sooooo scare~~ someone help me please cos there is a BITCH wanting to bite me! Hahahahahaha”&lt;/em&gt; That girl laugh hysterically and the rest of her gang follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valen look down on the floor. Seem like she is giving up.&lt;br /&gt;The 5 girl left the class after awhile, and they left with a few “greetings” to Valen. They also had given her some warning too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Most of the students standing at the doors are gone; some of them went back their seat and prepare for class. Kenny still stands behind me. However, I am still standing in front of the class, looking down at Valen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few second of silent that seems like few minute. Valen stood up and ran out from the class. While she ran by, I can see she is crying with both her hand holding her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and I watched her ran out from the door. I told Kenny I am going after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hey, later is Madame Fat Ass class, sure yo….”&lt;/em&gt; Without listening to the whole sentence, I ran out following Valen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I figure that she will be at the tree at the back of the school. So I ran there hoping I can find her, and I did. She is still the same, crouching there with her head bending down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the first day, I went and sit down a bit away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do you want hotdog bread like last time?”&lt;/em&gt; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Go away. You should be in class, Leave me alone.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Well, I cant you see. I went back class so rush that I forgot to have my breakfast and my breakfast is beside you now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you don’t mind, can you pass me back my food?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Can…can I really have one of those hotdog?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this girl really likes to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ok sure, as you can see I got 2. The one on the right is yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank…how come you have 2 hotdogs? I remember you just brought 1 that day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…I was think that maybe I can eat both of them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Liar, 2 hotdog with a can of coke, that will be lunch and not breakfast already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, ok. I am just afraid that you might be waiting here to have free breakfast from me and I have to share it with you again. That time I will be very hungry by noon so I rather buy 2 incase.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of silent… we are both thinking this conversation is going a bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…Are you meaning you are expecting me to cry everyday?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You did, didn’t you?” I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…how do you know? I am not a crying baby!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can see from you face everyday. Anyway, is Madame Fat Ass class now, so I think I should be crying also for skipping her class.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Then why are you here, go back. I don’t need you here; I don’t even know your name.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seth.” I reply short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Seth. Now you know my name, then I will be here…incase you need me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valen look at me, I have finished my bread and so does she. I look back at her and we are both silent, don’t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she breaks the silent by saying that she need to go toilet to wash her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there and waited, after about 5 minutes she came back. This time I notice that she is quite a cute and pretty girl. Her face is fair and maybe a bit pale with smooth skin, but her lips are fine and red like cherry, juicy and sparkling. I am amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Seth…Thanks.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to class a few minutes later after she left and being scolded by Madame Fat Ass. I told her that I have stomachache then only she allows me to go back to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valen is there but she is not looking at me. Seem like she is avoiding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny saw that situation and asked me what happen, and I just shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kept thinking what I said earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“My name is Seth. Now you know my name, then I will be here…incase you need me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9657107-110329714228384145?l=ryanseth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanseth.blogspot.com/feeds/110329714228384145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9657107&amp;postID=110329714228384145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9657107/posts/default/110329714228384145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9657107/posts/default/110329714228384145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanseth.blogspot.com/2004/12/coke-we-share-chapter-2.html' title='The Coke We Share: Chapter 2'/><author><name>RyanSeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364239999968209292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9657107.post-110327523070206645</id><published>2004-12-17T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:40:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coke We Share: Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: The First Coke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time I saw her. Valen is her name and she was about a head length shorter than me, slim and a bit thin. Valen has a shoulder length hair which is a bit curly at the tip. However, all this is not what I notice the most when I first saw her. During that time, I was coming in late from the teacher’s office. I was the new transfer student to this Saint Eve Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time I was standing in front of the door of the class, taking a breath to calm myself before going in. I was in boy’s school since I start schooling and this is the first time I enter to a mix school. Just before I walk into the class, someone pushed me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Valen, she walks straight up to the tallest guy who is chatting with a gang of handsome looking guy at the corner of the class. Not to mention he is also one of the best looking one. She shouted at him something about breaking her heart when he is dating her and another girl at the same time. First day in school already having to see this kind of drama act, guess my life here will not be that peaceful as I expect. Ignoring the soap opera, I went to the seat at the end of the class which is the nearest to the class exit. It doesn’t mean I am tall therefore I am sitting at the end of the class, just that I like my privacy. I suspect I have a kind of psychology illness about liking to put my self into enclose spaces. Just when I settle down my textbook on the table, &lt;strong&gt;BOOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bag was thrown to the seat beside me. It is not my style to bother about anything happening in the class, but this is way too rude to be taking up a seat. When I look to my left, I saw her. Sitting there covering her face in her cloth made bag which have this cute cat face on it. I wonder is she crying, but that is not my problem. Just hope she doesn’t cause trouble to me during class like getting in to an argument beside my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my peaceful days have ended I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class started like normal secondary school lesson all start off. I was lucky because there is no one who actually came to talk to me, because I couldn’t care less to talk to them anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute passes by like hours, until it was recess time. I can’t wait to see what food the cantina have that hopefully suit my taste and cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Excuse!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?” I say, when I turn around to see who is talking to me. It was Valen, standing about 8 O’clock direction. She was like staring at me and I can see a bit of disgust feeling in her eyes. That pisses me but I am not going to be angry because of a rude girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXCUSE ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Can you move your chair? You are blocking my way out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then slowly pull my chair and myself closer to the table. She can actually pass through but I guess she doesn’t even want to touch the chair of a guy I think. Therefore she “asked” me to move a bit. Guess that breaking up thing before the class still has effect on her. Big effect until she may hate all guys. However, that is not my problem either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the cantina is full of student and I can barely see any nice food. So I will have to buy hotdog bread and get a can of coke from the vending machine. It was too pack in cantina and so I decided to go find a place to sit down and have some peace and quite breakfast. I remember when my dad first brought me to make a round in this school the weekend before; I saw an area at the back part of the school got a very nice Umbrella Tree; at least that is what I call it. Under it there is a stone branch which looks a bit old but clean enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring the hotdog bread and the can of coke and went to that place. It is kind of far from the cantina but I soon found the place I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few steps away from the tree only I notice there is a girl sitting on the branch, or you can say she is crouching on it. Holding her knees up to her chest with her two hands and her head was bending down. I stood there for awhile and then I decided to go sit next beside her, is not that the whole branch is hers. The branch also is long enough for at least 4 persons to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down at the left end of the branch, and she was a bit to the right. I never look at her at all and start to drink my coke first. After a few sip of my coke, I put it down at a side and open up the plastic of my hotdog bread, then the girl talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Is that hotdog bread?”&lt;/em&gt; she says while she still remains crouching the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yeah. From the cantina.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Er…I am hungry, can you give me that? I will pay you back next time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t you go buy it yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I…I can’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why is that?”&lt;/em&gt; Then I added: &lt;em&gt;“Is it because you were crying and you don’t want to go to the cantina where everyone can see your face?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“How come you guys are such a smartass hole who thinks can handle everything&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HUH?!”&lt;/strong&gt; she shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess was correct, she is Valen. She is correct also, I am a smart-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Here.”&lt;/em&gt; I says while I handing her half of the hotdog bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Don’t want!&lt;/strong&gt; Why cant you guys all bastard can’t give everything to a girl must always give a portion of it? Treating us girls like baggers?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I am correct again about what I was thinking, she may start to hate all guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I don’t have the responsible to give you my food do you know that? I am giving you half of it because I sharing it with you. Sharing is not donating to you like you are a bagger. Plus I am not charging you any money for It., now take it or I will throw it away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She then silently take it from my hand and I can see her hands are small and have a very fair skin, I also notice that her hands are shivering. I guess maybe she was crying too much and too hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate each of our portions silently. She is now sitting on the branch, not crouching anymore. I can see that her eyes are red, so does her nose. Suddenly I felt pity for her, having to be broken up in the class in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I notice, she grabs my can of coke and drank some of it. I was looking at her while she was drinking it. It was an indirect kiss, and this careless or could I say stupid girl having no idea at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ah~~ that was nice, I almost choke you know. Thanks for the food and drink. I am Valen, class 3S2. How about you?” She says while handing me the coke with a smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You will know later on who I am.”&lt;/em&gt; I say while looking at the can of coke on my hand, I think I can see some very thin layer of lipstick on it. Then I think heard her saying &lt;em&gt;“hah?”&lt;/em&gt; then the bell rang representing the end of our recess time. Then she just say bye and ran off. Guess she doesn’t notice that I am that guy she “asked” to move his chair so that she the little queen can pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding that can of coke, I drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ah?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Valen surprise-ness escapes from her mouth when she saw me walk in from the back exit of the class. I just had a glance at her then I just sit down and prepare myself for class. Even though I am not looking at her, I can feel her eyes staring at me and I bet she sure look very surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t told her my name, but I guess I am not going to tell her anyway. Sees if she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After today classes have all ended, it is time to go back home. I was thinking if she was going to talk to me, it will be this time. However, most people will think, if she really wants to know my name. Why hasn’t she asked me during class? Well, for that question I think I know the answer. Valen is a tough girl, almost hated all guys maybe except her father or brothers. She is that kind of girl that won’t ever want to get hurt again and will turn to defense herself by staying away from the source of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her case, she will become cold. Very cold toward guys and maybe even become a lesbian one day. Psychology problem have no easy solution. A cold girl like her that started to hate almost every guy, will never ever shame herself by asking for a guy’s name. That is to prevent people saying that she is cheap, bitch or slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I just started school today; therefore there hasn’t been much planning about how I am going back home after school. I was studying in Summer Heart Boy’s school until I am in form 2. During the year end holiday of form 2, my mom was requested to transfer to this city to become the Head Nurse of a Infection control Department in the General Hospital. Luckily my dad was able to have a job here because there is a branch campus here from the university he was teaching in, yes my dad is a lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, me and my younger brother have to transfer to this city. My brother is 3 year younger than me. Studying in a school nearby of my current new school, about walking distant of 15min. Having us close to each other is my dad idea, so I can went to fetch him after school and take a bus home with him. Me and my brother Xeny had “practice” a few time before on how to go back home by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            As same as my school last time, the school main entrance is cramp with students. There are some of them waiting for bus, some busy push other student and try to get on the bus as quickly as they can. The rest of them are waiting for their parent to fetch or chatting and having fun. Yes, having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no fun for me today after school, all was left is my head thinking of how much fun I have everyday after school with my friends. Just like them playing, talking and having fun. Sigh, I have to start making friends but I don’t think that will work very well on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I am a quite guy, I hardly am able to go up to someone and introduce myself. I let fate decide who are going to be my friend. Therefore mostly I have only a few friends, but very close ones, which I am very proud to have. After about 10min I spend on my moment of grief, I headed to my brother school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9657107-110327523070206645?l=ryanseth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanseth.blogspot.com/feeds/110327523070206645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9657107&amp;postID=110327523070206645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9657107/posts/default/110327523070206645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9657107/posts/default/110327523070206645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanseth.blogspot.com/2004/12/coke-we-share-chapter-1.html' title='The Coke We Share: Chapter 1'/><author><name>RyanSeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364239999968209292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
