<?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-16150028</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:45:56.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MrsDiva</title><subtitle type='html'>"I drive nice, I live nice, I leave others impressed, and what makes it even better is how I stay dressed!"

What are you? A DIVA of course!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-113440521497180250</id><published>2005-12-12T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T11:33:47.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final</title><content type='html'>Over the summer I read a book called the color of water. This book was a requirement into the Kent State University. Although I did not like the fact of reading the book it came to be one of my favorites. This book is very touching and tells people a lot about society’s ways. It explains the things people are capable of in this cold, nasty, grim world. James says, “The world is full of evil”(McBride 45). I really agree with that because I do feel that if you are with your friends you look at people differently, and if you are rich you look down on people as if they are not equal to you. In this book James explains how he and his siblings lived in poverty, and how people would treat their mother when she was seen with her bi-racial children. He and his siblings never understood why their mother was different from every else’s mother. She never explained to them her childhood and she kept a lot of secrets from them. Although she appeared to be strange, she made sure that all of her children finished school and they all turned out to be very successful despite the fight that they put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McBride, James. The Color of Water: A Black Mans Tribute to His White Mother. New York: Berkley, 1996.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-113440521497180250?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/113440521497180250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=113440521497180250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113440521497180250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113440521497180250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/12/final.html' title='Final'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-113440282938512643</id><published>2005-12-12T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T10:53:49.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Research Project</title><content type='html'>A research project that I will like to take on sounds sort of weird. In fact I am not looking forward to a research project any time soon! But, since I have to be interested in one it would be how babies are born.  I would like to do a research paper on this because it seems interesting and I also plan on having a baby someday.  This would be a broad topic and there would also be a lot to learn about it.  Doing this research you would learn how a baby grows, when the baby is developing, how a baby is conceived, and how you determine the sex of a baby.  It would also be nice to know why doctors sometimes mess up on ultrasounds and give you the wrong sex of your baby. Although it may seem easy, but taking care of a baby is very hard.  I am not a mother but I do have a god daughter and have watched my nephew come into the world.  Baby sitting is even hard enough to me.  I know that in order for me to be a parent any time soon, preferably after college, I will have a lot of research to do and I will also have a lot of practice to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-113440282938512643?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/113440282938512643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=113440282938512643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113440282938512643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113440282938512643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/12/research-project.html' title='Research Project'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-113328569180451547</id><published>2005-11-29T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:34:52.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping/Fashion Expertise!</title><content type='html'>I would have to say that I am totally an expert in fashion.  In fact, I have even thought about changing my major to fashion but I don’t really think you can go far with that type of major.  I feel that I am a expert at this because everything I do evolves around fashion.  I love to shop, whenever and however as long as I have the money.  Lets just say thank God I don’t have a credit card because trust me it would be maxed to the limit.  I know where the best sales are and when to catch them.  I also know that at some stores they sale some of the same things I am very good at comparing prices, and remembering where I saw the lowest offered price.  It is good to shop at urban stores because the more you buy things the bigger discount you receive.  Everyone knows that coupons are great but there are other things you can do to save you money on shopping.  Signing up as a user on the store websites gives you lots of coupons and discounts in the mail and also when you shop on the internet.  Getting a frequent buyer card will save you money not only on a sale day but every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-113328569180451547?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/113328569180451547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=113328569180451547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113328569180451547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113328569180451547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/11/shoppingfashion-expertise.html' title='Shopping/Fashion Expertise!'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-113268245281695251</id><published>2005-11-22T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:00:52.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Degree</title><content type='html'>The major I have chosen to excel in is Business.  In business there are many of different types such as; accounting, management, finance, and a lot of others. I am not very sure what minor I am looking for, or even what exact field of business to go into but I do know that business is what best fits my description.  I love to be the boss of things, on top of things, or plan things out so that they will go smoothly.  In business I plan to work in a big corporation of some type, own some business in local areas, and I also would like to promote different things like CD’s and products from various companies.  I have dreamed of making slogans for cereal boxes, or clothing lines.  So basically you can see that I am a very hands on person.  I love for things to go exactly as planned and I love to get the spotlight.  With my business degree I am hoping for it to take me very far, perhaps on a long journey to stardom. &lt;br /&gt;    In my home town we only have one night club, when I get out of college I am hoping that me and an old time friend of mine will complete our dream by building a night club.  We figured that it would make huge profit.  A business degree can get you many of places.  Many always ask what kind of jobs can you come up with, with a business degree. Business is the background of all jobs; in fact it teaches you a lot of things other majors know.  So it has a large variety of job offers which makes it easier to fit a job description. &lt;br /&gt;     I am also interested in working for a college. Being a school audit is a tough job but I am willing to do anything that brings me the money.  I could also be a college professor, teaching something in my field.  Being a business major you have to stay on task and make sure that you keep your grades up. &lt;br /&gt;     According to recent statistics released by the U.S. Department of Education, 233,119 bachelor's degrees in business were awarded n 1997-98, up 6,486 over the year before.  Of all &lt;a href="http://www.aacsb.edu/publications/printnewsline/NL2001/wndoestats.asp#Undergraduate#Undergraduate"&gt;bachelor's degrees awarded&lt;/a&gt; in all disciplines in 1997-98, 19.6 percent were in business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-113268245281695251?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/113268245281695251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=113268245281695251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113268245281695251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113268245281695251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/11/business-degree.html' title='Business Degree'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-113224978366455015</id><published>2005-11-17T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:49:43.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coat Shopping Yayyyy!</title><content type='html'>The last thing that I went shopping for is a coat.  Although it may seem kind of easy but trust me it was not.  I went to a lot of stores looking for the perfect coat.  My mom always fusses at me because I take a long time, but like always parents just don’t understand.  I had to find something that I wouldn’t mind wearing for at least four months.  Everyone that I found was ugly or too expensive.  I ended up having to buy a very expensive coat which was plan anyway, but not my mothers.  Going shopping with me can be very hectic so please be cautious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-113224978366455015?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/113224978366455015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=113224978366455015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113224978366455015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113224978366455015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/11/coat-shopping-yayyyy.html' title='Coat Shopping Yayyyy!'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-113224973020689808</id><published>2005-11-17T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:49:20.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This year of 2005 has truly been a blessing.  Just like life I am also learning new things each day in school.  I love this type of atmosphere, and diversity.  I get lonely at times because I have my own dorm room, but I'd rather my own than to share.  Just like in high school you find find your true friends, but in college you really know who they are.  My family supports me and gives me a positive outlook on college. I know I am the one that should have the positive outlook, and although I do, they help me alot. College life is great, it lets you be more free, and you meet lots of new people from all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-113224973020689808?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/113224973020689808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=113224973020689808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113224973020689808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113224973020689808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/11/college-life.html' title='College Life!'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-113164585488293032</id><published>2005-11-10T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:51:41.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Color of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1573225789.01._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1573225789.01._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As an incoming freshman at Kent State University, I was required to read a book called &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1573225789/102-3105485-9864961?v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;amp;n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;The Color of Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Although I didn’t like the thought of it, but I am very glad I read that book. It was confusing at first but it was also too good to stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This books discusses about a boy and his family. He and his siblings never really understood why there mother was so weird. They were often embarresed about her because she wasn’t like the other kids in the neighborhood mothers. She was Jewish and all her kids were mixed. They never had any money and they often starved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really encourage you to read this book; that is why I don’t want to tell you everything. Always remember, “Never judge a book by its cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-113164585488293032?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1573225789/102-3105485-9864961?v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;v=glance' title='The Color of Water'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/113164585488293032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=113164585488293032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113164585488293032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113164585488293032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/11/color-of-water.html' title='The Color of Water'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-113098525871563730</id><published>2005-11-02T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:34:18.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2005!</title><content type='html'>What I did for Halloween, trust me is not interesting.  As a matter of fact, I don’t even know what I did.  Oh yes I do, I went to downtown Akron to this club called Harry Buffalo and I had a lot of fun.  Although it wasn’t intentionally for Halloween I still went, even though it would have been nice to stay at my school and go down town to Kent because I know now, what I never knew, that it really goes down in Kent for Halloween. But I know where I will be next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-113098525871563730?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/113098525871563730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=113098525871563730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113098525871563730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113098525871563730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-2005.html' title='Halloween 2005!'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-113098478939191447</id><published>2005-11-02T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T13:00:50.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place that Describes my Subculture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.charliecleveland.com/archives/hollywood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.charliecleveland.com/archives/hollywood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place that describes my subculture is Hollywood. This is a city where most stars stay at. This place describes my subculture because it is very glamorous and they have great parties, this is somewhere I would love to live. The whole style down there is totally me. They drive nice cars, and they have big gorgeous homes. They have loving families and lots of money. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-113098478939191447?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/113098478939191447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=113098478939191447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113098478939191447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/113098478939191447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/11/place-that-describes-my-subculture.html' title='A Place that Describes my Subculture!'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-112981764127399568</id><published>2005-10-20T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:15:42.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song that describes me!</title><content type='html'>The song that describes me and that would fit me into my subculture, it’s funny but its true would be “Real Big” by the Big Tymers.  I am a little spoiled I admit so it seems like everywhere I go I have to maintain an image.  This image has been with me since I can remember.  I have always looked dressed nice, in style, in other words I always out do people.  “Cars real big, rims real big, *&amp;%$ real big, everything real big”, and excerpt from the song.  Everything I do it is always better than what everybody else does who “try to do it big!”  It goes way back to middle school when if we didn’t have to wear uniforms we would talk about what we were going to where and I would always look the best.  I’m like one of the youngest of my friends so when everyone turned eighteen we all had fun and all but when I turned eighteen, I could have had my own show because I had a big sweet 18 birthday party and it was so much better than everyone’s birthday put together.  For prom everyone had to pick out dresses but they were on a budget, I didn’t have to be on a certain budget my dress cost $600 dollars.  Everyone said that my dress was beautiful, and that I always go all out for stuff.  So doing it way bigger than others is something that describes me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-112981764127399568?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/112981764127399568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=112981764127399568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112981764127399568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112981764127399568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/10/song-that-describes-me.html' title='A Song that describes me!'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-112861804096669454</id><published>2005-10-06T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:04:55.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To me literacy means....</title><content type='html'>Describing literacy should be pretty easy I guess.  Literacy is the ability to read and write.  It includes different kinds such as cultural, functional, academic, and critical.  To me they all play apart in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural literacy to me is knowing the simple things that are right and wrong in your culture.  Functional Literacy is basic knowledge like reading and taking notes or just doing simple stuff like filling out a survey.  Academic literacy is a major part to me because it is the base where you learn these different types of literacy it is also very basic such as passing a class in school.  Critical thinking is where you really put your mind to something, you think hard about.  Knowing these different types of literacy’s is very important to life as well applying them to your everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that you had to be very smart or something to be literate. I would think that any one who had a job, in school, or graduated is literate. In school they used to give literacy test, and I also hear people calling others illiterate.  It probably wasn’t until then, that I noticed that literacy is important.  If it wasn’t important then there would be no difference between elementary school reading and high school reading.  Middle school work would be the same as college work.  With that said, there are many different levels of literacy.  Some people cant write or spell as well as others but if you can at least talk, listen, or communicate with someone you are considered to be literate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-112861804096669454?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/112861804096669454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=112861804096669454' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112861804096669454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112861804096669454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-me-literacy-means.html' title='To me literacy means....'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-112844333420434398</id><published>2005-10-04T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T11:28:54.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka'Ress's Idol (American Idol)</title><content type='html'>My icon is someone that represents me. She is none the less a diva herself.  From her clothes to her makeup to the dance moves I acknowledge her.  Every since I can remember I have always thought she is what a woman should look like.  The lady keeps her body in shape and she is really toned.  She has all the qualities there is in a diva, her hair, her face, and mostly recognized for her voice, her name is Beyonce’ Knowles.  Many look up to her as someone they would want to be like.  She is my idol because she repects herself as well as others.  Beyonce’ is a beautiful young woman and she is very paid and that is how I see myself in just a short time.  When you idolize someone you should share the same qualities, and it should be positive that’s why I see myself being just like her. She is my idol, Beyonce’ Knowles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-112844333420434398?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/112844333420434398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=112844333420434398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112844333420434398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112844333420434398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/10/karesss-idol-american-idol.html' title='Ka&apos;Ress&apos;s Idol (American Idol)'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-112838426677645779</id><published>2005-10-03T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:04:26.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kelvenna/1034652853_opyouraver.gif" border="0" alt="Raver"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a.. RAVER! You have a love for bright&lt;br&gt;colors, a pulsing bass, and having the best&lt;br&gt;time possible. You love to go back to your&lt;br&gt;childhood roots and just act like a kid, or&lt;br&gt;dance the night away on the dance floor. Hey,&lt;br&gt;you only live once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kelvenna/quizzes/The%20Subculture%20Label%20Quiz/"&gt; The Subculture Label Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-112838426677645779?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/112838426677645779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=112838426677645779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112838426677645779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112838426677645779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/10/quiz-me.html' title='Quiz Me!'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-112801299656701974</id><published>2005-09-29T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:56:36.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My MIRROR infatuation!</title><content type='html'>Okay, it may sound weird but yes when I was five years old I was infatuated with mirrors. Why mirrors? I thought you’d ask but I can’t quite answer that question.  In fact, sometimes I still recap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I went to a store I would literally not leave without having a tantrum if someone didn’t buy me something with a mirror on it.  All through the day I would sit in front of a mirror and stare in it all day until I was forced to get out of it.  Sure I was a little weird but I got worse when my grandmother moved into a house with mirrors on the wall, I was in my fantasy zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at my great grandmother’s house I was staring into the mirrors for a long time, the next thing you know I was in an ambulance.  I guess looking in the mirror was starting to bore me so I decided to bang my head into it.  Unaware of the consequences, I had a big chunk of glass stuck in my head and on top of that I still have the scare in the middle of my forehead.  “What could get any worse?” I said, but as I was walking to the ambulance I got a big cut on my foot that required 13 stitches.  I know that when you are infatuated with something, nothing or anyone could change your mind about, but if you experienced what I did you will quickly find a new hobby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-112801299656701974?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/112801299656701974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=112801299656701974' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112801299656701974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112801299656701974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-mirror-infatuation.html' title='My MIRROR infatuation!'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-112740714761979203</id><published>2005-09-22T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:40:03.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip-Hop Subculture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I see myself as part of a hip hop subculture. I see this because almost everything I do seems to revolve around hip-hop. The way I dress come from the latest style of hip-hop designers or the videos they make. My way of speaking resembles those of the rap industry such as the latest slang. Growing up I looked up to these people in hip-hop I wanted to look just them, dress just like them, or sing, rap and dance just like them. As part of this infatuation I have adopted to these settings and I now see myself just like them doing the things they mention and having the same style, as well as the same outlook on life sometimes negative sometimes enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop is a real world; it is a world of real problems and real solutions. Hip hop has a lot of little categories that go with and I also see myself in the materialistic category. This particular category express itself through a world of material things, it lets you express yourself, and explore the finer things in life. Hip-hop has many backgrounds such as dancing, drum playing, singing, dressing, and it is apart of many people lives. I would say it is a symbol of how someone wants to be or of how someone expresses themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-112740714761979203?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/112740714761979203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=112740714761979203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112740714761979203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112740714761979203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/09/hip-hop-subculture.html' title='Hip-Hop Subculture'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-112723529866837607</id><published>2005-09-20T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:22:36.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It is easy to relate to a person like me. I have lots of energy and I can relate to people, the common ones that is. Reading an autobiography about me will be fun. You can explore the Diva world. “What kind of world is a Diva world?” someone asked. Many people think that only stars are Divas but NO they are not. What kinds of people are classified as Divas? Well me of course, but a Diva is a strong person that can take on many tasks, she is about her business, when she steps out she is always in style, always on top of things, and she goes by the model "Business first then streets." A Diva never lets anything get in her way of achieving, she put God first and then herself. “Can a man be a Diva?” another person asked. No but I do know of some who try to classify themselves as a Diva but to me it’s a feminine thing maybe they should go by something else like Divo or something, yes it sounds weird but Divas are strong, intelligent women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-112723529866837607?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/112723529866837607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=112723529866837607' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112723529866837607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112723529866837607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/09/someone-like-me.html' title='Someone like Me!'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-112690494778928547</id><published>2005-09-16T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T16:09:07.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autobiography (Black Boy)</title><content type='html'>I read an autobiography of a man named Richard Wright.  Richard wrote his autobiography from a point of view when he was a child.  His mother used to mistreat him and desert him.  Richard didn’t get called by his name like everyone else, he was called “Black Boy”.  He was just a kid and he did kid things but to his mother it was foolish for him to do anything in fact even to talk.  When he did such things that his mother didn’t approve of she would beat him and there was nothing no one in the household could do.  His father, Nathan, even stood up for him but after so long his father’s words to his mother meant nothing when it came to Richard.  Full of everything, Nathan soon abandoned his family, which made it even worst for Richard because it left his household with no money, no food, and no one to take up for him.  When Richard would ask his mother for food she would ignore him and give all the food to the other children and tell him, “It’s your fault your father left that’s why we don’t have any food now, do you think I will give you any food?”&lt;br /&gt;             Richard started to read, he also started to learn how different black and whites are and one day he heard that a cop beat a black boy, this terrified Richard and left him with many questions about why things were the way they were.  He didn’t quit understand racism back then.  He also wondered why his mom worked for whites and did all the work.  Poor Richard had many questions to ask, but who could he ask?  With that said it left him very curios and his curiosity surely killed the cat.&lt;br /&gt;            To get away from all this madness he soon became amused with peeping inside a saloon and laughing at the drunks until one day they saw him, dragged him in, and gave him drinks for repeating curse words.  Richard soon became a drunk at the age of six.  His mother found out and beat him until he stopped drinking.  Richard soon ends up in an orphanage and runs away. When he returns he is beaten, his mother takes him out and sends him to live with his aunt for years.  During these years Richard’s father does nothing to help him and he finds it amusing that he and his brother are starving. &lt;br /&gt;            Full of anger and disbelief Richard starts to change.  He has seen enough of things.  He has been mistreated too many times and he has to stand up for himself.  He is ready to learn more about the world, because he knows that a young black man can’t go many places without an education. Richard has learned from his mistakes, and has made a new person out of his humble past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-112690494778928547?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/112690494778928547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=112690494778928547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112690494778928547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112690494778928547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/09/autobiography-black-boy.html' title='Autobiography (Black Boy)'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-112662990189251347</id><published>2005-09-13T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:58:59.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How do you hold on to someone that means the world to you?&lt;br /&gt;When they don’t want you then what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;After everything we have together why must this happen?&lt;br /&gt;Our love, our plans, and our life we promised hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Only if you knew what I feel inside and although I tell you&lt;br /&gt;Some feelings I still hide&lt;br /&gt;I cry at night although you don’t hear me&lt;br /&gt;I say mean things when I’m mad because you don’t feel me&lt;br /&gt;And when I say I hate you, or I tell you I can’t stand you&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t mean to leave, or to say you don’t care&lt;br /&gt;All I want you to do is hug me, comfort me, and just be there&lt;br /&gt;You said you will still be there when I come home&lt;br /&gt;But who’s to say that’s true when it won’t be that long&lt;br /&gt;If you love me and you want to be with me forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should keep you from me, not even the weather&lt;br /&gt;And I know all your looking for is a good time&lt;br /&gt;But what possibly can keep you from denying your mines&lt;br /&gt;I love you; you are my everything, but my heart you are breaking&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t realize it but yes right know I’m aching&lt;br /&gt;Only if I had someone to call my own&lt;br /&gt;Someone that can stay away from girls… even on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I hope this somehow finds you before you mess up my life&lt;br /&gt;I hate to put it that way but that’s how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I hope you put, and keep me first now&lt;br /&gt;While I’m thinking and wondering just HOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-112662990189251347?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/112662990189251347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=112662990189251347' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112662990189251347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112662990189251347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/09/how.html' title='HOW'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16150028.post-112619932157016972</id><published>2005-09-08T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T16:08:40.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>When I write I have many feelings. At times I feel irritated, it could be either from the topic I have to write about or the time of day it is. Sometimes I feel free as if nothing could stop my flow of writing. Feeling free lets my mind go beyond thinking it takes me to a world known as mine. Rarely do I feel this way and if I do it may be because of a topic about imagination. I feel weak when I just don’t have the courage to write about anything it makes me seem stupid. When I have something on my mind I like to write because that is the best type of writing when it’s straight off your mind. Especially, when you don’t have to be formal, it is best to write to yourself when you have something that is really bothering but you don’t feel as if you can tell anybody. Even writing things like in a diary or a journal helps a lot, even when you’re trying to get over something or maybe you are working towards something it always makes you feel good when you can look back at the past to see that you have grown. A feeling of confident comes over me when I complete a writing that is successful or at least it has earned me a great grade. I really feel that I am a good writer as long as I am in the mood and I have a good subject to write on I will continue to enjoy writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16150028-112619932157016972?l=mrskelker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/feeds/112619932157016972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16150028&amp;postID=112619932157016972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112619932157016972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16150028/posts/default/112619932157016972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrskelker.blogspot.com/2005/09/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Ka'Ress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890409303330608021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14-0.facebook.com/pics/2/7/n23317293_8734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
