<?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-5737496</id><updated>2012-02-03T01:52:09.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mug Place</title><subtitle type='html'>Have a cuppa coffee and we'll talk</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-7584766346083239525</id><published>2009-11-26T16:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:23:34.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thant tingling sensation</title><summary type='text'>I hadn't felt it since...mmm..since 2005, wow... 4 years ago.At first, he seemed quite bland. I didn't feel butterflies or the usual "he's hot" feeling I sometimes get. It was when we talked...we spoke about trivial things for about half an hour. It was unexpected. I suddenly felt something in my gut. That moment in time was meant to be. Somehow, I was in the right place, at the right time. Does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7584766346083239525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=7584766346083239525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/7584766346083239525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/7584766346083239525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/thant-tingling-sensation.html' title='Thant tingling sensation'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-6216153024455989408</id><published>2009-09-21T17:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:53:43.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stranger</title><summary type='text'>I feel like I have been living in another person's body for the last 33 years of my life. My mind has a life of its own, it works with me, but most of the time, it seems like it just wants me to dig a hole and get in it, a hole deep enough to keep me trapped in.I just realized that parts of myself have been unknown to me until recently. I am not what I always thought I was. I'm not defined by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6216153024455989408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=6216153024455989408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/6216153024455989408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/6216153024455989408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/stranger.html' title='The Stranger'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-1846762547353906203</id><published>2009-08-31T18:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:15:28.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrado</title><summary type='text'>Pues siempre sí presione el botón de "delete" y creo que ha sido una de las mejores decisiones que he tomado en mucho tiempo.Me he quitado un peso de encima, un virus que siempre estaba ahí, amenzante.Es la segunda vez que tengo que cortar de tajo, sin mirar atrás. Pero esta vez estoy consciente de todo. Sé qué es lo mejor para mi evolución. Sé que es posible que a veces me necesitará, o creerá </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1846762547353906203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=1846762547353906203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/1846762547353906203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/1846762547353906203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/borrado.html' title='Borrado'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-6567649633473063346</id><published>2009-01-24T23:52:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:54:24.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delete, Borrar... o lo que es lo mismo, darle matarile</title><summary type='text'>Estoy con que si le doy delete... porque no? Por un lado, siento que si no le doy dlete, entonces es como seguir amarrada, es como no querer tomar el medicamento para que el virus se salga del cuerpo... pero también es un paso que no quiero dar sin estar segura... claro, porque siginifica que voy en serio, que ya ahora si es caminar siempre hacia adelante sin ver hacia atrás... vamos, si puedo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6567649633473063346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=6567649633473063346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/6567649633473063346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/6567649633473063346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/delete-borrar-o-lo-que-es-lo-mismo.html' title='Delete, Borrar... o lo que es lo mismo, darle matarile'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-6733573325853888475</id><published>2008-12-17T17:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:07:35.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejando rosas por el camino</title><summary type='text'>Y es mucho... son señales por aquí, señales por allá... hasta que por fin me cae el veinte y me decido a hacer algo. Estoy lista para aprender, para entender, para ir a donde tengo que ir. Sé que hay algo en mi que ha estado durmiendo todos estos años y que ya quiere despertar. Tenía miedo... pero ya no. Estoy aquí, estoy dispuesta. Venga!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6733573325853888475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=6733573325853888475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/6733573325853888475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/6733573325853888475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/dejando-rosas-por-el-camino.html' title='Dejando rosas por el camino'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-4995634118961233321</id><published>2008-07-22T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:42:53.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Besarte</title><summary type='text'>Sentí el roce de tus labios con los míos y con eso bastó para que se intensificara en mí la llama, la llama que había estado a punto de extinguirse. Cerré los ojos y me dejé llevar. Tu sabor, exquisito. Tu olor, excitante. Tu pasión, inolvidable.Vi  en tus ojos el fuego que escondes, ese que te energiza, que a veces sale de ti por los poros y tú, ni te das cuenta. Me has llenado de vida y tú, ni </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4995634118961233321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=4995634118961233321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/4995634118961233321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/4995634118961233321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/besarte.html' title='Besarte'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-2109572422866699057</id><published>2008-07-04T06:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:43:18.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few hundred brain cells gone forever...</title><summary type='text'>Pero viéndolo positivamente, valió la pena.Después de cuatro días de encierro, decidí salir a la calle ayer por la tarde, respondiendo a la atenta invitación de Jimena para ir a ver una exposición de Baseman (que resultó ser medio "creepy" para mi gusto) y de ahí, a tomar unas chelas (cerveza para los non-latinos).Pero... como decimos los mexicanos: como una no es ninguna (I have no idea what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2109572422866699057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=2109572422866699057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/2109572422866699057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/2109572422866699057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-hundred-brain-cells-gone-forever.html' title='A few hundred brain cells gone forever...'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-3914795338823777727</id><published>2008-07-02T19:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:24:26.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition?</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been having dreams that come true, which kind of creeps me out. Not only have I dreamed future events, but sometimes what happens is I will thinking about something all day, not knowing why I'm thinking it because it's usually something I don't normally have in my mind and then... it happens.Yesterday I dreamed that I had a friend in Colombia that had been taken hostage and kept in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3914795338823777727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=3914795338823777727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/3914795338823777727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/3914795338823777727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/intuition.html' title='Intuition?'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-3541078314365107632</id><published>2008-05-31T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:40:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the One</title><summary type='text'>You sayOne loveOne lifeWhen its one needIn the nightIts one loveWe get to share itIt leaves you babyIf you dont care for it.Did I ask too much?More than a lotYou gave me nothingNow its all I gotWere oneBut were not the sameWe hurt each otherThen we do it againYou sayLove is a templeLove a higher lawLove is a templeLove the higher lawYou ask me to enterBut then you make me crawlAnd I cant be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3541078314365107632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=3541078314365107632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/3541078314365107632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/3541078314365107632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-one.html' title='Not the One'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-3719032316931755386</id><published>2007-01-16T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:25:50.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it ironic...</title><summary type='text'>I'm still feeling giddy about Babel's Golden Globe for Best Drama, just remembering it brings a smile to my face. I saw the movie a while back and although I think it's a good movie, it wasn't one of my favourites. Why am I so happy then?(took a few seconds to laugh out loud)Ok... I just loved that the prejudiced, racist California governator delivered the award to a Mexican director. It was a "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3719032316931755386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=3719032316931755386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/3719032316931755386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/3719032316931755386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='Isn&apos;t it ironic...'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/Ra00ybJxwvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RzFUv1935sw/s72-c/inarritu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-1105277616631665301</id><published>2007-01-12T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:03:33.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting at last!</title><summary type='text'>I hadn't posted anything in 5 months.. been very busy and out of touch with the cyber world.2007... Bring it on!!So... Castro is still sick, the war in Iraq get's worse very day, Bush is still an idiot, Mexico has a new president, Chavez is a dick (who unfortunately will still be president of Venezuela), animals are dying all over the world for "no apparent reason", history is being forgotten (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1105277616631665301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=1105277616631665301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/1105277616631665301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/1105277616631665301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/posting-at-last.html' title='Posting at last!'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-115448231860264073</id><published>2006-08-01T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:31:58.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A year has gone by....</title><summary type='text'>Yes.It's been a year. Full of love and tenderness. God answers prayers, he just does it in his own good time and in the most surprising ways.Love is all around.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115448231860264073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=115448231860264073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/115448231860264073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/115448231860264073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/year-has-gone-by.html' title='A year has gone by....'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-115448202499930487</id><published>2006-08-01T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:27:05.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The island's O.R.</title><summary type='text'>Imagine yourself entering an operating room knowing you might not come out alive, knowing that the odds are against you and on top of that…knowing there are thousands out there who are praying that you will not make it. How would that feel? You have controlled a nation of people, their destinies… their whole lives have been dedicated to your cause, willingly or not…In the deepest part of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115448202499930487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=115448202499930487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/115448202499930487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/115448202499930487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/islands-or.html' title='The island&apos;s O.R.'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-114184799699244022</id><published>2006-03-08T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:59:57.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prueba</title><summary type='text'>prueba de metatags&lt;---Begin Copy Here---&gt; &lt;---End Copy Here---&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114184799699244022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=114184799699244022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/114184799699244022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/114184799699244022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2006/03/prueba.html' title='prueba'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-113234384624233843</id><published>2005-11-18T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T11:57:26.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three months and counting..</title><summary type='text'>So, it's been three months since the first time we kissed. I can't believe it has lasted this long.He is such a good person and he truly, really loves me. So... why am I not happy? Well, for starters... he is many years younger than I am, so I know beforehand that it will lead nowhere and I'm still there. Is it because being loved and cared for feels so good? Why haven't I put a stop to it?It has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113234384624233843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=113234384624233843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/113234384624233843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/113234384624233843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2005/11/three-months-and-counting.html' title='Three months and counting..'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-111644297686722749</id><published>2005-05-18T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T12:02:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Email</title><summary type='text'>I am loved. I love. I am blessed.I received an email yesterday that touched my soul. I do have one you know... hehe! The email was sent by the love of my life, my soulmate. It's simple, sincere and from the heart. Soul mates don't always end up together, sometimes they lead separate lives and take different roads, but that doesn't change the fact that they are together in spirit. Once you find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111644297686722749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=111644297686722749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/111644297686722749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/111644297686722749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2005/05/email.html' title='The Email'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-111531675208453987</id><published>2005-05-05T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:12:32.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><summary type='text'>I had a nightmare.It wasn't a zombie dream, or a shark attack kind of nightmare. It was more like a hidden truth or the dark side of your soul kind of nightmare. I was in a movie theatre, he was there with his woman and I had to stand seeing them together. I felt I would die. She was oblivious to the fact I was there and had just a few minutes ago been kissing her man. I hated her with all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111531675208453987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=111531675208453987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/111531675208453987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/111531675208453987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2005/05/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-111119322898128583</id><published>2005-03-18T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:47:08.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No news is good news.. huh?</title><summary type='text'>Everything is the same and not the same... know what I mean?I have no idea of what I want, where I'm going or how I'm going to get there.. but I'm surprisingly not worried about it. I was hoodwinked into a blind date a few weeks back. The dude is nice, funny and normal. The thing is, he doesn't call me. I have seen him after that first date, but it's always with another couple with us and the "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111119322898128583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=111119322898128583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/111119322898128583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/111119322898128583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-news-is-good-news-huh.html' title='No news is good news.. huh?'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-110515239571746803</id><published>2005-01-07T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:46:35.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resist the Temptation</title><summary type='text'>I will not go against the current.Everything has lead me to this, if it wasn't raining I would have gone home today and I would have seen him and probably told him the truth. But, as it is.. I will take it as a sign from heaven.. I could have told him so long ago, but once the window of opportunity closes there is no way of opening it again.This too shall pass.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110515239571746803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=110515239571746803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/110515239571746803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/110515239571746803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/resist-temptation.html' title='Resist the Temptation'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-110489247279161125</id><published>2005-01-04T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:34:32.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh..don't say a word.</title><summary type='text'>I will not tell him.It will be my secret, it will always be my own.. my precious.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110489247279161125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=110489247279161125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/110489247279161125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/110489247279161125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/shhhdont-say-word.html' title='Shhh..don&apos;t say a word.'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-110489221718089970</id><published>2005-01-04T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:30:17.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's over... one of the worst years emotionaly and professionaly speaking. I'm so glad it's gone forever.This year however... it started with a bang and seems to be headed in the right direction. Laughing non stop, dancing and chatting with friends the first few hours of 2005 augurs a good year, a year of rewards, and hard work paying off.Romantic love has yet to make it's appereance in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110489221718089970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=110489221718089970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/110489221718089970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/110489221718089970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-year.html' title='Another year'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-110417515592283642</id><published>2004-12-27T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T11:19:15.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palabras</title><summary type='text'>Just a few words... a few and I'm back on track.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110417515592283642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=110417515592283642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/110417515592283642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/110417515592283642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/12/palabras.html' title='Palabras'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-109868954698365761</id><published>2004-10-25T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T00:32:26.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream.</title><summary type='text'>I woke up suddenly last night, I was having a very strange dream. It was so real it still gives me goose bumps. It was intense, I could feel the air in my face, I could smell the streets, the people. I felt the clothes I was wearing and the colors.. my God!! the colors where so wild, so bright and strong!He was there, holding my hand as we walked through crowded streets. We where trying to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109868954698365761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=109868954698365761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109868954698365761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109868954698365761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/10/dream.html' title='A dream.'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-109579996826754844</id><published>2004-09-21T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:52:48.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corazon de Hotel</title><summary type='text'>I have done it again.No longer interested in him, found another one, and another one and another one... I'm hopeless.I will never be monogamus, it's just not in my blood.Oh well, bring it on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109579996826754844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=109579996826754844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109579996826754844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109579996826754844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/09/corazon-de-hotel.html' title='Corazon de Hotel'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-109566106943864770</id><published>2004-09-19T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:55:59.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Loves me, He loves me not...</title><summary type='text'>AARRGGHHH!!!I can't stop thinking about him. I mean, I do think of other things, specially when I'm at work (which feels somewhat like a prisioner camp these days) but even so... He comes into my mind at the most unexpected moments. I hate him, and I will tell you why.I have known him for 10 years. The first time I saw him I felt as if someone had tied a string from the inside of my belly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109566106943864770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=109566106943864770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109566106943864770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109566106943864770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/09/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.html' title='He Loves me, He loves me not...'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-109384406474227786</id><published>2004-08-29T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:34:24.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watachi wa Martha desu</title><summary type='text'>I have ventured into the exotic and complicated (to me at least) Japanese language. Why, you may ask? Why not go to a French class to continue with my training in the so famous tongue of the cultured society? Why not try Italian, Portuguese or German? Surely those languages will be more useful to me, right?Well, I've never been one to follow a crowd or do the expected thing. I don't think about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109384406474227786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=109384406474227786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109384406474227786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109384406474227786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/watachi-wa-martha-desu.html' title='Watachi wa Martha desu'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-109304218234349721</id><published>2004-08-20T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:53:52.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda, sorta</title><summary type='text'>Well, I kind of, sort of let him know how I felt. I did it in a most Martini like way, which judging by the result of it, needes some serious restreucturing.Jeez, I didn't say how I feel, I just put myself out there.. kinda... He thought I was kidding, so I think I will leave it at that for now. Oh well, my heart has been broken before, so I'll survive again. It's just funny though. The way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109304218234349721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=109304218234349721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109304218234349721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109304218234349721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/kinda-sorta.html' title='Kinda, sorta'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-109263971620059041</id><published>2004-08-15T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T00:01:56.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, a kiss is the only thing that can open your eyes to what you really feel.A kiss can tell you so much about yourself, it can help you to be true to your heart, to say outloud what you have always known but have been afraid to say. Have you ever loved someone for a long time but never said anything about it to anyone? Have you loved without knowing that you did, whitout recognizing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109263971620059041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=109263971620059041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109263971620059041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109263971620059041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/kiss.html' title='A Kiss'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-109218674730495343</id><published>2004-08-10T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T18:12:58.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At last, justice for Donald! Congratulations!</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations Donald, you are the shizznit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109218674730495343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=109218674730495343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109218674730495343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109218674730495343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/at-last-justice-for-donald.html' title='At last, justice for Donald! Congratulations!'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-109010029188820446</id><published>2004-07-17T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T14:50:33.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninth Circle of Hell aka The Dentist's Office</title><summary type='text'>Well, I had put it off for to long and I finally had the nerve to walk into the small dentist's office. My hands where shaking, my hands where numb and my brain was in stand by mode.I knew the news would not be good, but I never thought it would be that bad. Turns out my dental issues can be resolved in 3 months time and will supposedly be a swift and uneventful procedure.... YEAH, RIGHT.. AND </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109010029188820446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=109010029188820446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109010029188820446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109010029188820446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/07/ninth-circle-of-hell-aka-dentists.html' title='Ninth Circle of Hell aka The Dentist&apos;s Office'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-109008853054001123</id><published>2004-07-17T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T11:22:10.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night, movie night.</title><summary type='text'>Indeed, I spent friday night watching "Return of the King" with my little Bro. I'm getting old, and lovng it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109008853054001123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=109008853054001123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109008853054001123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/109008853054001123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/07/friday-night-movie-night.html' title='Friday night, movie night.'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-108974626814153691</id><published>2004-07-13T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T12:17:48.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><summary type='text'>Q: How many women with PMS does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: One. ONE!! And do you know WHY it only takes ONE? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb. They don't even know the bulb is BURNED OUT. They would sit in this house in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it OUT. And once they figured it out they wouldn't be able to find the light bulbs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108974626814153691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=108974626814153691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/108974626814153691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/108974626814153691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/07/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-108925284370463330</id><published>2004-07-07T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T19:14:03.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade on it's way...</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I just modified the look of this blog. I just loved the Lighthouse theme, corny.. but I love it.All right.. now for content changes... mmm...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108925284370463330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=108925284370463330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/108925284370463330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/108925284370463330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/07/upgrade-on-its-way.html' title='Upgrade on it&apos;s way...'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-108925197772634255</id><published>2004-07-07T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T18:59:37.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrading</title><summary type='text'>This blog needs some serious upgrading.. It should be for something useful.. mmm... Yes.. yes... reconstruction coming soon.Until then..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108925197772634255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=108925197772634255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/108925197772634255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/108925197772634255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/07/upgrading.html' title='Upgrading'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-108728083509332907</id><published>2004-06-14T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T23:27:15.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babys Galore</title><summary type='text'>I´m so happy today...At first it was an ordinary Monday, like all other crappy Mondays where you go to work because you have to, not because you like it. But then, when I got back home.. I got a very nice email from one of my rommates from college. She just had an 8 pound baby (YEAH... HHUUGGEE) who is adorable and looks a lot like his father.I will post a picture of little Giovanni Andre (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108728083509332907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=108728083509332907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/108728083509332907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/108728083509332907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/babys-galore.html' title='Babys Galore'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-108113947712474799</id><published>2004-04-04T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:33:58.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The words of a Man</title><summary type='text'>Well, well, well....Men always turn things upside down... somehow, they manage to make it seem that it's not their fault, but ours.My dear Mr. H has emailed.. after two months.. no, more than that actually, of not writing or calling. I called him on his BDay and that was it.. before that he had called on New Years Day and since then.. nothing. So now he says I forgot him.. he says he loves me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108113947712474799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=108113947712474799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/108113947712474799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/108113947712474799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/04/words-of-man.html' title='The words of a Man'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107881375111921339</id><published>2004-03-08T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T22:31:25.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining men... ALLELUYAAAAA!!</title><summary type='text'>I'M BAAACCKK!!!! It's all coming back to me now, and not in a Celine Dion song kind of way.I'm starting to notice guys again, like the good old days when I had my eye on many of them. I'm not the type that "falls in love" with one dude for a long period of time. I'm just too practical for that. At the moment I have my eye on four fine young men, each one different from each other as can be. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107881375111921339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107881375111921339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107881375111921339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107881375111921339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-raining-men-alleluyaaaaa.html' title='It&apos;s raining men... ALLELUYAAAAA!!'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107750499681705330</id><published>2004-02-22T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T18:58:35.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got the JOB!!!!!  I'm working at Sanoviv and am very happy to be there! I'm a step ahead in the right direction.I still don't have a life, at least not the one I want.. but I'm getting there. This job is something that has landed in my hands just in the right time of my life. My priority these days is my health and a steady income, which my new job will help to provide. This year it's all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107750499681705330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107750499681705330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107750499681705330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107750499681705330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-got-job-im-working-at-sanoviv-and-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107611629485284140</id><published>2004-02-06T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:13:18.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><summary type='text'>Mmmm.. I'm reading the previous post and I think I might have been a little down the day I wrote that, wow... I can write depressing things sometimes.My mood has definitely improved these past few days with the probability of having a new job next week. For one thing it means steady income and a healthy routine. I used to hate routines, but this is a time in my life when I need some kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107611629485284140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107611629485284140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107611629485284140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107611629485284140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107528044927935561</id><published>2004-01-28T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T01:02:23.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I want to</title><summary type='text'>No more dreams, just reality.It´s time to come back to earth.Work with the things at hand.Musn't waste more time looking up, have to look straight ahead.No more living in denial.No more wanting more than I can have.No more tears, no more wishes, no more hope.It's like it is, and I will work with it.You have me where you want me,I tried to change it, I tried to get out...But somehow, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107528044927935561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107528044927935561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107528044927935561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107528044927935561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/01/because-i-want-to.html' title='Because I want to'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107466901951631032</id><published>2004-01-20T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T23:14:29.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumping it up</title><summary type='text'>After a month of not going to the gym, I decided it was time to give it another go.For some unknown reason I was very energetic today, enough to be extremely happy when the time to go excercise came. I was so giddy!! Almost as if I where about enjoy a sexual marathon. As I had not been there for a while I went up to the counter and asked how I was doing on my payments. The nice lady said I only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107466901951631032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107466901951631032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107466901951631032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107466901951631032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/01/pumping-it-up.html' title='Pumping it up'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107428751939743651</id><published>2004-01-16T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T13:42:13.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clone Crazy</title><summary type='text'>I used to be against cloning until Andy Capp illustrated me on the posibilities... now there's a man who KNOWS.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107428751939743651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107428751939743651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107428751939743651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107428751939743651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/01/clone-crazy.html' title='Clone Crazy'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107407244449008497</id><published>2004-01-14T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T01:28:44.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Q&amp;A</title><summary type='text'>I wish I didn’t have to say it, somehow I hoped that my friends would notice on their own. I guess because I have always noticed changes in them, I thought they would notice them in me. But the truth is, human beings are selfish. Most people go around life worrying about themselves, thinking that whatever happens to them has never happened before. I know I come off as being a tough woman and most</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107407244449008497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107407244449008497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107407244449008497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107407244449008497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/01/qa.html' title='The Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107337388052426144</id><published>2004-01-05T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T23:25:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Asses</title><summary type='text'>Remember when men used to chase women around? When they would buy her flowers, chocolates, phone her every day, go to her house, treat her like a person worth having, a person worth the trouble of spending time and money on? Today, the women are doing all the chasing around, they are the ones trying to sweep men of their feet.. and you know what? IT SUCKS. It must have something to do with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107337388052426144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107337388052426144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107337388052426144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107337388052426144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2004/01/chasing-asses.html' title='Chasing Asses'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107229868130860069</id><published>2003-12-24T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T13:04:12.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless The World, we need him more than ever before...</title><summary type='text'>Hello God!! hey, are you there sir?? I know you are busy and all... but.. I was just wondering, could you help me out next year? Last year I didn't think I deserved to ask for your help, I was ashamed to be asking you for anything, period. You know how I am.. I always think I should be able to get on with things on my own, without bothering you with my silly problems. I honestly believe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107229868130860069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107229868130860069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107229868130860069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107229868130860069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/god-bless-world-we-need-him-more-than.html' title='God Bless The World, we need him more than ever before...'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107191113638814028</id><published>2003-12-20T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T01:06:31.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boyfriend is Back</title><summary type='text'>Return of the King is awsome.. God forgive me for saying this... but I must:I think I have finally left Han Solo and Luke Skywalker and moved on to Aragorn and Legolas.....ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK KICKS ASS!!! ROTK </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107191113638814028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107191113638814028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107191113638814028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107191113638814028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-boyfriend-is-back.html' title='My Boyfriend is Back'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107135440378423829</id><published>2003-12-13T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T14:27:32.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Interpretations</title><summary type='text'>"fo shizzle ma nizzle" : is a bastardization of "fo' sheezy mah neezy" which is a bastardization of "for sure mah nigga" which is a bastdardization of "I concur with you whole heartedly my African american brother" "fah-rt"  :n 1. a terd honking for the right-of-way. v 1. to strain the anus in a forceful manner exerting methane gas to relieve pressure from the rectal region. aka: to "bust </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107135440378423829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107135440378423829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107135440378423829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107135440378423829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/interesting-interpretations.html' title='Interesting Interpretations'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107087591276287899</id><published>2003-12-08T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T01:32:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile?? And why not, say I?</title><summary type='text'>A very tough decision is at hand. To go or not to go to Chile??? Say, there must be something good about a country with the name of a very spicy and vibrant vegetable.. no??? I have no idea of what my life could be like if I decide to go there. I sometimes get the diluded idea that because they speak spanish in Chile, everything must be pretty much the same as it is here... no? Well, apparently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107087591276287899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107087591276287899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107087591276287899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107087591276287899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/chile-and-why-not-say-i.html' title='Chile?? And why not, say I?'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107074850439048290</id><published>2003-12-06T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T14:09:06.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucks...</title><summary type='text'>Hey, it's seems like I am a girly girl sometimes after all.  I actually blush everytime Mr. D says I'm pretty or inteligent or what not, I didn't think it was possible. Goes to show you never can tell..Missing him lot's.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107074850439048290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107074850439048290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107074850439048290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107074850439048290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/chucks.html' title='Chucks...'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107031723297552554</id><published>2003-12-01T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T14:21:09.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermore</title><summary type='text'>Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107031723297552554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107031723297552554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107031723297552554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107031723297552554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/12/nevermore.html' title='Nevermore'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-107018028341877229</id><published>2003-11-30T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T00:18:38.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So confused...</title><summary type='text'>I'm not being fair.. I'm being just like a man.. I hate it.  I've always said that I hate the way some men hang on to a woman they don't love anymore until they find someone better. They can't be alone, so they look for another woman while they are still with the other one, until they are sure the new one is what they want and suddenly.. oopss!! They do it again!!  They suddenly realize they have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/107018028341877229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=107018028341877229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107018028341877229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/107018028341877229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-confused.html' title='So confused...'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-106990871289714562</id><published>2003-11-26T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T20:52:24.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He called, just in the nick of time too</title><summary type='text'>Well, Mr. Horseman called, as if he knows somehow when to call so I won't forget him. It's always like that!! I start to think of other men, I think I don't care anymore and that he is out of my life forever... and he calls, he writes... I hate him. He knows exactly how to get to me, he knows what to say and how to say it. DAMN!!!I'd be the biggest fool in the world if I believed all the things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/106990871289714562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=106990871289714562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106990871289714562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106990871289714562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/he-called-just-in-nick-of-time-too.html' title='He called, just in the nick of time too'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-106973001231210143</id><published>2003-11-24T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T19:14:02.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far away....</title><summary type='text'>I just keep meeting nice guys that live miles and miles away... why do I do that? I'm hopeless!! Even though I wish I could have had more time to get to know him better, what is the use of it? There is more than just an ocean separating us, there is a whole continent too. He might come visit next year, so we would bet to spend about two weeks together.. but, how much can you learn about someone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/106973001231210143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=106973001231210143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106973001231210143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106973001231210143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-far-away.html' title='So far away....'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-106944394789132694</id><published>2003-11-21T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T11:46:14.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>United Kingdom.. who would have thought?</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I met someone. He is an incredibly sweet guy with a huge heart. I must say he's not my type, but there is something about him that seemed to capture my attention from the first moment that I saw him. I went to the UK because a very good friend of mine decided to get married to a Brit, a very nice one at that... Anyway, it was my frist trip overseas and I was very excited. I had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/106944394789132694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=106944394789132694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106944394789132694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106944394789132694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/11/united-kingdom-who-would-have-thought.html' title='United Kingdom.. who would have thought?'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-106687031274637358</id><published>2003-10-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T13:30:56.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Mates</title><summary type='text'>I think I have found a soul mate. I don't mean it in the romantic way though, I found someone who I enjoy talking to, who makes me laugh and shares many of the same interests I have. I believe that there are many soulmates out there, not just the one soulmate Hallmark, Chocolate Manufacturers and Diamond Stores try to sell to us. There is such a thing as souls that travel through the ages </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/106687031274637358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=106687031274637358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106687031274637358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106687031274637358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/soul-mates.html' title='Soul Mates'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-106499631136109517</id><published>2003-10-01T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T01:20:54.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving in silence</title><summary type='text'>If I had known he felt that way, if he had been brave enough to tell me... Well, like a good friend says: Lo que es tuyo, nadie te lo quita. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/106499631136109517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=106499631136109517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106499631136109517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106499631136109517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/loving-in-silence.html' title='Loving in silence'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-106499612622867776</id><published>2003-10-01T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T01:15:26.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ring</title><summary type='text'>She got the ring! One of my best friends is getting married... is it an epidemic? The rock is on her finger as we speak... Oh why does everyone want to get married?And why, OOHHH why do married people feel the need to convince unmarried people that they are living in bliss, whereas you poor single soul, are not?I don't get it. Married couples look at single people with pitty in their eyes, as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/106499612622867776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=106499612622867776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106499612622867776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106499612622867776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/10/ring.html' title='The ring'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-106309575429711363</id><published>2003-09-09T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T01:14:18.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carne Asada</title><summary type='text'>Last friday I got a call at about 8 p.m. from one of my best guy friends. He called to invite me over to his parents house for Carne Asada (and loads of other food items, delissshhh!) since he was leaving for Europe on Sunday and only God knows when he will visit again. So, I sort of made myself presentable and headed over to his house.The food was excellent and the night was unusually warm. One</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/106309575429711363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=106309575429711363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106309575429711363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106309575429711363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/09/carne-asada.html' title='Carne Asada'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-106270812449292241</id><published>2003-09-04T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T13:42:04.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi Itto</title><summary type='text'>I went to have dinner last night with a couple of my bests friends to little sushi place called Sushi Itto in downtown San Diego. The food was very good and the company, even better. When we had finished eating, the check came and one of my friends inmediately divided the total between all of us. This would be ok with me if we had all ordered about the same stuff, right? Yes, right. Well, I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/106270812449292241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=106270812449292241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106270812449292241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106270812449292241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/09/sushi-itto.html' title='Sushi Itto'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-106237789424483349</id><published>2003-08-31T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T17:58:14.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just testing dear</title><summary type='text'>I've been trying to pust in this blog for a couple of days now.. I guess blogger is having some issues, so I'll wait patiently until evrything is back to normal.Although this is a public blog, I think I can vent out my most deepest thoughts without caring much about who reads them.One of my deep thoughts today is... Before the earth was created, there was nothing... but what is nothing? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/106237789424483349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=106237789424483349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106237789424483349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106237789424483349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/08/just-testing-dear.html' title='Just testing dear'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737496.post-106205085389779127</id><published>2003-08-27T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T01:13:08.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what's in the news today?</title><summary type='text'>Hello Morty.. anything new today?There's always something happening in the world worth discussing over a cup o'coffee, am I right? Yes, I'm right.So today's topic is, the meaning of life.Life is a precious gift. Life is fueled by love, the more love grows, the more life thrives. Sometimes we think we have nothing more to give, we may even believe that there is nothing more to live for... If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/feeds/106205085389779127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737496&amp;postID=106205085389779127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106205085389779127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737496/posts/default/106205085389779127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themugplace.blogspot.com/2003/08/so-whats-in-news-today.html' title='So, what&apos;s in the news today?'/><author><name>Martini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3EuGMRtqDb4/SFFi70QopcI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kbmfwtd_CZA/S220/martinirespla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
