<?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-8712213</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:48:29.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give your life a lift</title><subtitle type='html'>Your attitude is the common basis of first impressions. It is one of the first things people notice about you..and while you may not be able to change your height, body type or facial features...you can always change and uplift your attitude. O TAMA NA YAN, TARA NANG MAGSAYA KAIBIGAN!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loujane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8712213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loujane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>loujane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167248679049345805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8712213.post-109990527320234566</id><published>2004-11-08T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T17:14:33.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad thoughts from lonely people</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;longing for your presence&lt;br /&gt;the sweetness you bear&lt;br /&gt;the gentleness that covers your wholeness,&lt;br /&gt;those things i miss..&lt;br /&gt;those dazzling eyes&lt;br /&gt;innocent yet deep&lt;br /&gt;stares so gentle&lt;br /&gt;yet pierces my heart&lt;br /&gt;gazes that soar deep into my inner space,&lt;br /&gt;those things i truly miss..&lt;br /&gt;i miss the sound of your laughter&lt;br /&gt;the happy moments we shared&lt;br /&gt;smiles so lovely&lt;br /&gt;that fulfills and satisfies my soul&lt;br /&gt;you teach my heart to be pleasant and kind&lt;br /&gt;you teach my mind to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;i miss your endearing touch&lt;br /&gt;the touch that tamed my heart&lt;br /&gt;you gave light in me&lt;br /&gt;shed the darkness that blinds me&lt;br /&gt;now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;it feels cold and empty&lt;br /&gt;everything is so blurred before&lt;br /&gt;i can say it is until now&lt;br /&gt;yet one thing is clear..&lt;br /&gt;i am certain.&lt;br /&gt;it feels incomplete without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div 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people'/><author><name>loujane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167248679049345805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8712213.post-109990314698791858</id><published>2004-11-08T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:39:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was about to say something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;something I want to say for the longest time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to release the load i have in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;but  something tells me not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a voice dictating me to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know what else to think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I just wish I could have a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a break that will stop everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a break that will freeze time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A break where only I can move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;so I can walk and look around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;free..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;without anyone to look and criticize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;thoughts from the past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8712213-109990314698791858?l=loujane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loujane.blogspot.com/feeds/109990314698791858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8712213&amp;postID=109990314698791858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8712213/posts/default/109990314698791858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8712213/posts/default/109990314698791858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loujane.blogspot.com/2004/11/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>loujane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167248679049345805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8712213.post-109949718426450192</id><published>2004-11-03T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T00:40:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;longing for your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;the sweetness you bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;the gentleness that covers your wholeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;those things I miss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;those dazzling eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;innocent yet deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;stares so gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;gazes that soars into the deepest recesses of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;those things I miss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;I miss the laughter that echoes between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;the happy moments we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;the bridge that extends myself to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;that fulfills and satisfies my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;everything is blurred now yet one thing remains clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;I am certain..its you I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;let me memorize the lines of yourhands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;the contours of your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;the way that leads me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;every detail of your face that I once stared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;the traces of tenderness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;the traces of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;hoping that someday we'll meet at a crossroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;the day when longingness fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;and face each other....again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8712213-109949718426450192?l=loujane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loujane.blogspot.com/feeds/109949718426450192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8712213&amp;postID=109949718426450192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8712213/posts/default/109949718426450192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8712213/posts/default/109949718426450192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loujane.blogspot.com/2004/11/missing-you.html' title='missing you'/><author><name>loujane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167248679049345805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8712213.post-109946517542358010</id><published>2004-11-03T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T14:59:35.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaibigan, alam mo bang naisip ko...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mula ng pagkabata, &lt;em&gt;pabibo&lt;/em&gt; lagi ako. Nakikipagkilala lagi....at nababadtrip kapag ayaw makipagfriends o makipaglaro sa akin. Noon ang kaibigan ko ay yung mga kalaro ko. Kapag hindi ka bati, hindi kayo friends. Minsan may kampihan pa ng friends. Kung hindi ka bati ng kalaro ko, di na rin kita bati.  Ganoon lang kasimple. Ganoon lang kababaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sa paglaki ko, unti-unti na rin naiiba ang konsepto ko ng pagkakaibigan. Hindi lang basta sa laro. Malimit ang mga pagkakataon na nagkwekwentuhan na kami at nagsasabihan ng mga sikreto. Mga kwentong project at labanan ng sections, at mga kwento ng mga crush.Nagsasabihan at nagdadamayan na din sa mga problema. Kahit kung iisipin ngayon mababaw ang mga problema noong grade school at highschool, it doesn't matter.Basta masarap ang experience na may friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Kung may panahon na marami akong friends, may mga pagkakataon din na feeling ko wala. Lalo na nung tumatanda nako.Ewan ko kung bakit pero yun talaga ang nangyari sa akin.Yung tipong friend lang sila pero di talaga yung "friend". Gets? Meron kasing mga panahon na nagiintay ako ng magtatanong sa akin kung ok lang ba ako. Pero as usual wala naman, kahit feeling ko sobrang OA ko na talaga sa pagpapapansin. Wala pa din.Ilang beses ko ng narinig na sinabi sa akin na, " Ang dating mo kasi independent. Malakas ang loob at parang di na kailangan ng karamay kasi kayang-kaya mo na yan." Tama sila dun.."parang". Parang lang pero syempre kailangan ko ng taong makikinig sa akin. Masarap sana kung meron sana akong kaibigan na magtatanong ng "ok ka lang ba?", " kamusta, ok ka pa ba jan?" , kahit hindi na ako ang magopen-up ng problema ko. May mga panahon na naging malungkutin ako na konting kabadtripan lang ay naiiyak na ako. Kahit sa sobrang babaw na reason. Minsan nga may maalala lang ako, at yun may waterworks na ako. Para na nga talaga akong sira minsan. Feeling ko tuloy, minsan nahihirapan na akong magkwento ng nararamdaman ko in full details sa isang tao. Kasi minsan ako lang ang nabibitin. Meron kasing iba na minsan may panahon makinig, minsan walang panahon makikinig. Minsan maaalala, minsan parang may amnesia. Minsan may iba na," Sige, pagusapan natin ulit yan ha.Kwento mo sa akin ulit yung iba..", pero, asa ka pa, wala ng next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sobrang dami pa ng mga pagsesentimyento ang meron ako sa mga kaibigan ko. Minsan, sinubukan kong sabihin sa kanila ang mga ito...pero ganon pa rin. Ganon na nga lang siguro talaga yun. Hindi ako galit sa kanila. In fact, mahal ko ang mga kaibigan ko. Minsan nga lang talaga may hinahanap ako na feeling ko di nila maibigay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Minsan nga dati sa aking pagiisip, naiyak talaga ako. Kasi naman hanap ako ng hanap, nasa tabi ko lang ang gustong makinig sa akin. Si GOD.  Siguro ang tagal-tagal ng hinihintay ni God na marealize ko na," Ano ka ba!kung saan-saan ka pa naghahanap e nandito naman Ako." Pero minsan, tinanong ko din si God kung ganito na lang ba talaga? Pwede bang humirit ng isang friend na makakatabi ko physically. Hindi ibig sabihin na God is not enough ha..tanong ko lang naman kung pwede ba o may ipapadala ba Syang "friend". Yung makakusap ko ng harapan, magta-tap ng shoulder ko pag may problema ako, o kaya sasamahan ako maglibang pag gusto kong maglibang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sa ngayon, iniintay ko pa din sagot ni God sa tanong na yun. Malay natin, mamaya may lumapit sa akin at tanungin ako ng, "Ok ka lang ba?kamusta?" Sa mga friends ko, wag kayong magalala, hindi ako galit sa inyo.May times lang talaga na nakakatampo kayo, pero hindi ako galit..promise. Sa ngayon, masaya ako. Naisip ko din kasi tutal kahit anong inarte ko minsan wala rin naman. So, I chose to be happy. Nagsesenti pa rin ako. Naiiyak pa din ako. Pero, kailangan after nun, happy na ulit ako.Yun din ang message ni God sa akin...gusto Niya masaya ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8712213-109946517542358010?l=loujane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loujane.blogspot.com/feeds/109946517542358010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8712213&amp;postID=109946517542358010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8712213/posts/default/109946517542358010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8712213/posts/default/109946517542358010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loujane.blogspot.com/2004/11/kaibigan-alam-mo-bang-naisip-ko.html' title='kaibigan, alam mo bang naisip ko...'/><author><name>loujane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167248679049345805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8712213.post-109773572138400001</id><published>2004-10-14T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T17:24:35.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To let go takes love</title><content type='html'>&lt;/blockquote id="25baf5f0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;To let go does not mean to stop caring, it means I can't do it for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to cut myself off, it is the realization that I can't control another.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to enable,But to allow learning from natural consequences.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not try to change or blame another, it is to make the most of myself.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to care for, but to care about.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to be in the middle arranging outcomes, but allowing others to affect their own destinies.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to be protective, It is to permit another to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to deny, but to accept.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to nag, scold or argue, but instead, to search out my own shortcomings and to correct them.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires but to take each day as it comes, and to cherish myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to criticize and regulate anybody, but to try to become what I dream I can be.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and to live for the future.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is to fear less and to love more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..thoughts from a person in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8712213-109773572138400001?l=loujane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loujane.blogspot.com/feeds/109773572138400001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8712213&amp;postID=109773572138400001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8712213/posts/default/109773572138400001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8712213/posts/default/109773572138400001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loujane.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-let-go-takes-love.html' title='To let go takes love'/><author><name>loujane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167248679049345805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
