<?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-5951881282680029825</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:29:35.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>carolina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolenty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951881282680029825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolenty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444614271439038859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951881282680029825.post-7583801717096440619</id><published>2007-02-12T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:16:34.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HOW TO GET FROM SCHOOL TO MY HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Take 75 n and get out in exit 399, then make right in 441 and when you see a Chevrolet dealer, about 7 miles from exit 399 make a left, which would be interstate 27. Keep strait like 10 miles, and make left in Angel Glen. My house it’s the second one in the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951881282680029825-7583801717096440619?l=carolenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolenty.blogspot.com/feeds/7583801717096440619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951881282680029825&amp;postID=7583801717096440619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951881282680029825/posts/default/7583801717096440619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951881282680029825/posts/default/7583801717096440619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolenty.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-get-from-school-to-my-house-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444614271439038859</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-5951881282680029825.post-2634545263390599213</id><published>2007-02-11T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:38:50.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WOULD NOT EAT UNDER ANY CIRCUSTANCES… DOG.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about it since two weeks what I would no eat under any circumstances, and I think I would never eat dog. Just to think to eat my special, brown, cute, small dog makes me feel really sick, I mean any dog I would never eat. Well, I know some cultures eat them, but I don’t. There are so fragile, and innocent creatures that don’t deserve to be kill to feed any human in this world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951881282680029825-2634545263390599213?l=carolenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolenty.blogspot.com/feeds/2634545263390599213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951881282680029825&amp;postID=2634545263390599213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951881282680029825/posts/default/2634545263390599213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951881282680029825/posts/default/2634545263390599213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolenty.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-would-not-eat-under-any-circustances.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444614271439038859</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951881282680029825.post-4337591515439535877</id><published>2007-01-31T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:11:52.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why people shouldn't get married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b77s-hFyrgM/RcDNTvraP0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kzg8ofgN_xU/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026242923245223746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b77s-hFyrgM/RcDNTvraP0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kzg8ofgN_xU/s320/9.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think people shouldn’t get married because they aren’t prepared to take that step. Because they don’t love each other enough to understand there differences avoiding yelling and treating bad. Before to take this important decision the couple have to be sure to meet their defect to know if they are really sure to be tolerant. If you want to get married remember: Your are going to lose your liberty to date with many guys that you want; you have to be with this person for the rest of your life; and do thinks that you really don’t want to (go to his mother birthday, example); and in my case I have to work double because I work in my regular job, and I work full time in my house with no day pay.&lt;br /&gt;Probably don’t exist a exact point to determinate people knows each other enough to get married, but exist a heart that can tell you if you are really in loves to take the step.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951881282680029825-4337591515439535877?l=carolenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolenty.blogspot.com/feeds/4337591515439535877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951881282680029825&amp;postID=4337591515439535877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951881282680029825/posts/default/4337591515439535877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951881282680029825/posts/default/4337591515439535877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolenty.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-people-shouldnt-get-married.html' title='Why people shouldn&apos;t get married'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444614271439038859</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b77s-hFyrgM/RcDNTvraP0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kzg8ofgN_xU/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951881282680029825.post-8492548219137185040</id><published>2007-01-17T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:52:00.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR BEST FRIEND FROM THE FIRST GRADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a really good friend, actually is like my sister.  Her name is Carmen Rosa and I know her since I was 8 years old; I met her through my family.  She is tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and slim.  She works in a bank and studies at night.  She knows everything about me.  We went to different school, and we both had different friends.  But even so we’re still best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     She got married two years ago, but I couldn’t go, because I was living and working in Miami, and my ex-manager didn’t give me permission to go to Venezuela.  So sad.  Nevertheless, last year she had a baby girl, named Victoria and I’m her godmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Even I’m here and she is in Venezuela, we speak almost every day through msn, so be it to say:  Hi, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951881282680029825-8492548219137185040?l=carolenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolenty.blogspot.com/feeds/8492548219137185040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951881282680029825&amp;postID=8492548219137185040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951881282680029825/posts/default/8492548219137185040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951881282680029825/posts/default/8492548219137185040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolenty.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-best-friend-from-first-grade-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444614271439038859</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
