<?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-3483137</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:19:53.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me...my self...and i</title><subtitle type='html'>And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives,where we're gonna be when we turn 25. I keep thinking times will never chang, keep on thinking things will always be the same. But when we leave this year we won't be coming back. No more hanging out cause we're on a different track. And if you got something that you need to say, you better say it right now, cause you don't have another day. Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down.
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santeria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santeria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>novia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931436857152434219</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483137.post-75991333</id><published>2002-04-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T01:25:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I hate `da world today!! It's not a good day to started build my bloogy, but i want it :P..hehhehe..am i crazy?¿? Naa...who care... . Somebody told me `bout " something " `dis morning, and it's so embarasing me!!hikz ...so worst. How it could happen ?!? I hate lier today....I hate love today...I hate you today...but, I miss you today. Ughh...how stupid I am,emhh...but it's me. Don't give up gal, whatever happen to you this day. Life must go on gal, with or without him ( U2 said :P).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483137-75991333?l=santeria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483137/posts/default/75991333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483137/posts/default/75991333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santeria.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75991333' title=''/><author><name>novia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931436857152434219</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></entry></feed>
