<?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-11836769</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:04:15.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAMA KUGA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11836769.post-113241408008725921</id><published>2005-11-19T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T07:28:27.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Its been a min. since I posted anything. Not much has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;Well..................................I got MySpace now. When I first looked at someone's MySpace I was like yukkk! People have all this stuff on there, its too bright, or u can't see the words, and so on and so on. But then MySpace kinda grew on me and plus I wanted to look at other friends MySpace and make new friends (which I have). So umm, thats it for now I guess, Ill post later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-113241408008725921?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/113241408008725921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=113241408008725921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/113241408008725921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/113241408008725921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/11/myspace.html' title='MySpace'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-112915540786006616</id><published>2005-10-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:18:50.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Transportation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I don't have a car, I realized that catching the Bus and getting on the MetroRail isn't bad at all. If you know how the bus routes goes u should be okay. Some drivers can help you with where you need to go or what bus you have to catch to get to a certain station. You meet all kinds of people on the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; saw a police and a doctor on the MetroRail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I gave up my seat to a man who needed it more than me. Even though I had cramps, :) (how nice) . I can ride the MetroRail all day if I could, its fun, and you get a nice view of the beautiful city of Miami. Since I don't get out much, maybe thats y it seems so fun in a way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112915540786006616?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112915540786006616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112915540786006616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112915540786006616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112915540786006616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/10/public-transportation.html' title='Public Transportation'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11836769.post-112863233139200267</id><published>2005-10-06T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:01:18.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/1600/j0238297.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/320/j0238297.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/1600/j03335021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/320/j03335021.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/1600/j0305493.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/320/j0305493.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Reasons why I like October:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1.My B-Day (Of course)&lt;br /&gt;2.HALLOWEEN&lt;br /&gt;3.Costumes&lt;br /&gt;4.Scary Movie Marathons&lt;br /&gt;5.Thanksgiving is almost here&lt;br /&gt;6.Christmas too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7. Did I mention my birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112863233139200267?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112863233139200267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112863233139200267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112863233139200267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112863233139200267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/10/october.html' title='OCTOBER'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-112724889047026106</id><published>2005-09-20T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:47:23.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im sitting here feeling the wind from Rita, ok now it stop, ok there it goes again. Anyway, earlier me and Racquel spoke ur fleunt language......SPANISH. And she spoke a little French, show-off! The sound of my grandma using the paper shreader and hearing Princess bark sooo many times is going to make my head explode, but first I got to finish this. By the looks of it, I think I can go outside now. But before I go, hear are a few quotes from one of my fav. movies. Can u guess???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0025309/"&gt;Cleo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Donations! Donations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000552/"&gt;Saul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh! I thought it was the trash can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000552/"&gt;Clarence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I met Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. one time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0807743/"&gt;Sweets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, you lyin'. You ain't never met no Martin Luther the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000552/"&gt;Prince Akeem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listen, I know what I like, and I know you know what I like, because you were trained to know what I like, but I would like to know, what do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000552/"&gt;Saul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goddammit. If a man wants to call himself Muhammed Ali, I say Muhammed Ali.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000552/"&gt;Clarence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mama call him Clay - I call him Clay. Cassius Clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL. I couldn't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112724889047026106?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112724889047026106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112724889047026106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112724889047026106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112724889047026106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-sitting-here-feeling-wind-from-rita.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11836769.post-112621401626710550</id><published>2005-09-08T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T14:13:36.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have much to say, Im just doing this to "update"(lol) my blogger. Now i have music on my blogger. Yay! Thanks to Racquel.&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/11836769-112621401626710550?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112621401626710550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112621401626710550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112621401626710550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112621401626710550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-have-much-to-say-im-just-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11836769.post-112622095856142729</id><published>2005-09-08T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:51:18.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/1600/728x90_katrina_banner_hsus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/320/728x90_katrina_banner_hsus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://%20https//secure.hsus.org/01/disaster_relief_fund_2005?source=drfhb4"&gt;            https://secure.hsus.org/01/disaster_relief_fund_2005?source=drfhb4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;COPY AND PASTE&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/11836769-112622095856142729?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112622095856142729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112622095856142729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112622095856142729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112622095856142729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/09/httpssecure.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-112585686080120592</id><published>2005-09-04T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:01:00.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Did anybody hear what Kanye West said about Bush on the Red Cross Telethon (a telethon right?)..&lt;br /&gt;Well if u didn't Kanye and Mike Meyers (Austin Powers) were talking about the people and the effects on them from Hurricane Katrina. When Kanye was talking he said: "George Bush doesn't care about Black People". Now, this wasn't part of the script or whatever u may call it. When he said that I laughed because its true and this was LIVE television. I hope Bush was watching so he can see how most people feel about him. In my opinion, I don't think he truely cares about black people like he does white people. Well if he does, he doesn't show it. He was so quick to go to war, but soo slow to help out his own people in a crisis. America is suppose to be one of the richest countries. 5 days to bring the National Guard out there to bring food and water and shelter. It takes more than 1 day to bring buses to 1 city and to get all of them out?? The city isn't even that big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112585686080120592?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112585686080120592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112585686080120592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112585686080120592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112585686080120592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/09/kanye.html' title='Kanye'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11836769.post-112569120142379947</id><published>2005-09-02T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:21:21.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well I haven't posted anything on my blogger in so long because there is nothing to post, not really, i dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last week Thursday we had Hurricane Katrina swing by. So that evening, we had no lights. U dont understand how PISSED OFF i was. And I almost didnt eat dinner. Now if anybody knows me, they will know that when it comes to eating, I dont play. LOL. So for almost a week, well the lights came back on Monday afternoon. From Thursday till Monday, I was hot and bothered, a lil hungry (LOL), sweaty, tired, the list goes on and on. I dont want to tell u all of my feelings and emotions, too X-rated :) When u have nothing to do at home and there's no TV, or electricity, u start thinking about alot of stuff like: What if it was always like this?, What if the weather would of been worse? What if I was up there in New Orleans? I dont even think I could of made it, fo real fo real. Cause I cant go 2 hours without food and they have been hungry for at least 4 days now. I can go without lights for a week, I can take cold showers, I been through that before, not having lights and stuff. And cold showers aint so bad. U should try it sometimes. When the lights were out, I couldn't charged my cell phone up. So I was going crazy too at the same time. And when I go to the bathroom, I ALWAYS cut the switch on for some reason thinking the lights r on, omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;U dont realize what u have until its gone. Alot of people take things for granted. Like maybe me for example, I can't even live without my cell phone, now thats messed up. Or a hot meal, Thousands and Thousands of people don't have anything to eat right now.When I look at pictures and interviews on the news about New Orleans, it looks like Somalia, it doesn't even look like America, but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; As u can see, New Orleans has alot of black people, like myself. And I believe that if that city was full of white people, they would of been out there the next day saving people. Why did it take 3 or 4 days to come out there? One senator said that if they weren't poor and black, they would of never been left out there. And Mr. Bush, he was out there and came right back a few days ago. W/e I dont want to talk about him. In Broward the teachers can't talk about this crisis to the kids. Why? Because the school board said no. When they had the tsunami, oh yeah it was ok then to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why is it that the people over there got to go so crazy? Killing, Raping, Stealing. Well I can understand stealing cause there is no food and water to get at home. There is no home to go to. Might as well, people r hungry. They got to feed their family, so they got to do what they got to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;OK, Im talking too much. Its thundering again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112569120142379947?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112569120142379947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112569120142379947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112569120142379947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112569120142379947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricane-katrina.html' title='Hurricane Katrina'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11836769.post-112395198128257753</id><published>2005-08-13T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:53:50.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I want to go on a shopping spree. I can see it now.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;oOoPs, anyway, feel free to post a cOmMEnt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Give a shout-out to anybody, Post A pOEM, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Trade recipes..........LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112395198128257753?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112395198128257753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112395198128257753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112395198128257753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112395198128257753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-to-go-on-shopping-spree.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11836769.post-112337604850615503</id><published>2005-08-06T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:07:07.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/1600/LIFE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/320/LIFE1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School starts back again on Monday. While everyone is gone, Im gonna be here by myself, (Grandma leaves too). I need to occupy myself with something, maybe something like umm.............A JOB???? LOL. I have my book to help kill some time, but that isn't enough. Whenever I start at Miami Dade,I don't know if I will be able to keep a job, maybe I can find one there? I seen that young girl who substitutes at MLEC sometimes at MDC. She probably goes to school there. I don't need to have any worries, but in the back of my mind, Im always thinking: "but what if this?" or "but what if that"? Why dont I just move away to a foreign* country and live on a farm or something? That sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112337604850615503?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112337604850615503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112337604850615503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112337604850615503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112337604850615503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/08/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-112291726292260056</id><published>2005-08-01T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:58:46.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Well another hot as day in Miami. Its so hot, u can see the devil sitting on the couch fanning himself. LOL. I really am thinking about starting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;school in August instead of January, but there is one thing, PROCRASTINATION. I dont have long, I have before August 24 to decide and get everything situated. Oh bOy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112291726292260056?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112291726292260056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112291726292260056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112291726292260056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112291726292260056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-another-hot-as-day-in-miami.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11836769.post-112216019291707135</id><published>2005-07-23T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:59:16.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stripper&lt;/span&gt; Name &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Trixie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/strippername.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Stripper Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&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/11836769-112216019291707135?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112216019291707135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112216019291707135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112216019291707135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112216019291707135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-stripper-name-is-trixie-get-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-112214190968516006</id><published>2005-07-23T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T17:56:48.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table  style="border: 1px solid black; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;" align="center" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your name is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;input name="Your name is..." value="Dorie" size="20" type="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your kiss is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your hugs are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to die for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;burn into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your touch is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;heart warming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your smell is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your smile is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hypnotising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your love is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;input value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/span&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/11836769-112214190968516006?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112214190968516006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112214190968516006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112214190968516006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112214190968516006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-112214109765151632</id><published>2005-07-23T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:51:37.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038910932_erthugbear.jpg" border="0" alt="Thug Bear" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thug Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112214109765151632?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112214109765151632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112214109765151632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112214109765151632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112214109765151632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/care-bear.html' title='Care Bear'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-112207800711513667</id><published>2005-07-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:35:55.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(182, 182, 194);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Spanish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/spanish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, learning a language is about career advancement and communication.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Spanish will bring you tons of possiblities for jobs and travel. Bárbaro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &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/11836769-112207800711513667?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112207800711513667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112207800711513667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112207800711513667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112207800711513667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-language.html' title='My Language'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-112207777225231752</id><published>2005-07-22T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:05:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Ain't Nothing But A Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;20  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&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/11836769-112207777225231752?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112207777225231752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112207777225231752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112207777225231752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112207777225231752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/age-aint-nothing-but-number.html' title='Age Ain&apos;t Nothing But A Number'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-112155574567695385</id><published>2005-07-16T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:57:42.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;How can someone learn how to drive when no one teaches you? Well no one really has to teach u but when u have parents, they want to make sure u know how to drive. So they may take u out on an empty lot to practice, but anyway. All I need is to take and pass my driver's test and get my operative license or whatevr u call it. To all the parent out there, please dont put a club on ur car when u leave the car home to go out of town. Ur kids wont take off with it. Thats just mean. I know the feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112155574567695385?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112155574567695385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112155574567695385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112155574567695385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112155574567695385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/club.html' title='Club'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-112084044898439810</id><published>2005-07-08T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T17:55:44.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED AS HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/1600/Yosemite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/200/Yosemite.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey there everybody (the only person who sees this from my knowledge is racquel..lol) Another boring day that I have to go through. For some reason I keep having this dream about death since last week. Well it only happened twice so far.The first time I had it I woke up crying. In the dream, I was crying alot and I realized I had tears coming down my eyes once I woke up. Is that weird or what? In September, which is 2 months away, it will be 1 year since I was working. Its a shame.I filled out at least 30 applications or maybe more since then. I guess since I haven't been in jail, they dont want me. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112084044898439810?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112084044898439810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112084044898439810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112084044898439810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112084044898439810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/bored-as-hell.html' title='BORED AS HELL'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11836769.post-112026306591025411</id><published>2005-07-01T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T17:45:27.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So call summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/1600/classic_wp_05_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/976/320/classic_wp_05_800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well, Well, Well. High School is over and I can't believe I'm saying this but...............DAMN!!!! I THINK I MISS IT A LIL BIT!..My goal at this moment is to find a job and eventually go to school. Right now, I don't have a job, I've been trying sooo hard, why is it that I can't get a job. I am so discouraged. Is it something Im not doing right, I call them and ask about my application, I had two interviews so far, no call backs or nothing. WTF! This is why people do stupid shit and get in trouble because they out there selling drugs and hustlin cause they can't get a job. But w/e I'll get a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-112026306591025411?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112026306591025411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=112026306591025411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112026306591025411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/112026306591025411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-call-summer.html' title='So call summer'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-111740359868511178</id><published>2005-05-29T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:45:32.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Single Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well we finally got ur cap and gown. And to get my cap and gown I had to sweat and be smushed together with a whole bunch of people, which caused arguments cause we had immature and stupid seniors who didn't want to back up and make a line. Natasha, for some reason got in front of everyone and got hers. Now, I was way in the front. Why did she get VIP access and who is she? She could of waited like everybody else. I know the people wouldn't move but that doesn't mean she can skip everyone. I waited like everybody else and I even tried to tell the retards to go back, but like I said they're retards. And I can't believe that these people are going to be let out into the real world. They can't even get in a straight line for cap and gowns, imagine a couple of years from now when some of them will be in line for food stamps, W.I.C., and when its time to eat @ the family reunion, or even something simple like the grocery line. Huh??? Huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party in 4th period. omg the food was good. Milena's people has a restaurant and they serve chinese food. I think chinese food is now my next fav food after soul food and italian (pizza). What i really liked was the sweet and sour chicken (i wanna learn how to make that). I gotta go back one day soon. Why am I talking about this?? IDK.&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/11836769-111740359868511178?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111740359868511178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=111740359868511178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111740359868511178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111740359868511178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/05/single-line.html' title='A Single Line'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-111668665286525143</id><published>2005-05-21T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T07:47:46.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I'll be graduating* from school in another week or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I can't believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;God knows what I'll get myself into after school is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;LOL. W/E. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hopefully, I'll get a J.O.B. and travel a lil' bit before I start school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Why do I even have a Blogger, I can't think of anything to put in my Blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks Racquel.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;*Some of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-111668665286525143?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111668665286525143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=111668665286525143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111668665286525143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111668665286525143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='????'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-111306848884988390</id><published>2005-04-09T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:51:44.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Right now, there is 35 more days till the last day of school. Relief. Looking back on my high school year "journey" it was not cracked up like I thought it would be. So far, I had @ least 3 people (probadly more) tell me that I should enjoy it while I can. After H.S., ull be all on ur own and u have to provide for ur self I guess :P I know one thing for sure, my mom bets-ta not try to control me. Im already 18, so basically, I can do whatever. But once school is over, I don't want her telling me what time to be back home and shit cause its not like I gotta get up to go to school the next day??? LOL.. Anyway, I'll miss a few people after school is over, and some I wont miss:) I'll keep in touch with the ones who were my REAL friends, they know who they r.&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/11836769-111306848884988390?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111306848884988390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=111306848884988390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111306848884988390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111306848884988390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/04/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-111281086831367584</id><published>2005-04-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:00:36.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Man im sooo sleepy, sitting here in the library @ school. I left Drama class today (they had a sub:) Anyway, I gotta catch the bus today after school. I HATE CATCHING THE BUS AFTER SCHOOL. I hope the bus driver don't forget that Im on the bus and pass by stop like she did 2x already. LOL When I get home I gotta finish my research paper, I have like 3 pages to do. The last time I was working on it, I suddenly got sick and threw up????. Im allergic to research papers. Thats my excuse if I don't turn it in. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-111281086831367584?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111281086831367584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=111281086831367584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111281086831367584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111281086831367584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/04/man-im-sooo-sleepy-sitting-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-111265687370915791</id><published>2005-04-04T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:27:58.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPSTONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;OMG I HATE THE CAPSTONE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am sitting here trying to figure out what the HELL am I gonna write for my research paper. I have like 3/4 of my first page done. I'm tired, sleepy, and I don't understand why this CAPSTONE is gonna help me in the future. Maybe it will, IDK, but right now I just feel like this is gonna keep me away from continuing school cause I can't take all this work. I wish I was on a deserted island right now away from all this madness. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I sHOUld Of hAd ChRis Do mY pApEr. DAMN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11836769-111265687370915791?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111265687370915791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=111265687370915791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111265687370915791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111265687370915791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/04/capstone.html' title='CAPSTONE'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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-11836769.post-111248193772808782</id><published>2005-04-02T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T17:36:12.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Trade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We the black delegation, choose Tiger Woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;RACIAL DRAFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1st Pick: Blacks -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tiger Woods (So long fried rice, hello fried chicken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd Pick: Jews- Lenny Kravitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3rd Pick: Latinos- Elian Gonzalez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4th Pick: Whites-Colin Powell and Condoleeza Rice (Given Away By Blacks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5th Pick:- Asians- Wu Tang Clan (Brooklyn!! Hoody Hu!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;O.J. is Black again (Relief for the whites) LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;CoNgRAtuLatIons to all races and Konichiwa Bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ALL A JOKE, SO PLEASE DON'T GET OFFENDED. I GOT THIS FROM A SHOW.&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/11836769-111248193772808782?l=werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111248193772808782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11836769&amp;postID=111248193772808782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111248193772808782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11836769/posts/default/111248193772808782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werejustordinarypeople.blogspot.com/2005/04/race-trade.html' title='Race Trade'/><author><name>Dorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423881095533013400</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>
