<?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-21162700</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:34:19.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::.k@reN.::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14840297678409553568</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21162700.post-114135266511635848</id><published>2006-03-02T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:31:20.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>•Gåîn€§Vîll€  .V$.  SåN FrånCï§CØ•</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fodors.com/wire/archives/ggbridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fodors.com/wire/archives/ggbridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;     Today I live in a place called Gainesville. It's located in North Central Florida. Gainesville is home of one of the most oldest and largest universities of the state. Also, it's an attractive place for old people for it's beautiful and quite landscapes, or its nice weather. In my opinion, I don't like Gainesville because is so quite and small. It only has one mall, and a few shopping centers, restaurants, and business centers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before I moved here, I lived in a spectacular city called San Francisco. San Francisco is located in Central California. It has a Chinese, Japanese, and Italian town. San francisco is attractive for its beautiful landscapes, bridges, museums, streets, buildings and beaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also, it has so many malls, restaurants, universities, colleges, and business in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every city is different and each one of them has a special magic&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/21162700-114135266511635848?l=zaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114135266511635848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21162700&amp;postID=114135266511635848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/114135266511635848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/114135266511635848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/gnvll-v-sn-frncc.html' title='•Gåîn€§Vîll€  .V$.  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First, you should hide in a closet all the things that are in the wrong place because hiding everything won't take you too much time. This way, you will have more time to focus in other things. Next, you should rapidly check the living room and the kitchen because if your friend goes in any of these two places you konw they are okay. After that, it's very important that you check the restroom. In fact, it's more probably that your friends uses it. Following these instructions your house will be ready for everybody. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21162700-113987976592437060?l=zaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113987976592437060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21162700&amp;postID=113987976592437060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/113987976592437060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/113987976592437060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-h-m.html' title='.·´¯`·-&gt;It&apos;$  ¥øü®  Høü$ë  Ä  Më$$??&lt;-·´¯`·.'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14840297678409553568</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-21162700.post-113884116159386410</id><published>2006-02-01T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T17:11:32.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>•°o.O M¥ FåmïL¥'§ KïtCh€n O.o°•</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://homepage3.nifty.com/TakeBreak/flowers/2004/kan-boke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="261" alt="" src="http://homepage3.nifty.com/TakeBreak/flowers/2004/kan-boke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;My family's kitchen is the only place in the apartment where nobody wants to stay because evething is white and bored. The walls, the ceiling, the dishwasher, the stove, the refrigerator, the microwave, and even the set of dishes are white. The kitchen is located in the first hall at right hand, it only has one window and when the day is gray it looks as dark as a hole. To decorate my kitchen I have an orange metal chicken. I put it over on the kitchen table. By the way, the kitchen table is green. The kitchen that I have right now it is not my dream kitchen. My dream kitchen has to be big, spacious with high ceiling. Also, it has to have at least two different colors and more than one window. I want my kitchen with a very modern decoration and style. Right now, I do not have more options and I have to cook in my ugly kitchen, but I really do not cook. Sometimes, I use the microwave. I enjoy helping to cook, I am like a kitchen assistant. Something good about my kitchen is that remains clean. Maybe because nobody likes it and nobody goes in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope to have my dream kitchen soon. In our culture, the kitchen is a very important part of the house&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/21162700-113884116159386410?l=zaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113884116159386410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21162700&amp;postID=113884116159386410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/113884116159386410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/113884116159386410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/oo-m-fml-ktchn-oo.html' title='•°o.O M¥ FåmïL¥&apos;§ KïtCh€n O.o°•'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14840297678409553568</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-21162700.post-113839788836247523</id><published>2006-01-27T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:48:29.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(¯`•¸·´¯)M¥  ƒïR$T  Ðå¥  ïN  TH€  U.S.(¯`·¸•´¯)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.napier.ac.uk/qes/studentretentionproject/studentbooklets/images/sad%20dots%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.napier.ac.uk/qes/studentretentionproject/studentbooklets/images/sad%20dots%20face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I arrived on August 11, 2002 at 2:30 pm at the Miami International Airport. As soon I put my feet outside the aiplane I felt different. Then I walked and walked until I saw my Mom so happy waiting for me. When a saw her I felt so happy. Few minutes later we went to the parking lot and I remember that the first store that I entered in this country was Shell to buy a phone card to call my family in Colombia. After that, we went to a friend's apartment to take a rest because later we had to go out again. This time we went to Ft. Lauderdale International Airport and took a flight to Tampa at 8:00 pm. We arrived to Tampa at 8:45 pm. The reason of my flight was to visit my sister. I had not seen her for almost a year. That day was full of emotions. I was so happy of being with my family again, but at the same time I felt son sad because of what I had left behind in my country. After 3 years I remeber August 11, 2002 as the most &lt;strong&gt;unforgetable&lt;/strong&gt; day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21162700-113839788836247523?l=zaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113839788836247523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21162700&amp;postID=113839788836247523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/113839788836247523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/113839788836247523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/m-rt-n-th-us.html' title='(¯`•¸·´¯)M¥  ƒïR$T  Ðå¥  ïN  TH€  U.S.(¯`·¸•´¯)'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14840297678409553568</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-21162700.post-113798995159818491</id><published>2006-01-22T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:27:01.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>•·.·´¯`·.·•AßøüT m€•·.·´¯`·.·•</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My name is Karen. I was born in Cartagena,Colombia. I lived there for 17 years. Now, I am 20 years &lt;a href="http://www.wallpaper-land.com/Manga/Naruto/Naruto2173wp30_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" height="240" alt="" src="http://www.wallpaper-land.com/Manga/Naruto/Naruto2173wp30_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;old and I have not come back to my contry since then. I came to the U.S to learn English and study my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I lived in San Francisco for about 3 years; in my opinion is the most beatiful city in this country. I consired myself like a patient, open minded, and relaxed person. I like to meet people from anywhere in the whole world and I think this country is the perfect place to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;More about me???.... I like almost all kind of music, I read about pop art, design and manga for pleasure only, and I love being on an airplane enjoying the views from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am a person of a few words so I hope you had liked this little something about me. Once someone told me this: "Take advantage of everything you have because you never know what you really have until you lose it."&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/21162700-113798995159818491?l=zaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113798995159818491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21162700&amp;postID=113798995159818491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/113798995159818491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/113798995159818491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-m.html' title='•·.·´¯`·.·•AßøüT m€•·.·´¯`·.·•'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14840297678409553568</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-21162700.post-113760651073212186</id><published>2006-01-18T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:48:30.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21162700-113760651073212186?l=zaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113760651073212186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21162700&amp;postID=113760651073212186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/113760651073212186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21162700/posts/default/113760651073212186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14840297678409553568</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></feed>
