<?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-22899440</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:27:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>squeezee</title><subtitle type='html'>squeeze me if you can</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotinorange.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22899440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotinorange.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438995690939473053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22899440.post-114286620873527699</id><published>2006-03-20T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:50:08.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;20 march 2006.. last day of school for the second sem sy 2005-2006..the sem was tiring but fun.. hard but tolerable.. and someone had been crossed out.. seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ateneo seems to make the students exert their entire effort to be the best.. the hardships and difficulties form their personality to be a true blue atenean student.. in the near future.. these students really deserve a decent and high paying work.. and im proud to be one of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;as i spend my first year in this prestigious school.. i can barely feel in my hands the priveledges of what an atenean takes to be.. this year has been a fruitful one although ive been inactive to my orgs (MISA and GK).. i find it hard to adjust my study habits.. the transition between high school and college may seem to be the hardest adjustment i have to make but i think there's more to come as the days, months, or years pass by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;evaluation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;im sure that an A mark is going to appear for calculus and chemistry.. and i wish to have at least a C+ mark for english and literature and a B for chem lab.. if this happens.. no doubt that i can be one of the dean's listers this sem.. what a great achievement for me.. to be a one of the DL's in the ateneo is one thing that i can be proud of..for sure.. il make my parents proud.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;this year is not easy for me..the difficulties ive encountered have made me into what i am now.. changes may occur of course.. and i wish that its for my own good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what about friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahha.. ive met so many friends this sem.. and im happy to expand my circle of friends.. they don't bore me nor irritate me..however.. i dont just gain friends..i also lose sometimes.. the saddest part is..the block is affected by what has happened and the group's relationship with him/her is also dismantled.. im so sorry guys but thats how life works..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;have fun guys! enjoy the summer vacation!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So fun S1!!! ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22899440-114286620873527699?l=hotinorange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotinorange.blogspot.com/feeds/114286620873527699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22899440&amp;postID=114286620873527699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22899440/posts/default/114286620873527699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22899440/posts/default/114286620873527699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotinorange.blogspot.com/2006/03/at-last.html' title='at last'/><author><name>jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438995690939473053</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-22899440.post-114165137635235461</id><published>2006-03-06T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:53:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossed out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;crossed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I let go what has been said..what has been degrading..and what has been deteriorating.. but what has happened to me.. that i can't let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this person has been so careless with his words.. and i just make fun of it.. even if it hurts as being part of the group.. i turn it into a joke.. and instead make "drama" of it.. the group has been a vital part of my ateneo learning.. and also a part of my life.. with this group.. i am nothing for they have shown me what friends are for and what this "group" is really for.. they have shown me an extraordinary care and endless love.. those things are what i really admire with the people of this group.. they have made me happy since i've known them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then..an unforgettable incident has happened with me and that f*cking person.. at first i think this person is really fun to be with and i can easily get along with his butt..but it turns out to be the other way around.. all the while.. i think maybe he just lacks caring.. but it seems that saying annoying words and lame excuses is becoming a habit.. i can't tolerate it anymore.. it's becoming a vice.. and it is not right anymore.. i think .. this is the right time to make him realize that this person is NOTHING to the group.. the 28 people must be turn to 27.. i suggest you don't approach me anymore.. coz im tired of your doubtful reasons and dishonest apologies.. better get lost and shut your mouth!&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/22899440-114165137635235461?l=hotinorange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22899440.post-114097116949020637</id><published>2006-02-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:45:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incomplete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;living all alone in a studio type unit seems to be fulfilling..but it turns out to lack something.. this happiness may be complete with tons of friends..the old ones..marist..st.scho..bridget.. and fresh atenean friends..with excellent education from one of the prestigious schools in the Philippines.. the Ateneo has really made my dream true.. but this dream seems to be just the start of another dream..i thought i would be really satisfied with my school now..with my jolly friends..and with my OWN life.. but something's missing..something has been bothering me.. i can't figure it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;is it love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wouldn't it be nice if we were together".. a song from the movie 50 First Dates.. its an old song..(which i dont know the lyrics that much..just that line so i dont know the whole thought of the song).. no matter the song means.. i hope in my life.. there would be someone whom i could spend my time with.. you know.. coz im sick of being single.. in like..forever..hihi.. though many has courted me.. haha (not kiddin..though it sounds boastful).. i hope il be able to find the right person for me.. at the right time.. im only 18.. it's going to be a long and winding journey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;is it my family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;im really happy to live all alone in a "not so nice" room but i can bare with it.. but as time pass by..boredom seems to be my greatest enemy.. im always looking forward in gimmicks everyday..or just a hang out.. at any coffee shop or mall.. so.. i always text my friends..whenever they are free, we go out wherever the wind takes us.. we go out.. almost..everyday? so i can't really say that happiness with friends is what im lacking.. maybe.. i just miss my family.. my home..my bed..kisses(our dog).. or even.. the cyvan computer shop..wherein i play dota or any computer games from 7pm to 8am in the morning..(it's my brother's shop so im free to play anytime without burning a single peso).. is it really my family?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;whatever it might be.. a person's life is really incomplete because life will not end in a single minute or second.. agree? as long as we live.. we will find the reason of our existence.. that is.. to live life to the fullest.. to enjoy the best that we have to be satisfied with it.. satisfaction is what people need to enjoy life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;well..to fight boredom (my ultimate enemy).. i hope someone will come and tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"jas.. tara inom tau"&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/22899440-114097116949020637?l=hotinorange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotinorange.blogspot.com/feeds/114097116949020637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22899440&amp;postID=114097116949020637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22899440/posts/default/114097116949020637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22899440/posts/default/114097116949020637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotinorange.blogspot.com/2006/02/incomplete.html' title='incomplete'/><author><name>jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438995690939473053</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-22899440.post-114084545642006005</id><published>2006-02-25T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:40:56.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over a cup of coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over a cup of coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;since no one can finish a coffee in less than twenty to thirty minutes.. wether it is cold (frap) or hot.. a lot of things can happen over a cup of coffee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm a certified addict in starbucks coffee..i go out with my friends everyweek just to have some coffee..usually every wednesday and friday with my atenean blockmates.. that is with patty nicole avie kat yen dean.. kadafridays which is composed of ust patts marist st. scho bridget admu studs..hmmm everyday?! haha..whenever we get bored at home..we just kill time at starbucks bluewave or katipunan..so..no doubts?! no money left again at the end of the week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;time with friends is really worthwhile..hanging out over a cup of coffee seems to be a lot for me.. we talk a lot..lots of matters in life..love, friendship, family,school,serious or humorous or whatever.. we know each other more when we spend time together just to talk and talk.. the bond strengthens and true attitude reveals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;though im not a true blue coffee drinker..(because i usually order frapuccinos rather than espressos).. i truly enjoy spending time at starbucks coffee..with friends of course.. i just enjoy my coffee with them knowing that something new is going to come out.. i go at starbucks not just to have coffee..but to have fun with friends.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q:am i willing to burn lotsa money just of have coffee with friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A: YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my favorites are mocha frap and marshmallow mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to all of my friends..thanks for the company!&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/22899440-114084545642006005?l=hotinorange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotinorange.blogspot.com/feeds/114084545642006005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22899440&amp;postID=114084545642006005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22899440/posts/default/114084545642006005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22899440/posts/default/114084545642006005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotinorange.blogspot.com/2006/02/over-cup-of-coffee.html' title='over a cup of coffee'/><author><name>jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438995690939473053</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-22899440.post-114070907377230843</id><published>2006-02-23T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:41:31.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sometimes, when we come at the end of the road and we have to decide which of the two paths are we going to take..is one point in life that we have encountered many times..sometimes.. we take the wrong path but remain happy..and sometimes we take the right one but become sad.. what should we choose? is it a crime to take the right path and become happy.. in our complicated life.. it seems that attaining infinite happiness needs to cross an infinite sadness..agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we all come to a crucial part of life wherein we choose what's best among the choices..though we are only allowed to take one choice..we must bare in mind that whatever we do..we must face the consequences.. we should always ask "is the juice worth the squeeze?".. (i got it from the movie "girl next door" .. its really inspiring).. this question really works..it really hepls to decide when we come in despair.. or even in happiness.. whatever decisive problem may it be.. this really question applies..&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/22899440-114070907377230843?l=hotinorange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotinorange.blogspot.com/feeds/114070907377230843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22899440&amp;postID=114070907377230843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22899440/posts/default/114070907377230843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22899440/posts/default/114070907377230843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotinorange.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-life.html' title='just life'/><author><name>jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438995690939473053</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>
