<?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-9174409</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:47:55.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Gurl who smiles</title><subtitle type='html'>It just a website, that kind of explain a little bit about my life. Well actually a lot. Its pretty cool once I make like that.^_^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110679046319020461</id><published>2005-01-26T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T17:47:43.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a new website!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I got a new website!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/talkinblu18"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/talkinblu18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;yewande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110679046319020461?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110679046319020461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110679046319020461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110679046319020461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110679046319020461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-got-new-website.html' title='I got a new website!!!!'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110671137667796766</id><published>2005-01-25T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:49:36.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister is sucha pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;My sister is such a pain!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sister gets on my last nerve.If you ahve seen her at school then u would kinda get the idea. She doesn't do anything ut, still watch TV she not allowed 2 b/c of her grades. She gets on my nerves. Im telling her to clean the house and she telling me no. If we dont clean the house my Dad will wake me up in the middle of the night yelling at me that the hosue isn't clean. I hate that. Just about evry night i only sleep between 5-6hours of sleep. So I pretty tierd when i wake. She gets me in touble more htan u can imagne. Sometimes I think that parents dont notice anything about anyone. Everyday i get ppl coming up 2 me saying that "y is ur sisters so annoying" or "tel her 2 stop tlkinh 2 me" or "ur sister is a freak". I dont like when ppl say that about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but, I cant do anyhting b/c its true. She really does act like this. We got our progress reports. I got 3 A's and 4 B's I got 2 100% in Lanuage Arts and Art. I dont anything her class but, talk to evrbody I c. IT funny. I sometimes pay atention. Most of the times.In art, u either get an A or a F. My mom was happy and I didn't  tell my dad. I also got my history fair project back I got an 88% B+. I though was gonna do bad in her class. In Alagebra(1, in 8th grade) I got an 89.78 and she  wouldn't round it, I woulod have made an A o well. I still got a good grade. My dad will b home any second from now &amp; if he sees me ont he computer he will kill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;always yewande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110671137667796766?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110671137667796766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110671137667796766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110671137667796766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110671137667796766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-sister-is-sucha-pain.html' title='My Sister is sucha pain'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110635920985326570</id><published>2005-01-21T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T18:00:09.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to write about</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nothing 2 rite about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;There is nothing to wirte about. Nothing happen today. Tommorw Im going to g2g2 bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;-always yewande&lt;/span&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/9174409-110635920985326570?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110635920985326570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110635920985326570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110635920985326570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110635920985326570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2005/01/nothing-to-write-about.html' title='Nothing to write about'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110626913091189909</id><published>2005-01-20T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:58:50.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean the House!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clean the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is the same as always. I want to add music to my website. But I dont know how. Maybe some1 will show me. Me and Ann got in trouble with Mrs. Stansel and got sent to Mrs. Blum.What happen was that I was trying to move the desk so Ann could get out and I accidentally smashed ehr finger. And she got mad so she tryed to pinch me and she did and yelled out ouche dand started laughing. I think she was PMSing this week. because she doesn't act like this usually. Then, Ann goes Im happy Ali isn't not here today. he is this guy i like the whole entire 7th grade. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/stickyfingers1"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/stickyfingers1&lt;/a&gt; (read the past post u will c how much I like him.) Any way, I have about 10 minutes on the computer. what canI tlk about.....O yeah the topic is beacuse we wnat to sell our house, so we can move. And this person is coming to inspect ur house to see how much its worht and what we can do to it. They doign the inspection tommorw moring so, I have to clean to whole hosue tonight. The vacum cleaner is broken. I ahve to hand sweep the whole entire house. That sucks. My back is gonna be killing me in the morning and it gonna take me forever. O well better get started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-always Yewande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.- I wonder what gonna ahppen to us in the brand New House.????&lt;/span&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/9174409-110626913091189909?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110626913091189909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110626913091189909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110626913091189909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110626913091189909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2005/01/clean-house.html' title='Clean the House!!!!'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110610299058182527</id><published>2005-01-18T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T18:50:16.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Nothing Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Today nm happen I went to school, came bck did homewrokj watch tv maybe go on the computer and then go 2 bed. It pretty boring. I'm just think ing about high school. I dont have all of the ppl their like in Darnall some arre going 2 Paxon. It good but my mom doesn't want to me to go there. She said if AI get into Paxon she will trun them away and send me to Nease. Its a new school. In Sainbt John's county. Evry1 saying that its a good school. I have nvr been there so I have to check it out. I known my friend Puala is going there. Byt I doubt that we r going 2 b in evry class together. Then, I have to make new friends all over again. It not like that I'm not good at it its just that I dont like too start all over again. Well Im going to Stanton while i live in another city. I have to got take the bus at Mandrin High School. i know alot of ppl there form my chruch. G2G BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;yewande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110610299058182527?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110610299058182527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110610299058182527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110610299058182527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110610299058182527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2005/01/nothing-much_18.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110610244076274805</id><published>2005-01-18T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T18:40:40.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110610244076274805?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110610244076274805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110610244076274805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110610244076274805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110610244076274805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2005/01/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110584956342557168</id><published>2005-01-15T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T20:26:03.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nothing is going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today  was how I exspected it to be. Except for wehn My dad took my mom and the family out to eat. We ate at Golden Carrel. The food was differnet. Really diferent. The rolls are usually fluffed up and u can squeeze the air out of it but the one I had was flat and it was soggy. Also the maccroni it was really liquidly. Instaed of kind of thick but not too thick. Then, when we got home I watch this movie "She gets what she wants" I thought it was a good movie. In my school, Im not like that but, Im very well know. Some people I dont evn know come up and say hi to me. Weird??? Well better go to bed we have Church in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-a&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;lways yewande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110584956342557168?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110584956342557168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110584956342557168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110584956342557168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110584956342557168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2005/01/nothing-going-on.html' title='Nothing going on'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110576144590013279</id><published>2005-01-14T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T19:57:25.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann Got Dissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ann Got Dissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been posting much. Our computer was taken away because they had to put WindowsXP in it. I like it but, then i cant download thigns easliy. U have to do through the administration. The reason for my title is Early a few pots below I said that James told Ali like her and all that junk. Well she wanted to me to go ask, if that was true. I didnt really want to go because I used to like him but, not anymore(*surprise,surprise*). I didn't really want to ask because they would think i would still like him. But I dont Finally I went up there. I go. "What u told Ann was it true?". He answers as if he has no clue wut I was tlkin about(he didn't) he says"what did I say to Ann" At 1st I said nvr mind but I truned bck around  and said"That Ali like Ann". He says it like he was tired "No he doesn't" I walk bck and told her wut happen and she likes" O well, its his lost." I sit there just laughing. Singing in ehr face" Ann got dissed". She got mad at me and started pinching me. I know that girl likes him. Alot that is all she tlks about him and likes he does this and looks good in this. Well she can find a new guy 2 look for or I can keep treying to hook them up. I dont know. I dont like tlking to him 4 some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Better go to bed we have to go soemhwere in the moringi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bye yewande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110576144590013279?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110576144590013279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110576144590013279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110576144590013279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110576144590013279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2005/01/ann-got-dissed.html' title='Ann Got Dissed'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110471122618895726</id><published>2005-01-02T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T16:13:46.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The New Church &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today is Sunday, as uaual we go to to church. Today was different. Instead we went to JBQ at Mandrin Assembly of God(our normal church) , after that we went to this Nigerian Church. It near Regency Mall. I was the children's pastor(not really i just had to monitor the children and read to them and junk) Anyway, it was good at 1st but, then the kids got restless. I wouldnt blame them, they cram like 30 kids into this little small room. The older ones were so annoying. This girl was was there i not gonna say her name but, her mom is really good friends w/ my mom. She is so rude. It's not eevn funnny. I just got tired of it so i put in a movie. This lady cam ein and told them that they had to read the bible and she wold come bck and tlk to them about it. Well after I came bck I was P-O-O-P-E-D.I went to bed and diddn't wake up till 5:00 in the afternoon. That just about it.  It's the new year finnally we get 2 go bck to school tommorw(*rolling eyes*) i wonder what I will jhave for my elective. I think it will b ecomputers or maybe Art. I dont know yet , but I hope i have at some1 2 tlk 2. wut I'm thinking I always have some1 to tlk to when i get to a class. Any class. i just too well known. I have to buy another planner. I hate the one i have now it's really ugly. So i am buying the new one tommorw. Gotta get ready for tommorw Cloths and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cya ltr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bye^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110471122618895726?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110471122618895726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110471122618895726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110471122618895726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110471122618895726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-church.html' title='The New Church'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110418555024332014</id><published>2004-12-27T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:12:30.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored out of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Bored out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There is completely nothing 2 do at my house. Evrything is so boring. Yesterday I went to bed at 3:30am then I woke up 12:30pm this afternoon. That is pretty late, to me. I proably have to try getting up earlier. NO WAY, Im sleeping early that is just wrong to me.^_^ Well i was wathcing TV and i watch Brittany most shocking moments(Brittany Spears). The 1 I thought was the most shocking was when she went bare foot, into a Gas Station bathroom. If u have nvr been in one. They r the nastiest things on the face of the planet!There r germs there!!!! Lot and lots of it. She is gonna say that "O, my feet were hurting &amp; It was 2 hot 2 wear those really thick shoes, so I had to go bare foot." No that is no exuse to go inside a gas station bathroom!!!! ewww....... Wkae up &amp;amp; smell the coffee!!!! Honey, its called flip-flops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;                  Other than that evry since Christmas it has been pretty boring around here. Well better go see wut my sisters r doing(probably stealing somehting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110418555024332014?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110418555024332014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110418555024332014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110418555024332014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110418555024332014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/bored-out-of-my-mind_27.html' title='Bored out of my mind'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110409356160492288</id><published>2004-12-26T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T12:39:21.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Body has gone home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody has gone home- Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today at 4:00am in the moring. We dropped off our anuts and cousins(Bimpe an Toby) at the airport. It was cold and I was tired. I went to bed at 3:15am. So I only had 45 inutes to sleep. So I wasn't really paying any attention to what was going on around me. Now they called and said that they are back in Rhode Island. Toby left part of her Christmas present at her house(like I new that wwasn't gonna happen) They a lot of dolls. And dolls parts. My sister Ebun was playing w/ it. I gave her this really weird look. She is 11 alomost 12 and crawling on the floor w/ a car in her hand. The Toby that lives her in Jacksonville, went back to her house after spending the night over at our house for over 3 or 4 days now. When we got bck from the airport, I went staright to bed and didn't wake up until 12:55 pm. Its still felt like it was only 7:00am outside. Nature is really weird. My mom has gone to work, and Im home alone w/ my 2 sisters pretty much do nothing. Im listening to music. There is nvr anyone on anymore. They r always away or something. I think I need a tag board. Im trying to find one. I dont want to get one at tag-board.com b/c u have to sign up with these ppl  that give u lame bargins. And all the other sites that I know r 2 complicated. Does anybody no were I can get a tag board. And i should get a geust book. Yeah... Im gonna go do that write now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110409356160492288?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110409356160492288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110409356160492288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110409356160492288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110409356160492288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/every-body-has-gone-home.html' title='Every Body has gone home'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110399990710387069</id><published>2004-12-25T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T10:38:27.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today is Christmas. My mom makes really good food. A whole bunch of presents under the tree. I got a lot of stuff. My aunt she got me these pants and they didn't fit me or Ebun(second born), so we had to give it Ife(the smallest) So she got 3 pants 2 wear. They always say they will give me one on Thursday. Im sure.... Anyway, things r going great. Its kinda boring but, it all good. G2g Christmas lunch is ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110399990710387069?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110399990710387069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110399990710387069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110399990710387069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110399990710387069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110391143269758259</id><published>2004-12-24T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T10:03:52.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;One more day till christmas. I'm kinda happy, at least I 'll be getting something. Can write much.sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110391143269758259?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110391143269758259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110391143269758259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110391143269758259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110391143269758259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-eve_24.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110385130357610306</id><published>2004-12-23T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T17:21:43.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble makers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Trouble makers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I promise u these children r driving my carzy, Im about ripp my hairs out!!!! Everysince they met Toby(my 2nd cousin) they will not stay still. And Bimpe, one of them acts like Ife when she doesnt listen. She is the one getting on my nervers the most. I hate it. She just comes in my room thiknk its her starts playing on my computer. She put somehting in it and it took me 4evr to get it off. I am getting tired of it. We have alot of presents under our tree. But none of it it what I want. What  I want u wrap it in a persent, sadly.Anyway, Im gonna go bck to babysitting those trouble makers.bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110385130357610306?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110385130357610306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110385130357610306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110385130357610306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110385130357610306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/trouble-makers.html' title='Trouble makers'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110373308749902787</id><published>2004-12-22T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T08:31:27.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuckie Cheese Please, Yeah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Chuckie Cheese Please, Yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The reason i have that title is because we r going to chuckie cheese w/ my mom, 2 sisters , 2 cousins, and Aunt. Anytime we have vitors we go all these differnt places. Sometimes Its fun, sometimes not. But aleast we get 2 go somewhere. Right now, Im bored to death b/c we r not doign anything but, watching Tv. Its fun, but not when u do it 24/7 then u start 2 become a Couch Potato. I cant become 1. Its juts not possibale for me. I have to get up and do something. So now IM adding 2 my website. and tlkin 2 ppl online.There is pretty much no1 2 tlk too. please..... get on Im bored !!!!! My screen name is on the other side of the w/ all the infomation Bye-bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110373308749902787?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110373308749902787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110373308749902787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110373308749902787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110373308749902787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/chuckie-cheese-please-yeah.html' title='Chuckie Cheese Please, Yeah!!'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110356295164403561</id><published>2004-12-20T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T09:15:51.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time(Vistors)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas time(Vistors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Today we have to clean up our house b/c ppl from Rhode Island r coming 2 spend Christmas w/ us. We went shopping for them yesterday and Saturday 2. Now today we have to clean the whole house bc/ they r coming tommorw morning at around 11:00am. Its cold outside, its 37 degrees. This is supose to Florida, its not supose 2 b this cold mayb around 50 but not 37. The lowest  its evr been is 25!!! That below freezin!!! If only it would snow. G2g clean some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110356295164403561?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110356295164403561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110356295164403561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110356295164403561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110356295164403561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-timevistors.html' title='Christmas time(Vistors)'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110343575067271170</id><published>2004-12-19T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T21:55:50.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Is Moving Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sarah is moving away- :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my best friend is oving away 2 California. She is Moving to San Deigo. I will still get to tlk her on Im  but, i still wont b the same. And i didnt even get her a Christmas gift. I forgot. The next time I will c her is when she comes on vacation which will probably b nvr. Im so sad. Then, my friend Liz in my neightborhood is moving to live w/ her mom. So i will barely get to c her anymore. It 12:30 in the morning, and Im kinda sleepy. On Friday, i went on a feild trip to skate world. i fell a lot of times. My butt hurt really bad. But its was a lot of fun. Esspeailly when my Freind Ann didnt know how to skate she kept falling gand falling. I would just stand there and laugh. She told that James Cook told her that Ali like her b/c he said that Ali said that he kept sayin"Oh, Ann" I used to like him but not naymore. She said that he was ugly. I told her not 2 say that.( in my head)  It would be kinda funny if Ali and Ann were going out. They actully look kinda cute together. Im gona ask if that is true. Now , he finally nos that i dont like heim any more., B/c James Cook asks if i still like him. I said "No" he didnt put he's head bck and gave this smerk on his face. I lied BIG time. It was kinda true b/  i still kinda like him, somewut in a way. But i wasn't gonna tell him that. So I lied. Hopefully he wont find the truth. *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p.s.- Im listening 2 "Always"-  Blink-182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110343575067271170?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110343575067271170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110343575067271170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110343575067271170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110343575067271170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/sarah-is-moving-away.html' title='Sarah Is Moving Away'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110264687928461015</id><published>2004-12-09T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:47:59.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't Make it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Didn't Make it- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We got to see who made the team judging by the title I didnt make it. The only ppl that made were the 8th graders. Only 2 ppl who wern't her last year made the team. She doesn't give ppl a chance a chance. O well its not like she is the queen of the world. Hopefully, she not gonna be my health teacher. And she is gonna tell us over and over gain she doing this b/c that means we are good that she just cant take us. I dont care anymore. Then, we got our PSAT. It's like the SAT but, only we take early than the 12th grade. I got a 1120. I think that pertty good for an 8th grader. My friend got 1600!!! She really smart she always get striaght A's. So it bound to happen. Im gonna change my template try too find somehting cool. g2g gotta finsh some homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110264687928461015?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110264687928461015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110264687928461015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110264687928461015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110264687928461015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/didnt-make-it.html' title='Didn&apos;t Make it'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110237678382219396</id><published>2004-12-06T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:46:23.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today we had soccer tryouts. She gave us this tlk about how we play and if we r gonna make the team. I dont think Im going 2 make the team. Also today was not my day, the scremaged was bad. REally bad Well say mnuch b/c im doning my hw at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110237678382219396?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110237678382219396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110237678382219396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110237678382219396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110237678382219396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/maybe_06.html' title='Maybe?'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110230658033128634</id><published>2004-12-05T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T20:16:20.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored out of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bored out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is nvr anything 2 do at my house, u will alwasy b  bored at my house, althoght ppl say they wish they had my house, it still is not very fun. Today i was sad b/c i was think ing alot and my mom thought there was something wrong w/ me. So she telling me over and over again."wut's wrong?" Dont u hate that when ppl keep asking that over and over again u just dont want 2 tlk about it? Then, tonight we went to play w/ out Liz (like she evr comes) I had to Charles, it not like he not nice to sit by, but he's not some1 I would want to sit by. Then, he sat by Calum. His Chrsitina's younger brother he is very inmature. He plays around way too much. Tommorw i have to go too school. My mom was doing my hair and its not bad its good. but other ppl might not agree w/ that. I will just not say anything, the whole intire day tommorw. And see how it goes. g2g my Dad is yelling at me 2 go 2 bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110230658033128634?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110230658033128634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110230658033128634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110230658033128634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110230658033128634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/12/bored-out-of-my-mind.html' title='Bored out of my mind'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110186818821598819</id><published>2004-11-30T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T18:29:48.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most embrassing most ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most embrassing moment evr- :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Today my friend Sarah Mess up my pants. I came to the stands until the let us go free, to go 2 class. I sat in her seat so she tired to pull me off. When she did my pant were stuck on a metal spring there it went. The sound went off. I was so mad at her, so I told her to come w/ me so i could change into my gyn short. The bad thing about it was they were short shorts. I ahd to wait till around 12:00 to egt my pants. IT WAS A BAD DAY. then, at soccer tryouts when i put on  my cin gards on it look like i had the biggest legs in the world. I hatted that. This guy i uesed to like was hter and his friends( they were trying out 4 basketball), and i was so felt so bad. But i no i didnt better than last yseterday. I am really good at dribbling .g2g my sister has to egt on the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110186818821598819?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110186818821598819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110186818821598819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110186818821598819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110186818821598819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/11/most-embrassing-most-ever.html' title='The most embrassing most ever'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110178883016690534</id><published>2004-11-29T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:27:10.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Tryouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soccer tryouts today was bad. I didnt give it my best. And I dont like that. When u dont try hard then, u dont really try to make the team. So i dint really give it all i had. The thing that really got me was the running. I hate that. You have to run 3 laps straight. The only reason y i hated it was i wasn't pacing my self. Tommorw i am gonna do better. When i got home its was 6:00. It was dark. It was pretty bad. I was the only child there. In the whole school. I didnt like that. My mom said that my dad was picking me up from school and i didnt go on the bus to take me to Sndel wood. So i waited about 30 minutes. Coach Phillps was saying that i have to have a ride by 5:15 pm. It was pretty bad. Tommorw i gonna better g2g my dad is to go bedtelling me I have to go 3 bed. &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/9174409-110178883016690534?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110178883016690534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110178883016690534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110178883016690534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110178883016690534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/11/soccer-tryouts.html' title='Soccer Tryouts'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110170296142679396</id><published>2004-11-28T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T20:36:01.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Food</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was fun. Only thing I didnt like about it was we had to clean up evry1 mess. I hate cleaning. If u saw my room u would no. Then, after that my mom's friend's son b- day was on Saturday and we went to Chuckie Cheese. It wasn't that bad. It was actually pretty fun. I went w/ my little sister in the tube b/c she wouldnt leave me alone if I didnt go w/ her. So i went in there crawling and met this guy. Who was following me. He finally said something and ask how old I was. He said he was 14 but, i dont think so. Then when do that dance, for the b-day thing. This guy was trying his best 2 try 2 look like he was have fun. It was really bad. The food we had was Turkey(of course)this sweet potato thing, mashed potato,upside down cake, rice,  and other stuff that i cant remember. It my bed time, 11:36.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110170296142679396?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110170296142679396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110170296142679396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110170296142679396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110170296142679396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving-food.html' title='Thanksgiving Food'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110126276199855061</id><published>2004-11-23T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T18:19:21.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanksgiving is I think either on Thursday or Friday I think its Friday. Anyway, at my house my mom bakes a whole bunch of food. And like a whole bunch of family and friends come to our house and eat just about evrything we have. Then, after that they barely evr tlk 2 us they tlk to us like once evry 3 months. Wow shows how they care. Today at school we got our progress report. i did O.K. but, not the best i could do. I could get straight A if I wanted too , but soemtimes I'm just lazy. And I nvr get to see my friend Sarah W. b/c she not on my team. In our school, we have 4 teams for each grade and in each team we have a teaher for each subject(L.A,Science, Math, and History) And she on a different team then I am and she eats in the court yard and u r not allowed to go there unless u have A and B honor roll. I got caught, and I have to eat in the cafeteria.We dont have any electives together. And that sucks too. Well Im trying out for soccer next week and I hope I make it. I used to be really good at it to esspeailly denfer wing, wings, and  Goalie. I dont think I will make it but its worth a try.(Sorry if i have bad spelling) g2g my parents said I have to get off by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110126276199855061?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110126276199855061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110126276199855061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110126276199855061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110126276199855061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110117051857062313</id><published>2004-11-22T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:41:58.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my website</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally got it fixed now u can posted evrything it.^_^ Every month I will be changing it, the template. Only i really like this one and i gonna keep it for 2 months Noeber and December. Today is prertty mucht he same.  Only my friend Sarah kept saying that i look at gross things which is not true Any way, i am typing at the library and i dont have anymore time left bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110117051857062313?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110117051857062313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110117051857062313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110117051857062313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110117051857062313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/11/welcome-to-my-website.html' title='Welcome to my website'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110056663406826040</id><published>2004-11-15T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T16:57:14.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This si my 1st entry. Pese ingore there is ntohing much on it,  this is opnly a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yewande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110056663406826040?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110056663406826040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110056663406826040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110056663406826040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110056663406826040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-first-entry.html' title='My first entry'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174409.post-110057013426594256</id><published>2004-11-15T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T17:55:34.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry abotu what it says. It really mess ed up and I have to fix it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174409-110057013426594256?l=gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/110057013426594256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174409&amp;postID=110057013426594256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110057013426594256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174409/posts/default/110057013426594256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlwhosmiles.blogspot.com/2004/11/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>by the Gurl who smiles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986395857908645365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/yewande07/372720455_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
