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wedding'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='christmas in New York'/><category term='me and you'/><category term='El Abuelo y yo'/><category term='first kiss'/><title type='text'>Inspiration Crush</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-4733845020741892742</id><published>2011-12-21T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:12:02.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise words'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wGHXfy-B5Ms/TvJl5c7e58I/AAAAAAAAAhg/ko5hrORSerM/s1600/6a00d8358081ff69e20120a85eac8d970b-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wGHXfy-B5Ms/TvJl5c7e58I/AAAAAAAAAhg/ko5hrORSerM/s400/6a00d8358081ff69e20120a85eac8d970b-800wi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vuelve a empezar&lt;br /&gt;aunque sientas el cansancio&lt;br /&gt;aunque el triunfo te abandone&lt;br /&gt;aunque un error te lastime&lt;br /&gt;aunque un negocio se quiebre&lt;br /&gt;aunque una traicion te hiera&lt;br /&gt;aunque una ilucion se apage&lt;br /&gt;aunque el dolor queme tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;aunque ignoren tus esfuerzos&lt;br /&gt;aunque la ingratitud sea la paga&lt;br /&gt;aunque la incompresion corte tu riza&lt;br /&gt;aunque todo parezca nada&lt;br /&gt;vuelve a empezar. /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Start again,&lt;br /&gt;even if you feel tired&lt;br /&gt;even if success has failed you&lt;br /&gt;even if a mistake haunts you&lt;br /&gt;even if your business is bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;even if infidelity has hurt you&lt;br /&gt;even if your faith seems weak&lt;br /&gt;even if the pain burns your eyes&lt;br /&gt;even if your hardwork is ignored&lt;br /&gt;even if ingratitude is the pay&lt;br /&gt;even if indifference cuts your smile&lt;br /&gt;even if everything seems like nothing&lt;br /&gt;Start again. /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-4733845020741892742?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4733845020741892742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/vuelve-empezar-aunque-sientas-el.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4733845020741892742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4733845020741892742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/vuelve-empezar-aunque-sientas-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will regret it after I type this, but I am actually glad summer is over. Did I really just type that? Trust me, I do not like winter at all, I do not like layering tons of clothes, and I hate that I cannot run out in my shorts and slippers to say go to the market to get the missing sauce for my pasta. I'm the type of girl that loves taking walks in the parks, wearing light summer dresses, and getting out of the house just as I am dressed. However, this time, I am looking forward to changes and maybe a change in seasons will bring different scenes and outcomes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-545622348464591775?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/545622348464591775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/goodbye-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/545622348464591775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/545622348464591775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/goodbye-summer.html' title='goodbye summer...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-4344052179711490971</id><published>2011-09-22T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:59:07.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrm9rrRBTJ1qb4hv5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrm9rrRBTJ1qb4hv5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lro40ruPXx1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lro40ruPXx1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52922830@N04/5623090208"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today we are moving to a temporary place and&amp;nbsp;do you know the first thing I think when packing to a new place? Shower curtains! Such a small little detail you cannot forget, unless you want your bathroom floor to be a pool of water by the end of your shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-4344052179711490971?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4344052179711490971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/source-today-we-are-moving-to-temporary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4344052179711490971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4344052179711490971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/source-today-we-are-moving-to-temporary.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7886651219689175480</id><published>2011-09-12T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:21:49.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise words'/><title type='text'>10 Tips to Start Living in the Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/3486159/4525503649_d1ccaef5cb_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/3486159/4525503649_d1ccaef5cb_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/phaliyp/4525503649/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.” - Buddha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the best, unforeseen consequences of simplifying our lives is that it has allowed us to begin living our lives in the present. Eliminating nonessential possessions freed us from many of the emotions associated with past lives that were keeping us stuck there. And clearing our home has allowed us the freedom to shape our lives today around our most important values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Choosing to live in the past or the future not only robs you of enjoyment today, it robs you of truly living. The only important moment is the present moment. With that goal in mind, consider this list of ten tips below to start living your life in the present:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remove unneeded possessions. Minimalism forces you to live in the present. Removing items associated with past memories or lives frees us up to stop living in the past and start living in the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Smile. Each day is full of endless possibilities! Start it with a smile. You are in control of your attitude every morning, keep it optimistic and expectant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fully appreciate the moments of today. Soak in as much of today as you possibly can – the sights, the sounds, the smells, the emotions, the triumph, and the sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive past hurts. If you are harboring resentment towards another human being because of past hurts, choose to forgive and move on. The harm was their fault. But allowing it to impact your mood today is yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love your job. If you just “survive” the workweek constantly waiting for the next weekend “to get here,” you are wasting 71% of your life (5 out of 7 days). there are two solutions: 1) find a new job that you actually enjoy (it’s out there), or 2) find something that you appreciate about your current career and focus on that rather than the negatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dream about the future, but work hard today. Dream big. Set goals and plans for the future. But working hard today is always the first step towards realizing your dreams tomorrow. Don’t allow dreaming about tomorrow to replace living in today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t dwell on past accomplishments. If you are still talking about what you did yesterday, you haven’t done much today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stop worrying. You can’t fully appreciate today if you worry too much about tomorrow. Realize that tomorrow is going to happen whether you worry about it or not. And since worry has never accomplished anything for anybody, redirect your mental energy elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Think beyond old solutions to problems. Our world is changing so fast that most of yesterday’s solutions are no longer the right answers today. Don’t get locked into a “but that’s how we’ve always done it” mentality. Yesterday’s solutions are not today’s solutions and they are certainly not tomorrow’s solutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Conquer addictions. Addictions in your life hold you hostage. They keep you from living a completely free life today. Find some help. Take the steps. And remove their influence over your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you can only live one moment at a time, you might as well make it the present…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-by Joshua Becker &lt;a href="http://www.becomingminimalist.com/2010/04/05/10-tips-to-start-living-in-the-present/"&gt;(source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7886651219689175480?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7886651219689175480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-tips-to-start-living-in-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7886651219689175480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7886651219689175480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-tips-to-start-living-in-present.html' title='10 Tips to Start Living in the Present'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2864593920734458625</id><published>2011-08-18T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:14:54.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><title type='text'>foggy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lplqq2lBLq1qbyi3no1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lplqq2lBLq1qbyi3no1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/katherinesquier/5349473635/in/faves-elisabelleb/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My blog is named "Inspiration Crush" because I wanted it for inspiration, but from the beginning I always stated it is for me to blog about anything I love, anything that inspires me, life in general, and my own life including my ups and downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are my downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you still stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2864593920734458625?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2864593920734458625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/foggy-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2864593920734458625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2864593920734458625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/foggy-days.html' title='foggy days'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-3659764579187931572</id><published>2011-08-09T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:39:55.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise words'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEfpGfXU32o/TkG3FOF3XGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SpYXUEQZ4dM/s1600/tumblr_kznzwesbUe1qa4w2fo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEfpGfXU32o/TkG3FOF3XGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SpYXUEQZ4dM/s1600/tumblr_kznzwesbUe1qa4w2fo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-3659764579187931572?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3659764579187931572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3659764579187931572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3659764579187931572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary,'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEfpGfXU32o/TkG3FOF3XGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SpYXUEQZ4dM/s72-c/tumblr_kznzwesbUe1qa4w2fo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7489216825105642678</id><published>2011-08-05T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:15:03.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><title type='text'>what will you choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poundingheartbeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/dreams-and-reality.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://poundingheartbeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/dreams-and-reality.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes we walk down the road we want and even though we see warnings like rocks on the way that we stumble upon on, we keep on. It isn't until we fall in the face, break our lips and bleed, that we notice maybe this is not the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I had to choose this very moment, I would run to my dreams, cause reality sometimes is just too much for me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nc7qbLwaM7g" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7489216825105642678?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7489216825105642678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-will-you-choose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7489216825105642678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7489216825105642678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-will-you-choose.html' title='what will you choose?'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Nc7qbLwaM7g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2000973233382467493</id><published>2011-07-07T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:23:33.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Dear Happiness,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="8968653_0ursml6j_c_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10309780/8968653_0uRSmL6J_c_large.jpg?1306815690" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_limliq7h1w1qb6t6wo1_500_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8276891/tumblr_limliq7h1W1qb6t6wo1_500_large.jpg?1301242545" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would you stay here for a while? I have missed you so. And while you're here can you bring along relaxation with you? Thank you so much ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've had a few of those weeks where everything comes to perspective. Here I am planning this wedding, making sure every detail is perfect, and then something happens that makes you realize its not that important. Yes, I am getting married for the first time and hopefully the only time, but after this day the whole world will remain the same. My life may change, so will my fiancee's, and maybe our family members who will miss saying goodnight and seeing our grumpy faces in the breakfast table in the mornings, but about everything else will remain the same. There are so many things in this world, so many kids starving, so many people with no homes, so many illnesses, so many deaths. And sometimes, just sometimes, you think, "is this all worth it?" Spending so much money on one event when there are so many that don't even have enough for a meal, their medicine? My friend answered this with: "Yes, it is. This is your day. And there will always be people suffering wether you get married or not, whether you throw a party or not. A lot of people can't afford this, but if you can then why not? You are not spending millions on it like so many other do. As long as it's a reasonable budget like you want, then what's the big deal? You deserve this." Simple words, but yet it helped me so much. But one thing is for sure, my wedding is going to be simple. Tasteful, elegant but nothing grand. We have a budget for it and we are not planning to go over it. Because at the end of the day, yes this is our day, but I never want to have the feeling that it was too much. Just a day to have fun, dance, eat and share our happiness with those we love. And then one day, when I start working again, I can give a little something at least once a month to an organization that helps others. Because that is what will make me completely happy. Its something that has always been in the back of my mind, to someday give back, and I can't wait for that day that I can put that little money in that envelope and help bring a smile to someone's face. And for now, I am happy that when that day comes I will get to do it standing next to my other half ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2000973233382467493?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2000973233382467493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-happiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2000973233382467493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2000973233382467493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-happiness.html' title='Dear Happiness,'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1532137566640000812</id><published>2011-06-25T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:43:44.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modestjune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs i love'/><title type='text'>summer 1964</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5239/5870951597_db6e59cbcc.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have anything to write about..but this &lt;a href="http://www.modestjune.com/2011/06/summer-1964.html"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt; sure does and its always amazing even when she doesn't even try, and her pictures are always a breath of fresh air on a hot summer day. Her &lt;a href="http://www.modestjune.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is just so beautiful and inspiring and I want every single dress she's worn ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: title is hers and so is the pretty picture :)&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/4753943618026011510-1532137566640000812?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1532137566640000812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-1964.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1532137566640000812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1532137566640000812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-1964.html' title='summer 1964'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5239/5870951597_db6e59cbcc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6625536667518421017</id><published>2011-06-24T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:09:20.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowergirls'/><title type='text'>final decision on flowergirls dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TsmRDiiXL4Y/Tf_r83frZiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/-SL66iV-IPE/s1600/1175420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vEPngU80kM/Tf_tXr3xabI/AAAAAAAAAgc/NAibFPcnhuo/s1600/16694151_az5j2IrA_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vEPngU80kM/Tf_tXr3xabI/AAAAAAAAAgc/NAibFPcnhuo/s400/16694151_az5j2IrA_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rOd1uU5aN0/TgS05tnA_II/AAAAAAAAAg4/aF2NvbLyCc4/s1600/Katina-Katoo-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rOd1uU5aN0/TgS05tnA_II/AAAAAAAAAg4/aF2NvbLyCc4/s1600/Katina-Katoo-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-in2869Dq0ag/Tf_2AS5xWyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Qww8bMm6ZeQ/s320/ballerina3.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-The ballerina style dress&amp;nbsp;with tulle skirt, thin straps, low back, little buttons and big bow at the back. White/ivory dress with pastel color bows and ballerina flats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Sorry for these random posts but since my wedding is a destination wedding many of my bridal party lives away and I most post this little random facts for them to be able to see and then email me or call or share their thoughts. Thanks for sharing your thoughts too girls, you are all amazing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6625536667518421017?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6625536667518421017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/final-decision-on-flowergirls-dresses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6625536667518421017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6625536667518421017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/final-decision-on-flowergirls-dresses.html' title='final decision on flowergirls dresses'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TsmRDiiXL4Y/Tf_r83frZiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/-SL66iV-IPE/s72-c/1175420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-5007633815048274628</id><published>2011-06-20T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:09:19.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowegirls'/><title type='text'>inspiration for the flowergirls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-in2869Dq0ag/Tf_2AS5xWyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Qww8bMm6ZeQ/s320/ballerina3.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NOTES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-The Ballerina dress style which consists of little thin straps and tulle skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-ivory white dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-The band/bow of the dress the color of the ballerina flats (ballerina pink, lilac, whitish green?) If not, all white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Ankle length 3/4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-hair down with flower wreath (large flowers look best) as first two pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-5007633815048274628?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5007633815048274628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/inspiration-for-flowergirl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5007633815048274628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5007633815048274628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/inspiration-for-flowergirl.html' title='inspiration for the flowergirls'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrVrKQEulJw/Tf_rx0rcmYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/QFQFy8YJjFs/s72-c/0039NicoleJohnWedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-44153370221106831</id><published>2011-06-01T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:00:00.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridal shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>the perfect bridal shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QK5M_iFaJg0/Td1sWoVEpmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/oeWzeiBUQ8w/s1600/bridalshower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QK5M_iFaJg0/Td1sWoVEpmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/oeWzeiBUQ8w/s1600/bridalshower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150146040785913.284864.21415640912"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now isn't that just gorgeous? I saw this simple bridal shower that one bridesmaids put together for her bride-to-be bestfriend and it was absolutely beautiful. I just love how easy it can be achieved and that it actually took place in a park. I wish I can find the original picture but this one from h&amp;amp;m is the perfect inspiration picture. To achieve this all you need is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- a few bright balloons or paper latterns which retail for about $10 for a package of 4 or 5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-A few old borrowed colorful blankets, sheets and pillows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-A table or two to place snacks/drinks on (preferably cupcakes yum!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-A tablecloth or two to achieve a more "whimsical" look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now ask all your friends to bring in drinks/snacks/cups/plates/napkins/ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And ta-da your all done, and this pretty look is all achieved with less than $50 dollars! Now um all I need is for one of my friends to get engaged as soon as possible so I can do all this :) I can't wait to be on the other end being a bridesmaids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-44153370221106831?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/44153370221106831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect-bridal-shower.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/44153370221106831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/44153370221106831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect-bridal-shower.html' title='the perfect bridal shower'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QK5M_iFaJg0/Td1sWoVEpmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/oeWzeiBUQ8w/s72-c/bridalshower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2899552041478647905</id><published>2011-05-28T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T08:06:00.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two-piece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jcrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-piece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimsuit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthropologie'/><title type='text'>i think i saw you in an ice cream parlor, drinking milkshakes cold and long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/12113840_If3WYDyY_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/12113840_If3WYDyY_c.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/22377937_xLZqx17O_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/22377937_xLZqx17O_c.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/27391536_chSF4AOI_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/27391536_chSF4AOI_c.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ur_TLFL8D0/TeByQoTzBLI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ze0Mu1ES3Sc/s1600/953678_009_e.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ur_TLFL8D0/TeByQoTzBLI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ze0Mu1ES3Sc/s400/953678_009_e.jpeg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYBLPpWD0eg/TeByctCZslI/AAAAAAAAAek/6RvRJnNdHQY/s1600/21071121_015_e.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYBLPpWD0eg/TeByctCZslI/AAAAAAAAAek/6RvRJnNdHQY/s400/21071121_015_e.jpeg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYjD06kzsv4/TeBzFWPf72I/AAAAAAAAAeo/VLKbvF1VJYY/s1600/20747861_015_e.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYjD06kzsv4/TeBzFWPf72I/AAAAAAAAAeo/VLKbvF1VJYY/s400/20747861_015_e.jpeg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URGEZO8rUps/TeBzLC9iEJI/AAAAAAAAAes/JCNdK-ga-F4/s1600/21071089_069_e.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URGEZO8rUps/TeBzLC9iEJI/AAAAAAAAAes/JCNdK-ga-F4/s400/21071089_069_e.jpeg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you just love retro-vintage swinsuits? I have a bit of an obsession with swimwear but can you blame me? just take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/category.jsp?id=CLOTHES-SWIMS&amp;amp;pushId=CLOTHES-SWIMS&amp;amp;popId=CLOTHES&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;navCount=6&amp;amp;templateType=subCategory&amp;amp;itemCount=8&amp;amp;displayNumber=8&amp;amp;viewAllOnOnePage=yes&amp;amp;_DARGS=/anthro/catalog/common/subcategory_viewall.jsp_A&amp;amp;_DAV=true&amp;amp;_dynSessConf=-2076248216545300988"&gt;Anthropologie's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/womens-swim.jsp"&gt;Jcrew's&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www1.bloomingdales.com/catalog/index.ognc?CategoryID=5609&amp;amp;PageID=24090636758812&amp;amp;kw=Swimwear&amp;amp;loc=leftnav"&gt;Bloomingdale's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;swimwear and you will be hooked too. Luckily, I love my wallet a bit too much so I have just splurged in one for my honeymoon. I have not worn a one-piece since I was like twelve years-old, but trying to find the right one for my body was surprisingly easy, the hard part was choosing just one. I finally decided on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265482108824&amp;amp;c=Page&amp;amp;cid=1304338692046&amp;amp;pagename=vsdWrapper"&gt;Carmen Marc Valvo's retro one-piece in Aquamarine&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from Bloomingdales, but you can find it online on many stores including Victoria's. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to wear it with my big floppy hat and some oversized sunglasses :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2899552041478647905?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2899552041478647905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-think-i-saw-you-in-ice-cream-parlor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2899552041478647905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2899552041478647905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-think-i-saw-you-in-ice-cream-parlor.html' title='i think i saw you in an ice cream parlor, drinking milkshakes cold and long'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ur_TLFL8D0/TeByQoTzBLI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ze0Mu1ES3Sc/s72-c/953678_009_e.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1807607021190061730</id><published>2011-05-27T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T06:53:05.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridesmaids dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowergirls'/><title type='text'>I scream, you scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_ll3r2wcvf41qdhu7co1_400_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9807928/tumblr_ll3r2wcVF41qdhu7co1_400_large.jpg?1305506204" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE ALL SCREAM FOR BRIDESMAIDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;haha yup! This is how excited I get everytime I get good news about my bridal party and guests. So heres the story.&lt;br /&gt;I had first decided I wasn't going to have a lot of bridesmaids. I was going to do the official thing done in Quisqueya- which is to have the young/single girls as bridesmaids. And since I am the youngest from my generation this meant I would only have two younger cousins as my bridesmaids along with my little sister who is 18. My maid-of-honor is my oldest sister who is already married with kids. And of course my flowergirl will be Anabella. I wanted as many flowergirls as possible, always did, always will. However there are not many girls in the family that are young enough to be flowergirls yet old enough to do it, so I am only left with two. Nevertheless, let me tell you these are two of the prettiest, sweetest girls you will ever laid eyes on and this will be enough to get all the oohs and ahhs and maybe even some ooh-la-las, yep Anabella who just turned four and Ana Amelia who is 3 are just that adorable!&amp;nbsp;Now, I had assumed my bridal party was complete and that all my friends were fine with this, especifically since one of my friends (who is older than me) had expressed she didn't want to be a bridesmaids AT ALL. As a matter of fact, before I had announced anything early in the days, she said she did not want to be a bridesmaids at all and to please not make her be one because she already felt too old to be one and she likes having the choice to choose whatever she wants to wear. I was fine with this and assumed my friends felt the same. How silly of me huh? It wasn't until my mother expressed some girls might still want to be bridesmaids that I thought "Oh My God what was I thinking?" To make the story short: I asked, they said yes, I went from three bridesmaids to nine! Yeap, thats right- Nine of my closest girls to be there with me, and I couldn't be happier. However, the problem now is that the seamstress who lives in Quisqueya will not have time to do all these dresses and I don't know what to do :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1807607021190061730?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1807607021190061730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-scream-you-scream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1807607021190061730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1807607021190061730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-scream-you-scream.html' title='I scream, you scream'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6755614635390540627</id><published>2011-05-26T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T07:17:16.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtyards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buildings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardens'/><title type='text'>finding courtyards in new york city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="20081002132437" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20081002132437.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="20081213105208" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20081213105208.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l9k4lhrqew1qatqwno1_500_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/4150105/tumblr_l9k4lhrqeW1qatqwno1_500_large.jpg?1285917882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_liquvhgjnu1qisjx2o1_500_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8299362/tumblr_liquvhgjNU1qisjx2o1_500_large.jpg?1301305824" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="3068048624_441557f286_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/1608656/3068048624_441557f286_large.jpg?1267597689" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/tag/courtyard"&gt;sources&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A courtyard:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;An unroofed area that is completely or partially enclosed by walls or buildings, typically one forming part of a castle, or a large residence. -Dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love courtyards? Ever since I saw this movie from the 90's (that for the life of me I can't remember the name) I fell in love. I just love the idea of coming home to your building opening the gate and seeing all this before you enter your apartment. I just love the intimacy of this yet open space, somehow it gives this romanctic, timeless feeling. While looking for apartments in New York city with the mister, (my wedding day is getting so close now), I found a little hidden treasure: A courtayard building in N.Y.C. that is actually affordable. It had been there all along. I had walked pass this bulding hundreds of times and I always thought it was beautiful, but I had never actually entered until a few weeks ago and oh my Lord, it is absolutlety beautiful, and yes I am in LOVE with it. Hmm, maybe it has to do something with this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-old-pink-school.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6755614635390540627?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6755614635390540627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-courtyards-in-new-york-city.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6755614635390540627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6755614635390540627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-courtyards-in-new-york-city.html' title='finding courtyards in new york city'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-342493471075389389</id><published>2011-05-25T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T06:59:44.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorboard'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKOCzeTM7uE/TdhemhlHyiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/p9RB4uXfJeI/s1600/colorboard-37-long-summer-days2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKOCzeTM7uE/TdhemhlHyiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/p9RB4uXfJeI/s640/colorboard-37-long-summer-days2.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love this summer colorboard. My wedding colors for the bridesmaids are also inspired my summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-342493471075389389?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/342493471075389389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-this-summer-colorboard.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/342493471075389389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/342493471075389389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-this-summer-colorboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKOCzeTM7uE/TdhemhlHyiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/p9RB4uXfJeI/s72-c/colorboard-37-long-summer-days2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7617715260621741490</id><published>2011-05-24T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T08:57:12.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassie'/><title type='text'>I smile everytime I see her smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dy6u379i5u4/Tdqu-o9WheI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/bZpQptXZMCk/s400/24b19cl.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px;"&gt;So I have&amp;nbsp;been tagged by the lovely &lt;a href="http://littleblogofhappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erimentha &lt;/a&gt;who's blog I absolutely adore. And If you don't know who I'm talking about then please click on her name -trust me you wont regret it :) The tag is called Cassie's Theraphy tag, it is based on this video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8k-JwHJSNs"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. And you can read more about it in Erimentha's blog &lt;a href="http://littleblogofhappiness.blogspot.com/2011/05/cassies-therapy-video-may-2011.html"&gt;Little Blog of Happiness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px;"&gt;The task is: fill in 12 likes, 1 love and 8 hates like Cassie in her therapy video. Below, the bolded things are what you MUST include. Also, please make sure you link it back to me, and link it onto 3 other blogs you admire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abracadabra, Wow!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like boys with&lt;/b&gt; big hearts and broad shoulders&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and girls&lt;/b&gt; who smile all the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like&lt;/b&gt; long hair and braids&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like&lt;/b&gt; summer dresses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like &lt;/b&gt;sitting under mango trees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like&lt;/b&gt; people who talk all the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like&lt;/b&gt; people who don't talk all the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like&lt;/b&gt; parks and long walks during dusk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like&lt;/b&gt; picnics on summer days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like&lt;/b&gt; wearing my hair long and curly even though its straight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like &lt;/b&gt;sushi more than pasta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like &lt;/b&gt;cuddling and hugs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like&lt;/b&gt; sitting on the mister's lap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love &lt;/b&gt;my family and friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today I&lt;/b&gt; hugged a stranger and smiled at a homeless guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In some ways, I love everything&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like things that I like but I love everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There’s more choice in like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cos even the worst things have things you love in them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don’t know what you mean about things I hate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate &lt;/b&gt;when people talk bad behind other people's back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate&lt;/b&gt; when people lie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate &lt;/b&gt;when we forget to have compassion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate&lt;/b&gt; when we forget to have a heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate &lt;/b&gt;that people are suffering&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate&lt;/b&gt; when anyone cries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate &lt;/b&gt;large butteflies&lt;b&gt;, but in a way,&lt;/b&gt; i still like them cause I like little ones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate&lt;/b&gt; milk chocolate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate&lt;/b&gt; the word hate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate this, wow. . .Sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there you go, now the three girls I tag are &lt;a href="http://superficialandlovingit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://thriveonnovelty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Louise,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://toogamine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Casie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://joliefashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jolie&lt;/a&gt;, and anyone else reading this because I can't decide who to tag. I like all the blogs I'm subscribed to and can never decide so I based it on the last comments I remember. And if you do it please let me know, I love reading details about others too :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7617715260621741490?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7617715260621741490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-smile-everytime-i-see-her-smile.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7617715260621741490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7617715260621741490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-smile-everytime-i-see-her-smile.html' title='I smile everytime I see her smile'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dy6u379i5u4/Tdqu-o9WheI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/bZpQptXZMCk/s72-c/24b19cl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-701688098010811615</id><published>2011-05-22T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T12:30:50.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty little things'/><title type='text'>Colegio Santa Ana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfMgXHwzzH0/TdMzklfkJvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/btD10p7-dWE/s1600/32035_404097279248_577554248_4149753_2343795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfMgXHwzzH0/TdMzklfkJvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/btD10p7-dWE/s1600/32035_404097279248_577554248_4149753_2343795_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Its funny how we forget so many of the things we learned in school, yet some memories always remain. I can't remember exactly what I learned in first, second or third grade but I can remember my friends, my teachers, my classmates, the classrooms, the courtyard and even the hallways. This was my school in Quisqueya and I feel so blessed that my friend found this picture in its basement and scanned it. The nostalgia I experienced going through her album in Facebook was indescribable. And even though I attended this school only for three years of my life it will always remain the most beautiful school I have ever laid eyes on. I guess it wasn't just in my memories that it was beautiful- these pictures have proved me right. And even though this little or rather I say large school has been painted in every pastel color you can imagine, it is always the same color in my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-701688098010811615?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/701688098010811615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-old-pink-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/701688098010811615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/701688098010811615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-old-pink-school.html' title='Colegio Santa Ana'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfMgXHwzzH0/TdMzklfkJvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/btD10p7-dWE/s72-c/32035_404097279248_577554248_4149753_2343795_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-9133655952343000932</id><published>2011-05-21T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T17:50:27.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>oh dear summer,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="4793633544_fe80425891_z_large" class="img" height="400" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/6301162/4793633544_fe80425891_z_large.jpg?1295095484" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yuliatangled/4793633544/in/photostream/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lezn7wheqa1qe7vz2o1_500_large" class="img" height="266" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/6289321/tumblr_lezn7whEqA1qe7vz2o1_500_large.jpg?1295045828" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;please come fast. I need your shades of green around me, your fresh scent of flowers, and your murky warm air. I don't care if I must wear my hair up, and everyone around me is sweating, I want to feel warm, so warm all I want is water, I want to hear the songs of crickets and cicadas as I take walks in the warm summer dusk. Just please come say hello to nyc and stay for as long as you want, but please come fast and stay a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-9133655952343000932?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/9133655952343000932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-dear-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/9133655952343000932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/9133655952343000932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-dear-summer.html' title='oh dear summer,'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-9020282683680683298</id><published>2011-05-20T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:48:07.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cameras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flats'/><title type='text'>pretty little red facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l0qvj9h06h1qzrvo0o1_500_large" class="img" height="269px" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/1933226/tumblr_l0qvj9h06h1qzrvo0o1_500_large.jpg?1271111813" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the cutest little red camera or whatever those ^ are called with slides from Disney movies in a wholesale store and I should have bought it even if it was to keep for my daughter :/ oh wells. In other news, good this time, I have been soda-free for a year now :) Remember this &lt;a href="http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/fact.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, if you havent read it you need to, trust me :) &lt;a href="http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/fact.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/900184/2490315412_f6b52fd23c_large.jpg?1256682337" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="2490315412_f6b52fd23c_large" border="0" class="img" height="266px" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/900184/2490315412_f6b52fd23c_large.jpg?1256682337" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cordellia/2490315412/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh and I have found the cutest red flats which I have added to my wishlist because with this wedding I might not be able to buy anything I don't need. But I really do think I need them? Wouldn't you? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="2510792805_08460e843b_z_large" class="img" height="286px" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/6343007/2510792805_08460e843b_z_large.jpg?1295215241" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/messynessy/2510792805/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-9020282683680683298?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/9020282683680683298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/pretty-little-red-facts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/9020282683680683298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/9020282683680683298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/pretty-little-red-facts.html' title='pretty little red facts'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1041784599775107326</id><published>2011-05-17T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:25:04.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><title type='text'>pretty in pink, your house that is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="6a00d83451c44569e20115712f6699970c-800wi_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9679337/6a00d83451c44569e20115712f6699970c-800wi_large.?1305172491" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="311923-8-1284744186997_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/4012360/311923-8-1284744186997_large.jpg?1285168854" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;So as most of you guys know, I'm getting married and of course that brings in looking for a place to live. And I think, a pretty little pink house will do just fine. What do you think? Okay fine, I'll admit, as cute as it may look, I will find myself sick of the color by the next day, and I don't think the mister will be to happy in there hehe. However, it sure is pretty to look at, from a neighbor's point of view ;) So dear future neighbor, paint your house pink so that I can look at it and take pretty pictures by it, thank you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1041784599775107326?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1041784599775107326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/pretty-in-pink-your-house-that-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1041784599775107326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1041784599775107326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/pretty-in-pink-your-house-that-is.html' title='pretty in pink, your house that is'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-3127354217571803333</id><published>2011-04-29T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:10:27.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridesmaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince William'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='royal wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowegirls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catherine middleton'/><title type='text'>Royal Wedding Bridesmaids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AiAjazc8yxU/TbsRmBNR4LI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qUYacZ3-r6g/s1600/1304098090_2378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AiAjazc8yxU/TbsRmBNR4LI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qUYacZ3-r6g/s400/1304098090_2378.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliza Lopes waving to the cameras&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay okay, I know, Catherine Middleton looked absolutely gorgeous in her dress. But I'm not going to post on that, not only because thousands of others blogs have so and theres no reason on me to repeat history, but because seriously someone had to do a post of these tiny little beauties. Come on, look at that face! Apart from maybe being a bit overtired, how adorable did these little girls look waving to the public? Ah that face! Eliza Lopes (who by the way&amp;nbsp;can be one of Angelina's and Brad Pitt's daughter just saying)&amp;nbsp;along with all the other bridesmaids looked absolutely adorable. I thought it was so sweet for Prince William and Katherine Middletown (or should I now say Princess Katherine?) to choose all her bridesmaids to be young girls. I myself, will not only be having one flowergirl but three, and if it was up to me I wanted even more, however there are no other age-appropriate girls that I know :(. Did you, or would you like to have children take part of your wedding party?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-3127354217571803333?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3127354217571803333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding-bridesmaids.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3127354217571803333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3127354217571803333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding-bridesmaids.html' title='Royal Wedding Bridesmaids'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AiAjazc8yxU/TbsRmBNR4LI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qUYacZ3-r6g/s72-c/1304098090_2378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-3248303755520142654</id><published>2011-04-23T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T18:41:51.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quisqueya la Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominican Republic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>honeymoon in Quisqueya la bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8474692/tumblr_lj1isimYyD1qb4c7zo1_500_large.jpg?1301839507" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lj1isimyyd1qb4c7zo1_500_large" border="0" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8474692/tumblr_lj1isimYyD1qb4c7zo1_500_large.jpg?1301839507" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As most of you guys know, my honeymoon will also take place in the Dominican Republic. Me and the fiancee have been searching for that perfect place and boy are there many! We are in between a few in Punta Cana or Cayo Levantado Samana. Among them there is one where the pool goes all around the resort which means that when you step out of your own balcony you can jump in the pool. How cool is that? This is a five star luxury adult-only resort which means its all about relaxation, tranquility and the best service, not to mention stunning views since it is located on one of the best islands in the Caribbean. I just can't wait to soak up all that tropical warmth with the mister in the comfort of my own hammock- Yeap, every suite balcony has one! The best thing? All these are completely affordable. Ahhh someone pinch me please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="5607606776_f3ee235675_z_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8696885/5607606776_f3ee235675_z_large.jpg?1302469281" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8689192/5606909286_703c62acc0_z_large.jpg?1302456228" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="5606909286_703c62acc0_z_large" border="0" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8689192/5606909286_703c62acc0_z_large.jpg?1302456228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8093040/4855820159_e17c885a3d_z_large.jpg?1300662085" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8544736/foto-hotel-wow-bodrum-resort-gumbet_large.jpg?1302030503" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if I should be more excited about the wedding or the honeymoon. I think its hard to choose, wouldn't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-3248303755520142654?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3248303755520142654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/honeymoon-in-dominican-republic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3248303755520142654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3248303755520142654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/honeymoon-in-dominican-republic.html' title='honeymoon in Quisqueya la bella'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-9048126255901636334</id><published>2011-04-18T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:43:55.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>featuring my lovely home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuzeG8tLwQ8/TanEAVEnILI/AAAAAAAAAaU/66HrHXgD0Ss/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuzeG8tLwQ8/TanEAVEnILI/AAAAAAAAAaU/66HrHXgD0Ss/s1600/Picture+2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't just lovely? My room is the one on the top right with the tiny balcony. This is where I do most of my blogging from. I love opening my doors and letting the fresh air run through my hair as I just sit down and write. Most of the time though you will catch me spread over a blanket in the front yard reading a book while the mister visits and drinks some cold lemonade and enjoys the view. Want to see pictures from the inside? Well I don't have any, because well fine you got me- This is not my home :( Can't a girl dream?! :) haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is actually the&amp;nbsp;Thorngrove Castle in Australia. Found via &lt;a href="http://sunsurfer.tumblr.com/post/4142817251/thorngrove-castle-australia-photo-via-airbnb"&gt;SunSurfer&lt;/a&gt;. You can stay in this heavenly place for about $700 a night and you can actually view the inside and everything else on their website &lt;a href="http://thorngrove.com.au/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'll just stay here for a while dreaming of my home *coughs* &amp;nbsp;yes thats right let me keep on dreaming :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-9048126255901636334?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/9048126255901636334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/featuring-my-lovely-home.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/9048126255901636334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/9048126255901636334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/featuring-my-lovely-home.html' title='featuring my lovely home...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuzeG8tLwQ8/TanEAVEnILI/AAAAAAAAAaU/66HrHXgD0Ss/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-8254016942334476262</id><published>2011-04-17T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T08:28:31.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now and then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the 90&apos;s'/><title type='text'>now and then</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20090331031045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20090331031045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today I had a reunion with my best friends from Junior High. Can you imagine? Its been more than 15 years! It's such a sweet but strange feeling at the same time looking at these faces you haven't seen in such a while. Two of them, went to high school with me, so we definitely have a long history, however even High School was still a long time ago. I wish I had pictures of us back then from when our teacher would call us "high noses" which basically means stuck-ups. We weren't, I assure you. Its just in his opinion our little group, the four of us, always had the "stylish clothes on and we would walk like we own the place and let no one else in our little group." He was so funny, because this was not the case. We were just pretty close and that was it. Come on, we were only eleven and twelve years old after all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20090331031031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20090331031031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The film "Now and Then" always reminded me of us, except it was different times. We grew up in the 90's in New York City. But one thing is the same, their bond and how simple and care-free life was back then. Ahhh to be so young again! And if you have never watched "Now and Then" then you and I do not speak the same language missy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-8254016942334476262?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8254016942334476262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/now-and-then.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8254016942334476262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8254016942334476262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/now-and-then.html' title='now and then'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-168884262198528140</id><published>2011-04-16T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T08:49:22.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>braids and nose-kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/5089250/tumblr_lc4lz2PxvL1qdv93mo1_500_large.jpg?1290430179" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/5089250/tumblr_lc4lz2PxvL1qdv93mo1_500_large.jpg?1290430179" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this braid hairstyle just beautiful? I'm just not sure its wearable at all, or even possible to make unless you have extremely long hair. Nevertheless its pretty amazing huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And check out this gorgoeus laid-back wedding, seriously you just have to!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.oncewed.com/39314/wedding-blog/real-weddings/sweet-australian-elopement/"&gt;At OnceWed.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FU3STKLIJ1U/Tam5n9KwnYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-cIXzXJxz_Y/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FU3STKLIJ1U/Tam5n9KwnYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-cIXzXJxz_Y/s1600/Picture+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ruffledblog also featured it &lt;a href="http://ruffledblog.com/victoria-australian-intimate-wedding/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-168884262198528140?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/168884262198528140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/braids-and-nose-kisses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/168884262198528140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/168884262198528140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/braids-and-nose-kisses.html' title='braids and nose-kisses'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FU3STKLIJ1U/Tam5n9KwnYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-cIXzXJxz_Y/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-4418196287429977077</id><published>2011-04-10T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:38:54.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quisqueya la Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding dress'/><title type='text'>my bohemian style is loosing its roots...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7477348/IMG_3288copy_large.jpg?1298731877" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7477348/IMG_3288copy_large.jpg?1298731877" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finding a dress is really not that hard at all, specially in New York City. But finding thee* dress is a completely different story. My first thought was to rent it. Yeah, I know it may sound strange. But in the island where I was born and where I will be getting married it is actually pretty common thing to do. Don't get me wrong, in this little island people will waste thousands and thousands of dollars at every single detail of the wedding yet the dress is the most inexpensive thing since it is most likely rented. It makes sense after all, its only a dress that you are going to wear once, and most probably by the time your daughter gets married she will want something new and in style. So this was not a big deal to me, I went to &lt;a href="http://www.godominicanrepublic.com/rd/"&gt;D.R&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;expecting to rent a dress. However it was not that easy. I don't consider myself picky, if anything I just wanted a simple dress. But this was not the case. After browsing a few stores I found nothing. And the dress I did like, was pretty simple for the type of wedding we will be having. I liked it, and I would have been fine with it. It looks pretty much like the dress in the picture, except it is a bit teeny weeny more elegant. Its has more layers of the soft organza material making it more flowy. It feels like walking on clouds. And it also has many little details at the waist. However, my mother and my aunt where not pleased. I have noticed in Quisqueya, wedding dresses tend to be very elegant (yes even rented ones), so my dress compared to the wedding would look a bit too common. I know I'm the one who has to like the dress. However, I was not in love with the dress. It was just the best I can find, and when I saw my mother's face I knew it was not the one, even after she said "it is very pretty, beautiful actually however I'm not sure its the one." Now I am here back in New York City, the city of fashion, where yes there are countless of dresses, but finding one can be so much harder. I feel sometimes my wedding is taking a completely different style from what I originally wanted. My style is very bohomian with a bit of a chic-modern twist to it, however this wedding is becoming very elegant, chic and modern and I just hope I find ways to incorporate a bit of that boho-chic into it :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't this Los Angeles wedding picture just beautiful? The behemian style of the bride just made it so dreamy. View the rest of it at &lt;a href="http://www.stylemepretty.com/2011/01/10/los-angeles-wedding-by-max-wanger-bash-please/"&gt;StyleMePretty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.stylemepretty.com/wp-content/submissions/uploads/hello@maxwanger.com/8385/IMG_3321copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cache.stylemepretty.com/wp-content/submissions/uploads/hello@maxwanger.com/8385/IMG_3321copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;both images from the same wedding at StyleMePretty&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/4753943618026011510-4418196287429977077?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4418196287429977077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-bohemian-style-is-loosing-its-roots.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4418196287429977077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4418196287429977077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-bohemian-style-is-loosing-its-roots.html' title='my bohemian style is loosing its roots...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1972314761182857495</id><published>2011-03-31T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:48:03.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>don't forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.stylemepretty.com/wp-content/submissions/uploads/phillip@1313photography.com/8906/yessy_022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://cache.stylemepretty.com/wp-content/submissions/uploads/phillip@1313photography.com/8906/yessy_022.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want a beautiful simple wedding with all my loved ones. &amp;nbsp;But sometimes with all the stress and turbulence and deciding on which centerpiece I want, and either the white or silver tiffany chairs, and how much will the cake be, and everything else we forget what this day is all about- Love. So simple, it is my day and my mister's day. Not about how many flowers I had, or how big was my cake, or what color were my bridesmaids dresses. I just want to be happy. And its just that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photograph from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stylemepretty.com/2011/03/11/miami-wedding-by-1313-photography/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+typepad%2Fstyle_me_pretty+%28Style+Me+Pretty%3A+The+Ultimate+Wedding+Blog%29"&gt;StyleMePretty Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't mind shedding a few tears here you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13952196" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13952196"&gt;Dennis &amp;amp; Patricia (Wedding Trailer)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2538115"&gt;Winston Tao&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1972314761182857495?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1972314761182857495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-beautiful-simple-wedding-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1972314761182857495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1972314761182857495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-beautiful-simple-wedding-with.html' title='don&apos;t forget...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-4678512550724560434</id><published>2011-03-03T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:32:52.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>ballet shoes on my wedding list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone" height="266" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/snippetandink/Faux%20Weddings/Ballet%20Wedding/bride-with-braid-7.jpg" title="bride with long braid" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been so busy with the wedding that my plans with blogging have not turned out how I was hoping for. I wanted to post about the progress and everything I'm working on. However, time does not stretch enough. I'm sorry I have abandoned this little space of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, I have the design of the cake, the dress, the invitations, and even the centerpieces. But I still don't have anything if that makes sense :/ I will be traveling to Quisqueya to get together with the wedding planner and the rest of the staff. Wish me luck :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And while your at it check this gorgeous inspirational shoot &lt;a href="http://www.snippetandink.com/ballet-inspired-wedding.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-4678512550724560434?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4678512550724560434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/ballet-shoes-on-my-wedding-list.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4678512550724560434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4678512550724560434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/ballet-shoes-on-my-wedding-list.html' title='ballet shoes on my wedding list'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-3741736516438692677</id><published>2011-02-17T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:07:21.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is my past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographs'/><title type='text'>this is my past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xATvUOk1Ot0/TV3rmFg4uyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xl0vE0XHhKM/s1600/ScannedImage-55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xATvUOk1Ot0/TV3rmFg4uyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xl0vE0XHhKM/s400/ScannedImage-55.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I was little I thought that when I turned into an adult I would have all the answers. I would know exactly what to do, how to act, and finally be like my mother. But the more I grew, the more I kept waiting for the day I would know everything. Until I finally realized you will never know all the answers, exactly what to do, and how to act. We do as much as we can and as best as we can and thats all. Because life only gets harder every second, and when you think you have everything under control something else comes along. I have realized you never turn into an adult, the world and everything around you turns you into one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My own photograph from my 1st birthday album.&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/4753943618026011510-3741736516438692677?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3741736516438692677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-my-past.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3741736516438692677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3741736516438692677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-my-past.html' title='this is my past'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xATvUOk1Ot0/TV3rmFg4uyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xl0vE0XHhKM/s72-c/ScannedImage-55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6520413442440545578</id><published>2011-02-15T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:52:18.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters from far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>letters from far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4117828/4564240017_01d764d13d_z_large.jpg?1285723363" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4117828/4564240017_01d764d13d_z_large.jpg?1285723363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you were happy, wherever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wish I could share my happiness with you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you still knew what it is to be in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dear friend, you have forgotten your heart too far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photograph from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/an_pena/4564240017/in/faves-coquinete/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;an_pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6520413442440545578?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6520413442440545578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/letters-from-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6520413442440545578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6520413442440545578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/letters-from-far.html' title='letters from far'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-8097044016639860430</id><published>2011-02-14T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:09:20.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I'm engaged and dateless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6339944/tumblr_l71qybLDXT1qcrddpo1_500_large.jpg?1295208026" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6339944/tumblr_l71qybLDXT1qcrddpo1_500_large.jpg?1295208026" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, you read the title right- I am engaged yet I am dateless for Valentines. I was not going to post anything for our fabled Valentine's Day but &lt;a href="http://www.oheliza.com/2011/02/heres-deal-with-valentines-day.html"&gt;Eliza's&lt;/a&gt; heart-pouring post inspired me, for I see now I was not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I thought somehow, regardless of my countless unsuccessful Valentines days in the past, or lets rephrase that, countless dateless Valentines days, I thought this one would be different. You see, in my past relationships I always managed to break up or be single during special occasions. I was not only afraid of commitment but I felt I never had the "right" guy to spend holidays or special occasions with. Now that I am engaged, with a wonderful man I thought I would finally have the Valentines I have always read about. Last year didn't go so well, &amp;nbsp;I was under the weather and we decided to stay in. And now, well now... nothing happened. And everything that did happen, did not go so well. And what makes everything less comforting is when I read the countless of "Best Valentines Ever" status on Facebook and stories on blogger. But regardless of it all, I am still in love, I'm healthy and I'm happy. My mister is at work, and we have many years to come to aim for that "perfect valentines," and if not we got the rest of the days of the year ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4691936/tumblr_lb5d8cafcz1qc4obho1_500_large.jpg?1288517753" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4691936/tumblr_lb5d8cafcz1qc4obho1_500_large.jpg?1288517753" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope you all did have an unforgettable Valentines and nothing like mines XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-8097044016639860430?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8097044016639860430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-engaged-and-dateless.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8097044016639860430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8097044016639860430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-engaged-and-dateless.html' title='I&apos;m engaged and dateless'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7287134577854408293</id><published>2011-02-10T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:40:37.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elle Fanning in Somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQjWrzU5ws8/TVQpps9XeOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rNi3gKDI-ZQ/s1600/DSC0567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQjWrzU5ws8/TVQpps9XeOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rNi3gKDI-ZQ/s400/DSC0567.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elle Fanning in Sofia Coppolla's Somewhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not sure what to say about the movie "Somewhere," maybe I was expecting more? However, expectations aside, I was struck by little Elle's beauty. How pretty is this girl? And she's only 12 years old? She looks like a born model for sure. Such delicate, innocente feautures went perfectly with Sofia's soft dreamy visions and airy scenes. The movie sure had some beautiful scenary specially with the feeling that the movie was filmed before the 90's, with that grainy film that obviously movies now days don't have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3rcQaYJxhY/TVQ5LiyiysI/AAAAAAAAAY0/3Q-hloGiIfk/s1600/somewhere625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3rcQaYJxhY/TVQ5LiyiysI/AAAAAAAAAY0/3Q-hloGiIfk/s400/somewhere625.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kCJPNCHXOxs/TVQxTGu0DPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kzTuZ4Cm-aQ/s400/DCS0392.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJX1QmoMsW8/TVQ4E3R-__I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9aW4xqpBd4Q/s1600/FB378R.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJX1QmoMsW8/TVQ4E3R-__I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9aW4xqpBd4Q/s400/FB378R.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elle-fanning.net/images/albums/movies/somewhere/promotionalstills/normal_somewhere_promo028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://www.elle-fanning.net/images/albums/movies/somewhere/promotionalstills/normal_somewhere_promo028.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndaVY9C20Ew/TVQ6Xj5lYII/AAAAAAAAAY4/iZiVBK0v1rk/s1600/Somewhere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndaVY9C20Ew/TVQ6Xj5lYII/AAAAAAAAAY4/iZiVBK0v1rk/s400/Somewhere.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/15600000/Somewhere-elle-fanning-15617555-843-422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/15600000/Somewhere-elle-fanning-15617555-843-422.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now remind me why couldn't Sofia Coppola helped in the making of My Sister's Keeper? Remember &lt;a href="http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-in-sofia-coppolas-beautiful-dreamy.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All images from Sofia Coppola's Somewhere google images&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/4753943618026011510-7287134577854408293?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7287134577854408293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/elle-fanning-in-somewhere.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7287134577854408293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7287134577854408293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/elle-fanning-in-somewhere.html' title='Elle Fanning in Somewhere'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQjWrzU5ws8/TVQpps9XeOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rNi3gKDI-ZQ/s72-c/DSC0567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1664440146382762282</id><published>2011-02-05T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:27:43.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy apples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the big apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>chocolate is a girl's best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TU2jcoHIznI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NLOiU2M2KzQ/s400/33y299y.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but give me candy apples anyday. I swear I must love candy apples more than any other sweet out there, and yes including chocolate. I do love chocolate but I actually prefer the bittersweet taste of real dark chocolate, hence I love the contrast of the sour taste of green apples and the hard candy coating. It is just the perfect combination of the healthy fruit against the sugary sweet layer. When you take that first bite of that sweet and sour chump its like the juices activate all of your taste buds. Theres nothing better, not even chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRI7NtQ0eux50W36sRbdG10RHQCaaho88Tt1qmM32twVTji_5A7Lw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="rg_hi" data-height="274" data-width="184" id="rg_hi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRI7NtQ0eux50W36sRbdG10RHQCaaho88Tt1qmM32twVTji_5A7Lw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="240" data-width="196" id="rg_hi" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR5fWk5UUlpKqQlsX7yelR-ldIcW5pUNfUsoAlM9kHKufVaLzEbhw" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you resist the temptation? Just careful not to get those juicy drips all over your new clothes ;d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1664440146382762282?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1664440146382762282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/chocolate-is-girls-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1664440146382762282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1664440146382762282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/chocolate-is-girls-best-friend.html' title='chocolate is a girl&apos;s best friend'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TU2jcoHIznI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NLOiU2M2KzQ/s72-c/33y299y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7030515470032478335</id><published>2011-02-04T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:09:48.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><title type='text'>pretty laces and little details</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUxxjnHoIHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/mK5PelUTFno/s1600/tumblr_l76irpybPp1qc812uo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUxxjnHoIHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/mK5PelUTFno/s1600/tumblr_l76irpybPp1qc812uo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Isn't that just a lovely picture? I was captivated by the sepia feel to the picture but also to her little lace dress. Lace adds such a feminine touch to clothes. What caught my attention the most was that I have a similiar dress with hints of black little details. Don't you just hate when you find a pretty photograph and fall in love with something in it but then have no way of finding out where the clothes is from? Tumblr and Weheartit are such beautiful inspirational sites for photographs however copyrights are mostly lost in these sites, truly sad. Anywhos, if you are interested in the dress above you might also like a similar dress by Dahlia from Modcloth.com:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static3.modcloth.com/productshots/0034/3538/11093-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="In Yo' Lace Dress" border="0" height="320" id="big_image" src="http://static3.modcloth.com/productshots/0034/3538/11093-3.jpg" title="In Yo' Lace Dress" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I bought this dress in the summer and everytime I wore it receive so many compliments.&lt;br /&gt;Another alternative is from Asos.com, it is pretty much the same dress by the same Dahlia designer but with some little twists, click&lt;a href="http://us.asos.com/Dahlia-Dahlia-Lace-Dress-With-Contrast-Waistband/tjia6/?iid=1313416&amp;amp;MID=35719&amp;amp;affid=2135&amp;amp;siteID=uX705jPoOnM-imSeyHBf_oTCcNeK9GlqLg&amp;amp;mporgp=L2NvdW50cnlpZC8yL0RhaGxpYS9EYWhsaWEtTGFjZS1EcmVzcy1XaXRoLUNvbnRyYXN0LVdhaXN0YmFuZC9Qcm9kLw.."&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7030515470032478335?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7030515470032478335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-laces-and-little-details.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7030515470032478335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7030515470032478335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-laces-and-little-details.html' title='pretty laces and little details'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUxxjnHoIHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/mK5PelUTFno/s72-c/tumblr_l76irpybPp1qc812uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-8335656232895397559</id><published>2011-02-03T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:31:14.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keys'/><title type='text'>ballet shoes on her wedding list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUs3ofr0pgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/KCZHwZbm4jA/s1600/madisondance05.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUs3ofr0pgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/KCZHwZbm4jA/s400/madisondance05.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I think so far I am right on schedule. According to sources at this rate I should be doing my list of guests and choosing my colors. Well I may not have my colors down but I already have many little details figured out. The one thing stressing me out a bit is when I think ahead and wonder how I will be able to do everything just as I want from so far away. Destination weddings I believe are the hardest, unless youre choosing a resort that will do everything for you. I have so many ideas I wish I can just blog it all out at once. So sorry in advance if my little blog turns into a wedding inspiration blog for the rest of the year. For now let me get right back on my hunt for little brass vintage keys ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUs6bwl0oiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/e6rqrZzswlg/s1600/tumblr_l7xtj2nl8h1qaew9xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUs6bwl0oiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/e6rqrZzswlg/s1600/tumblr_l7xtj2nl8h1qaew9xo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-8335656232895397559?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8335656232895397559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/ballet-shoes-on-her-wedding-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8335656232895397559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8335656232895397559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/ballet-shoes-on-her-wedding-list.html' title='ballet shoes on her wedding list'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUs3ofr0pgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/KCZHwZbm4jA/s72-c/madisondance05.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6704630041208774274</id><published>2011-01-28T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:55:21.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enchanting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engaged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhldn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthropologie'/><title type='text'>I have a little white secret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUMj3CT9AoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/exKrBMbeVaQ/s400/Picture+3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUMhlnp3HoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/hj7Oc6VnGzw/s400/Picture+4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUMiEUfkFpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/YKCkl_ho9K0/s400/Picture+9.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUMi2H22VjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qWGW_yVj0GU/s400/Picture+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that I need to tell you all-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and it may be a bit old, and a bit new, and maybe its borrow and maybe its a bit blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but its all taking place February 14,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://prippyhandbook.blogspot.com/2011/01/anthro-is-heading-to-chapel.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ThePrippyHandbook+%28The+Prippy+Handbook%29"&gt;TG&lt;/a&gt; for the enchanting news :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Head on over to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bhldn.com/"&gt;BHLDN&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to find out all about it specially you all brides-to-be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and even those of you still waiting for Prince Charming ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6704630041208774274?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6704630041208774274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-little-white-secret.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6704630041208774274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6704630041208774274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-little-white-secret.html' title='I have a little white secret...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TUMj3CT9AoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/exKrBMbeVaQ/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2229283910351676063</id><published>2011-01-26T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:34:49.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>winter wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="5383877752_30eb6ce3f4_z_large" class="img" height="270" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6611852/5383877752_30eb6ce3f4_z_large.jpg?1296054625" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So many things to do and so little time. I thought I was only planning a wedding, but I am also dealing with getting a new place, getting a new job, making sure it has good health insurance, reserving a date at church, making sure the date fits around everyone's schedule, and the worst thing is trying to settle all these things from winterland new york city -_- ugh! I truly do not like winter. I wish winter would only last one month- the month of December- covered in snow and tinkle lights and then spring would enter before you know it. But I do have to admit, I'm happy. So many good things in my life and around everyone that I love. My oldest sister had her second child not too long ago, and now my middle sister is pregnant. Both are happily married and now with beautiful families. I do believe in Karma, do good and you will only get good things. Treat others good, wish good upon others. Trust me, you will be a happier person if you wish everyone around you to be as well. One of the best things in life if having everyone you love be happy with you. So I may be stuck in winter, but it is a winter wonderland ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4173002/tumblr_l9o6d1gSn91qdtpb3o1_500_large.jpg?1286054800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4173002/tumblr_l9o6d1gSn91qdtpb3o1_500_large.jpg?1286054800" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;First pic source from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wemakethisworldourhell/5383877752/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sssseahorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Second pic source from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;weheartit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2229283910351676063?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2229283910351676063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2229283910351676063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2229283910351676063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-wonderland.html' title='winter wonderland'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-3896878013142230538</id><published>2011-01-24T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:55:37.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters too far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TT4jInBH6EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bJp5MKj8yw8/s1600/Paris_girl_by_Criswey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TT4jInBH6EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bJp5MKj8yw8/s1600/Paris_girl_by_Criswey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fragments of you are still with me. Tiny little needles swimming through my skin. Digging themselves into me. My body rejects every single one, every lie and even every smile that came from you. My skin is tougher, dry, shredding away layers of your words, your eyes. Nothing is sweeter now than the hollow air, keeping you away, keeping me away. You mail me your stories attempting to grasp me- but there is nothing to reach, every single letter unread down my garbage can along with all your other tales. It no longer distresses me, your words come with the wind, touch my cheek and make their way back to you, back to nothing, emptiness. I am at ease. I am happy. And the only thing that may worry me a bit is that I am even happier knowing I have scraped you off my heart, far. Stay far for even when you are near you will now remain a stranger, someone I never knew, a stone in my shoe that is no longer there. A cold shiver that will scurry along back with the wind, far off. And I like it there- far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-3896878013142230538?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3896878013142230538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/01/letters-too-far.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3896878013142230538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3896878013142230538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/01/letters-too-far.html' title='letters too far'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TT4jInBH6EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bJp5MKj8yw8/s72-c/Paris_girl_by_Criswey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-3879083486042995414</id><published>2011-01-08T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:54:06.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engaged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baptism'/><title type='text'>Buba's baptism and a little surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs067.snc6/167795_483956187797_662387797_6249589_5670971_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1666821/tumblr_kya6hmZ3881qafy4jo1_500_large.jpg?1268387285" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_kya6hmz3881qafy4jo1_500_large" border="0" class="img" height="267" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1666821/tumblr_kya6hmZ3881qafy4jo1_500_large.jpg?1268387285" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So It's a New Year. And I know- I've been MIA since Christmas. As most of you know I went to my little Island to celebrate the holidays and the baptism of my sister's baby boy. The house was full with &amp;nbsp;all ten of us so I hardly had time to go online with such a full house. It was truly one of the best christmas I've ever experienced. My family is the best. And for some reason, everytime I came into blogger I just skipped and read through some blogs but never felt like blogging myself. I felt that I could not capture into pictures and words the happiness I was experiencing. However, something happened after the holidays that I must share.&lt;br /&gt;As you guys know from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/12/que-sera-sera.html"&gt;two posts ago&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was the Godmother at Rafael's Baptism (my sister's baby). During the ceremony, and many dancing, and laughs, and pictures, my sister announced she had a surprise for the godparents. I was completely confused, I'm thinking, "since when do Godparents get surprises?" Nevertheless, the godfather and I stand up and walk to the center of the dancing stage as guided by my brother-in-law who closes both our eyes with his hands and makes us face the wall. After a few seconds I hear everyone clapping and some people shouting and when we turn around I see the mister on his knees holding up a little box- and yes you guessed it- with a beautiful ring inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am officially engaged&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="25" width="30"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-4wUfZD6oc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-4wUfZD6oc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs058.snc6/168798_483953557797_662387797_6249528_4533533_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l9al5f9kul1qdtpb3o1_500_large" class="img" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4082962/tumblr_l9al5f9kuL1qdtpb3o1_500_large.jpg?1285536392" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-3879083486042995414?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3879083486042995414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/01/bubas-baptism-and-little-surprise.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3879083486042995414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3879083486042995414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2011/01/bubas-baptism-and-little-surprise.html' title='Buba&apos;s baptism and a little surprise'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6968489903226972657</id><published>2010-12-02T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:22:38.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas in New York'/><title type='text'>'tis begining to look a lot like christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lcgnl0if8i1qd2un7o1_500_118864929_large" class="img" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5166481/tumblr_lcgnl0if8i1qd2un7o1_500_118864929_large.jpg?1290793826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TPcoUwK9_oI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zQe-aJkZl9c/s1600/rockfellerny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TPcoUwK9_oI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zQe-aJkZl9c/s1600/rockfellerny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;♫ It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas everywhere you go; take a look in the five and ten glistening once again with candy canes and silver lanes aglow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas&amp;nbsp;Toys in every store but the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be on your own front door...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas everywhere you go; there's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well,&amp;nbsp;The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow.&amp;nbsp;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas; soon the bells will start, snd the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing right within your heart ♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5275400/tumblr_lcq256NfeD1qzgcnbo1_500_large.jpg?1291234748" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5275400/tumblr_lcq256NfeD1qzgcnbo1_500_large.jpg?1291234748" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6968489903226972657?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6968489903226972657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-beginging-to-look-lot-like.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6968489903226972657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6968489903226972657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-beginging-to-look-lot-like.html' title='&apos;tis begining to look a lot like christmas'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TPcoUwK9_oI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zQe-aJkZl9c/s72-c/rockfellerny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-5625141063464284586</id><published>2010-12-01T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T07:09:02.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tropical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quisqueya la Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baptism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my island'/><title type='text'>Que sera, sera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4716538/3221910237_24bc53c319_z_large.jpg?1288632621" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="3221910237_24bc53c319_z_large" border="0" class="img" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4716538/3221910237_24bc53c319_z_large.jpg?1288632621" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1670475/tumblr_kz6tnmCFIy1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg?1268428757" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_kz6tnmcfiy1qzjggvo1_500_large" border="0" class="img" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1670475/tumblr_kz6tnmCFIy1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg?1268428757" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5165996/tumblr_lci5393ZOh1qch9dho1_400_large.png?1290791632" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lci5393zoh1qch9dho1_400_large" border="0" class="img" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5165996/tumblr_lci5393ZOh1qch9dho1_400_large.png?1290791632" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How hard is it to find a pretty white simple dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here's the short story: Theres a baptism in January&amp;nbsp;and I'm the Godmother ^_^. And its all&amp;nbsp;taking place in my beautiful&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.godominicanrepublic.com/"&gt;Quisquella&lt;/a&gt;. It'll be warm, and even hot with all the kids, people, balloons, music, dancing and cake.&amp;nbsp;Plus, the gathering will be taking place in the morning in a summer house's garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So whats the problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I'm in NYC now where its cold and its Christmas and it's becoming impossible to find a white dress (In Quisqueya it is accostumed that the family wears white while guests wear white or very pale pastel colors) This is all I got from the summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4259899/tumblr_l9wruzq12i1qbxr7eo1_500_large.jpg?1286499947" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l9wruzq12i1qbxr7eo1_500_large" border="0" class="img" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4259899/tumblr_l9wruzq12i1qbxr7eo1_500_large.jpg?1286499947" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its from Zara and its very simple and delicate. It might work adding the right accesorizes. It looks more simple in the picture because its not even ironed. Once its iron well, maybe add a belt and some gold or silver accesorizes I think I might work something out. Until now its all I got so I got to work with it. . &amp;nbsp;Unless I find something else. Any white dresses you know of online?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the place its going to be exactly at, but its a cross between these two following "Casa de Campos" in Quisqueya.&amp;nbsp;The place where we had Anabella's baptism was a bit smaller but had these gorgeous trees and flowers all around the backyard and frontyard- like this cozy little garden. This place will be larger so the kids can run around. My sister wants to rent one of those giant playtents with all the colorful balls inside for the kids to play in- What are those called? Anywhos, I google "Casa de Campo" in Quisqueya and these where some choices and I remember it looked something like this. Isn't my little island just precious? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vacationstogo.com/images/ports/274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.vacationstogo.com/images/ports/274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" id="il_fi" src="http://www.tusanuncios.com/FOTOS/IMG/IMAGENES-USUARIO/IMG_1045/faeaaa46-7d55-4934-816d-27e00fe4d2ac_634066646224282111.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and these are some inspiration pictures I had saved up, since in my crazy imagination everyone will be wearing flowers in their hair, hey its a tropical island after all, and you always catch a few people with them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l2khozhioz1qz76g8o1_500_large" class="img" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/2298121/tumblr_l2khozHioz1qz76g8o1_500_large.jpg?1274292291" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5264596/tumblr_l9kezyafGu1qzjc35o1_500_large.jpg?1291170263" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l9kezyafgu1qzjc35o1_500_large" border="0" class="img" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5264596/tumblr_l9kezyafGu1qzjc35o1_500_large.jpg?1291170263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TPcOLnsHRKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LyOc2t6eF0A/s1600/bld032016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TPcOLnsHRKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LyOc2t6eF0A/s400/bld032016.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I know, I'm just a bit too excited about going for Christmas to my tropical little island and of course baptizing my gorgeous nephew Rafael...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-5625141063464284586?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5625141063464284586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/12/que-sera-sera.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5625141063464284586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l9al5f9kul1qdtpb3o1_500_large" class="img" height="268" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4082962/tumblr_l9al5f9kuL1qdtpb3o1_500_large.jpg?1285536392" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="3" height="285" src="http://contributormagazine.com/assets/images/FRANCOIS%20VISSER/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"If I could be any part of you, I’d be your tears- To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture source&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oleygyan/4133475921/in/photostream/"&gt;Oleygyan's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://contributormagazine.com/584.php"&gt;ContributorMagazine's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1037597078676659832</id><published>2010-11-25T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:58:42.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anabella'/><title type='text'>I am thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1174.snc4/154612_745422880626_121506008_42894724_2287725_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1174.snc4/154612_745422880626_121506008_42894724_2287725_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Cupcake- Anabella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My aunt Maira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Mister ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My godkids (Rafael, Derek, Ahmani)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My life and everyone and everything in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And if I forget to say it enough, and if I haven't been grateful enough, forgiving, caring, and just kind enough can you still forgive me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions"-A.B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1037597078676659832?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1037597078676659832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1037597078676659832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1037597078676659832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am thankful for...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6830945953295538218</id><published>2010-11-23T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:31:58.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A River flows in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="vbebe22 {vogue enfants}" class="aligncenter" height="400" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZSiZxTNJ_BY/S58Heaxk0xI/AAAAAAAAGtE/8DCGfHEjV8Y/s400/vbebe22.jpg" title="{vogue enfants}" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TOv0dpRkcQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/vEfgR-iUQHI/s1600/92926297_adabbaa9b4_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TOv0dpRkcQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/vEfgR-iUQHI/s400/92926297_adabbaa9b4_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was a dancer since I was 4years-old until my teen years. &amp;nbsp;My teacher was always taking me in front of the class as an example for the rest of the students. I was pretty flexitable and I was always told I had the right body and specially the "right legs." The last years of dancing, I felt too much pressure on me- As if I was just always expected to be the best. I got sick once and was absent for a whole week. When I got back the teacher actually placed me in front for a dance routine everyone had learned already for the past week. As she was teaching me, I told her I would prefer to be in the back of the stage this time. But she still placed me in the front, while so many of the other dancers stood behind me. I think that was when I felt this was not for me. I felt that if I had the heart, i wouldve wanted to stay in the front no matter what. My teacher had more faith in me, than I had in myself. I noticed it was always her, and everyone else that wanted me to be a dancer more than I wanted myself. I may have had the right legs, but I just didn't have the heart. I loved it, don't get me wrong. I loved the thrill of being up in stage- The sound of my heart as the curtains where about to open- The feeling of my ballerina shoes against the soft floor, the classical music... I loved everything. And till this day everything about ballet moves me...and makes me feel that maybe just maybe I should have continued on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard in my life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It would be a dream to see it performed on stage. Just click the play buttom trust me on this one&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="25" width="30"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-4wUfZD6oc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-4wUfZD6oc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First image from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dailybitsofbeauty.com/2010/03/vogue-enfants.html"&gt;DailybitsofBeauty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second image from Lolita (1997)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6830945953295538218?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6830945953295538218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-i-left-my-heart-at-dance-studio.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6830945953295538218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6830945953295538218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-i-left-my-heart-at-dance-studio.html' title='A River flows in you'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZSiZxTNJ_BY/S58Heaxk0xI/AAAAAAAAGtE/8DCGfHEjV8Y/s72-c/vbebe22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-5971795042111539650</id><published>2010-11-16T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:44:34.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SheHitPause'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroids'/><title type='text'>bittersweet polaroids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-25984451622838_2133_6641084" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-25984451622838_2133_6641084" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-25984451622838_2133_13453373" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-25984451622838_2133_13453373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I just found out polaroids are in instinct? When did this all happened? Where was I? So here I am cleaning my room when I see my old Polaroid instant camera and I'm thinking "omg maybe I should take these to Quisqueya when I go over this christmas, it will be great to have those cute instant grainy pictures for memories." I love polaroids, they are just so nostalgic and soft, and vintage and just so darn beautiful. So of course I go online and start searching for some film when I see these crazy prices of $200 dollars for ten paper films?! I'm like, "have these stores gone insane." Of course it was just a matter of minutes when I noticed Polaroid had announced it would stop making cameras and film in 2008 or something. Anywhos, I got a little too sad :/ I just couldn't believe it. However, they supposely came back a little while ago with the new Polaroid 300 which is exactly the same as the Fujifilm instanx mini (since they had sold their rights to Fujifilm). But these cameras are not exactly like the originals, the film is quite small, think credit-card size, and not as "squared" as our beloved old ones :/. Nevertheless, it gives all of us Polaroid-lovers hope that the Polaroid is still here and may even get better -hmm maybe one day they'll make smaller/slicker cameras that won't affect the size of the original polaroids? I sure hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Polaroid tranfers source &lt;a href="http://store.shehitpausestudios.com/index.html"&gt;SheHitPause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-5971795042111539650?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5971795042111539650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/bittersweet-polaroids.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5971795042111539650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5971795042111539650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/bittersweet-polaroids.html' title='bittersweet polaroids'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-8396902922032248980</id><published>2010-11-10T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:26:23.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notebooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moleskine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>I have been inspired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNs6tK_qewI/AAAAAAAAAW4/06PvpzNanYo/s1600/1289435748_86.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNs6tK_qewI/AAAAAAAAAW4/06PvpzNanYo/s400/1289435748_86.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I have bought my own &lt;a href="http://www.moleskine.com/"&gt;Moleskine&lt;/a&gt;, and I hereby promise myself I will fill it up with all sorts of thoughts, and pictures and inspiration until the very last page.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have always bought so many journals since very young and I hardly ever even start them. I can actually say I have a collection of them by now, and sadly most of them are completely blank and brand-new *sighs* But I will fill this one up *crosses fingers* Come on, who can't resist it after reading &lt;a href="http://thedrifterandthegypsy.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-keep-inspiration-notebook.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/article/moleskine-inspiration"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://michellecruz.nu/moleskine/book/001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNs6jkVek0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/P7TL-ztSuWs/s1600/moleskine2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNs6jkVek0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/P7TL-ztSuWs/s400/moleskine2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNs7BcHgHKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_0T3ZgsVUME/s1600/4094979436_f6d27ab5c2_o.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNs7BcHgHKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_0T3ZgsVUME/s400/4094979436_f6d27ab5c2_o.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;sources from &lt;a href="http://heymichelle.livejournal.com/"&gt;Hey Michelle&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/article/moleskine-inspiration"&gt;Gala Darling&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://thedrifterandthegypsy.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-keep-inspiration-notebook.html"&gt;The Drifter and the Gypsy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-8396902922032248980?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8396902922032248980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-been-inspired.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8396902922032248980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8396902922032248980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-been-inspired.html' title='I have been inspired...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNs6tK_qewI/AAAAAAAAAW4/06PvpzNanYo/s72-c/1289435748_86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-4368135154401302349</id><published>2010-11-08T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:21:28.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>I am in love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNhL7nqFg6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/k0H_g2bXdq8/s1600/1006230077__38811_std-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNhL7nqFg6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/k0H_g2bXdq8/s1600/1006230077__38811_std-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I am. Isn't that just the cutest dress ever?! Okay, I'll probably change my mind in a month or so when I fall in love with something else. However, my month's obsession is this little white dress. &amp;nbsp;This little dress was a bit famous this summer- You were able to shop for it at Modcloth.com for $90 or a little less at Urban Outfitters, Karmaloop, Shopbob, ShopNastygal, Revolveclothing and even Lulus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know summer is long gone however I will be going to my tropical little island for December so thats enough of an excuse right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-4368135154401302349?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4368135154401302349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-in-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4368135154401302349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4368135154401302349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-in-love.html' title='I am in love....'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNhL7nqFg6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/k0H_g2bXdq8/s72-c/1006230077__38811_std-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-679397548061322502</id><published>2010-11-06T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:50:29.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Decay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Decay lipstick Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><title type='text'>the perfect baby pink lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNTJf3MmG8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/g9JVfYKOF0E/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-06+at+10.31.20+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNTJf3MmG8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/g9JVfYKOF0E/s400/Screen+shot+2010-08-06+at+10.31.20+PM.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So after searching high and low, I have finally found the perfect light pink lipstick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You see, I don't have any lipsticks (I know, gasp!). I had some lipsticks when I was in high school (it was the 90's and everyone had those dark brown lips-dont even want to remember those) but its been years since that. See, I like the "natural" look, so when I do wear makeup I just stick with a smoky eye and some lip treatment or gloss. For a while now, I wanted to rock the "nude lip" with my smokey eye, but every nude lipstick I tried just washed me out completely. I finally gave up on that and decided I just can't rock that too-pale-lips because I look dead in plain words. So I decided I should just get a light pink. But it was not that easy. &amp;nbsp;I tried so many and finally gave up on pink. Pink (specially cool pinks with blue undertones) certainly are not made for me. And then one day Urban Decay at Sephora made my day. My gorgeous mother happened to be looking at these strange looking lipsticks and voila! For some reason this color grabbed my attention:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNTNTs2EoZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/tenLwDblr8g/s1600/18590f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNTNTs2EoZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/tenLwDblr8g/s1600/18590f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And it was love at first lipstick. On me it is exactly as the pretty girl on the Jill Stuart Blush Blossom Ad all the way up in this post. It is a nude pink with brown undertones? I'm pretty bad at descriving. But there seems to be some light browns with pinks going on there, but the results are just beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is a picture from Temtalia's blog. Her lips are way more pale than mine so the lipstick looks quite different on her, a little bit more cool tone while on me the warm shows more. But whether you have more pigmented lips like mine, or paler lips like Temptalia's, this little lipstick is still a gem. Read her review&lt;a href="http://www.temptalia.com/the-spring-season-urban-decay-naked-lipstick"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNTOgmAGN8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_7-_hNr5esg/s1600/urbandecay_naked003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNTOgmAGN8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_7-_hNr5esg/s320/urbandecay_naked003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I must say, I hate the packaging, to the point that I was not even going to buy it do to its bulky and rocker look, and the dagger thing at the bottom, seriously what is that all about?! I prefer a classier look, specially to my first lipstick. But I will look beyond this, because the color I must say is just gorgeous :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-679397548061322502?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/679397548061322502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/perfect-baby-pink-lips.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/679397548061322502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/679397548061322502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/perfect-baby-pink-lips.html' title='the perfect baby pink lips'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNTJf3MmG8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/g9JVfYKOF0E/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-08-06+at+10.31.20+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1280244478347553841</id><published>2010-11-04T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:58:17.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumn in New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l90iqmIhnR1qdwv6ko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l90iqmIhnR1qdwv6ko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb0bmcwKj61qadsppo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb0bmcwKj61qadsppo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;source for first picture click&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marcinethequeen/4587397614/in/faves-little-branches/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, second click&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ekristina/5122515161/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not a fan of cold weather, but I must say Autumn is like a piece of art. I'm not too thrilled because it leads to colder weather and that dreadful winter of ours :/ Nevertheless the colors of all the leaves makes it seem like youre walking through a painting. The following picture was taken by my cousin Chuchu at Tryont Park in New York City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNLgiJw-SDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_iI3YkZBZdc/s1600/73750_1403377574035_1520238390_30900740_4182266_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNLgiJw-SDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_iI3YkZBZdc/s640/73750_1403377574035_1520238390_30900740_4182266_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I assure you, theres not a more beautiful park than my enchanting Tryont park in New York City, not even Central park. The gardens in this park have no comparison. Wait, till you see these gardens in spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1280244478347553841?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1280244478347553841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/autumn-in-new-york-city.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1280244478347553841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1280244478347553841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/11/autumn-in-new-york-city.html' title='Autumn in New York City'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TNLgiJw-SDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_iI3YkZBZdc/s72-c/73750_1403377574035_1520238390_30900740_4182266_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-468253640195559633</id><published>2010-10-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:09:54.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El laberinto del Fauno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pan&apos;s labyrinth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guillermo del Torro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Halloween Horror- El Laberinto del Fauno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://orpheline.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/a-pans-labyrinth-pl_disc1-7.jpg?w=495&amp;amp;h=278" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-248" height="278" src="http://orpheline.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/a-pans-labyrinth-pl_disc1-7.jpg?w=495&amp;amp;h=278" title="a pans labyrinth PL_Disc1-7" width="495" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamt of the human world. She dreamt of blue skies, soft breeze and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was, and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness and pain. Eventually she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess' soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/0/3683/1265807-pans_labyrinth_movie_01_super.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/0/3683/1265807-pans_labyrinth_movie_01_super.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3112635/tumblr_l5wink3v7O1qagf0zo1_500_large.jpg?1279847383" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3112635/tumblr_l5wink3v7O1qagf0zo1_500_large.jpg?1279847383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Pan's Labyrinth" One of the most beautiful films ever made. This movie won 3 Oscars and 68 other awards and about 70 other nominations. It is truly a work of art. I can't even describe how amazing, beautiful, and captivating this movie is. It has everything you can think of. The acting is phenomenal, the scenes are breathtaking and the lines are so memorable and quoteworthy. Sometimes its scary, other times sad, other times blood-curling and other times just plain beautiful. It will always be one of my favorite movies of all time. If you have not watch this I don't even know what to say to you- you have missed out on one of the most enchanting horror/dark fairytales ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jmgepyg0ppfyiozfxmgaygbno1_500_large" class="img" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/774837/JMgEpYg0PpfyiozfxmgayGBNo1_500_large.jpg?1254110069" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/875893/vhu4wz_large.png?1256095848" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vhu4wz_large" border="0" class="img" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/875893/vhu4wz_large.png?1256095848" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...because it is in pain that we find the meaning of life..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, this movie is by Guillermo del Torro (Spain) with english subtitles. If you have watched this movie and you enjoyed it then you must also watch "The Orphanage" by the one and only Guillermo Del Torro. Another truly beautiful film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-468253640195559633?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/468253640195559633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-laberinto-del-fauno.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/468253640195559633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/468253640195559633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-laberinto-del-fauno.html' title='Halloween Horror- El Laberinto del Fauno'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-743203795493327391</id><published>2010-10-26T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:10:41.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>forever young, I want to be forever young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TMdsRAEI21I/AAAAAAAAAVc/gpILxdM-vQo/s1600/1288137715_71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TMdsRAEI21I/AAAAAAAAAVc/gpILxdM-vQo/s400/1288137715_71.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to get bangs again. But I feel they are so high-maintenance. I have dyed my hair jet black again. For some strange reason my hair keeps turning lighter with the years (shouldn't it be the opposite?) Anywhos, I dyed it jet black again but now I feel I should get bangs. Maybe it's a part of me that wants to stay young. I have seen about three or four white hairs *gasp* I know! I had one since I was around ten, but its like now they have decided to multiply -_-. And I'm even deciding if I should get some anti-aging creams and serums since I see about everyone in their twenties is doing it. I don't know, isn't that too early? Oh don't mind me, good for you if you skipped reading all this nonsense. I'm having a late-twenties crisis!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAsqZTwp1lQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAsqZTwp1lQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite song of the week, yeah I know, no wonder huh ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-743203795493327391?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/743203795493327391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-bang-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/743203795493327391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/743203795493327391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-bang-days.html' title='forever young, I want to be forever young'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TMdsRAEI21I/AAAAAAAAAVc/gpILxdM-vQo/s72-c/1288137715_71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-3909161766804287472</id><published>2010-10-20T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:51:44.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters from far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>letters from far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4136085/tumblr_l9hoeqiNcK1qbovywo1_500_large.jpg?1285834693" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4136085/tumblr_l9hoeqiNcK1qbovywo1_500_large.jpg?1285834693" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;dusty postage stamps on paper, put in place to keep your words safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;until they reach the lips of someone new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;as they read each word aloud and keep the memory of your voice breathing them quietly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;listening to your story unfold in every swirling letter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;and the pictures in your mind appear through sleepy golden eyelashes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Chloe &lt;a href="http://wecouldgoanywhere.blogspot.com/2010/10/write-somebody-else-you-love-letter.html"&gt;"we could go anywhere"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3392458/5768e5e6ea7f_large.jpg?1281897712" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3392458/5768e5e6ea7f_large.jpg?1281897712" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;-winnie the pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4377476/tumblr_l8yjniNMQm1qd5mnho1_500_large.jpg?1287066423" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4377476/tumblr_l8yjniNMQm1qd5mnho1_500_large.jpg?1287066423" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Picture &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-3909161766804287472?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3909161766804287472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/10/dusty-postage-stamps-on-paper-put-in.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3909161766804287472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3909161766804287472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/10/dusty-postage-stamps-on-paper-put-in.html' title='letters from far'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6946051536832797390</id><published>2010-10-09T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:30:13.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romeo and Juliet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>romeo and juliet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="298" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3297488/tumblr_l6kivmvvwn1qz9qooo1_500_large.jpg?1281299927" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the most beautiful stories ever told,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now lets change the ending:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/p7eH9qnH8TM/hqdefault.jpg);" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p7eH9qnH8TM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p7eH9qnH8TM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="400" height="300" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now isn't that just the perfect ending?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6946051536832797390?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6946051536832797390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/10/romeo-and-juliet.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6946051536832797390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6946051536832797390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/10/romeo-and-juliet.html' title='romeo and juliet...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-3636486891619916880</id><published>2010-10-05T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:46:44.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4066442/tumblr_l9bbbpdDGl1qag73jo1_500_large.jpg?1285451473" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wake me up when we get there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need some inspiration.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having some blah days. Nothing much to do. And yes, I know, my blog should be full of entries now that I have the time- however, I have no inspiration to even write. I have neglected you, I know. Instead I come in here and read other blogs. As a matter of fact, its most probable that I have read about every single entry you have written these past few days. I don't comment all the time. But I have stalked your page, just so you know :), specially to those I have subscribed recently too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image source&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt; here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-3636486891619916880?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3636486891619916880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/10/wake-me-up-when-we-get-there.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3636486891619916880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3636486891619916880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/10/wake-me-up-when-we-get-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-3496382446572855834</id><published>2010-09-25T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:01:12.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sisters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1588836/4297277175_a2d022dbd0_large.jpg?1267339891" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love my sisters so much. It's so weird how each of us live in completely different countries now. My oldest sister lives in Canada and my middle sister lives in Quisqueya. I'm the youngest and sometimes I feel I'm the one that misses them the most. Maybe cause Cesarina is married with two kids now (my cupcake and buba) and my middle sister, Yoyi, is married as well and has all our family with her in Quisqueya. In other words, they have busier lives. I just saw Cesarina when I was in Canada of course but I miss my Yoyi :( Mostly because I just found out SHE'S PREGNANT!!! YAYYYYY!!! I'm so happy! Oh I just can't wait to visit my little island of Quisqueya now! It's going to be so much better with a little baby giggling around ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image source &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1588836"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-3496382446572855834?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3496382446572855834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-sister.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3496382446572855834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3496382446572855834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-sister.html' title='my sisters...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6629645795544936385</id><published>2010-09-24T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:39:52.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty marks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><title type='text'>The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TJxZRH_yFwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Cx-BFz-1kVM/s1600/1285314813_343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TJxZRH_yFwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Cx-BFz-1kVM/s400/1285314813_343.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't want to forget...&lt;br /&gt;When I am old and wrinkly, and my boobs sag, and I can't wear skirts, I don't want to forget&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to forget that I was once beautiful, and that I still am.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to forget that I'll still be lovely with my white hair and laugh lines.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to forget that everyone is beautiful. That everything is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Old, young, skinny or fat, curly hair, straight hair, pouty lips, thin lips, freckles&lt;br /&gt;All beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Bright colorful faces, all shapes and sizes, smiles and laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, every single imperfection, every flaw: charming, pretty, cute, just lovely.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to forget&lt;br /&gt;That you, reading this, YOU are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You without the makeup, and the glossy lips, and the hair straightener, and the pretty dress&lt;br /&gt;the way you roll out of bed&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to forget...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want YOU to forget, that you my darling, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL (and so is everyone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture taken the same day as this one &lt;a href="http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-kiss-you-youre-beautiful.html"&gt;here (click)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote on title by&amp;nbsp;Havelock Ellis. Midnight ramblings by little me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6629645795544936385?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6629645795544936385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/09/absence-of-flaw-in-beauty-is-itself.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6629645795544936385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6629645795544936385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/09/absence-of-flaw-in-beauty-is-itself.html' title='The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TJxZRH_yFwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Cx-BFz-1kVM/s72-c/1285314813_343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2264267299860388448</id><published>2010-09-19T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:17:34.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The best wedding dance entrance EVER. Period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="450" height="300" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm a little obssesive with this wedding entrance.&amp;nbsp;I don't think its very healthy that I have watched it maybe over 1000 times over the last two years and I'm still not sick of it. I hope this couple never divorces, and when they are having issues they can look back at this and remember those times- I believe it will bring a smile to their faces and&amp;nbsp;fade all their problems away- can I be any more positive? LOL! I think I love this video so much because it shows what life is all about: Love, family and friends, laughter, and never taking anything to serious and just having fun! Its just perfect! When they are old and wrinkly they can show this to their grandkids, how cool would it be to know your parents or your grandparents made the most beautiful, fun and famous wedding entrance ever? So famous it is the first on Youtube,was all over the news, radio, t.v shows (The Office and others), and even movies have mentioned it. I don't think any other will top it off, and if they do, this will always be the one that started it. "Forever"&amp;nbsp;by Chris Brown adds to the perfection. Ah isnt love just beautiful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2264267299860388448?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2264267299860388448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-wedding-dance-entrance-ever-period.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2264267299860388448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2264267299860388448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-wedding-dance-entrance-ever-period.html' title='The best wedding dance entrance EVER. Period.'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6518306301532305094</id><published>2010-09-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:18:03.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3209786/1457429942_2ea203486c_large.jpg?1280630803" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3209786/1457429942_2ea203486c_large.jpg?1280630803" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilie-melo/1457429942/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilie-melo/1457429942/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been given a few awards in the past and being the lazy person that I am, I have not followed the rules and posted it here. However, I am truly thankful for them and always thought I will dedicate a spacial post for them but months have past and nothing. I always do this, I want to create something so perfect that I actually never even end up doing it. I know, shame on me. However, the beautiful Harlow Darling from &lt;a href="http://harlowdarling-elegantlywasted.blogspot.com/2010/09/few-of-my-favorite-things.html"&gt;Elegantly Wasted&lt;/a&gt; gave me an award and I have decided I will just do my awards as soon as they are given to me and that's that, whether my post is crappy or not. Seriously, what is my problem? Okay enough blogging and on with the award. Here are the rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-Post who gave you this award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-state 10 things you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-give this award to ten other bloggers you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ten things I &lt;s&gt;like &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;LOVE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;1. Summer Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love summer with a passion. Especially summer nights and dusk. I just love taking walks when the sun is going down and reading with a blanket in the park. Summer is over in NYC and I'm so melancholic these days :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;2. Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love capturing moments with a camera. I love photography, particularly candid ones, where people are not aware a picture is being taken. Such beautiful moments can be captured this way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;3. Anything Vintage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love vintage stuff, whether is furniture, beautiful dresses, photography and even books. I love mixing eras and having things with a history behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;4. The Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love the country or anything green enough. I love being surrounded by trees, and grass and flowers. I love little old houses where the wooden floors creek with endless backyards. Unfortunately I don't see this in the city :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;5. Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love reading. I have countless of books in my shelves. I just love cuddling up with hot cocoa in the winter or going to the park in the summer and spreading a blanket on the grass and reading a good book. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes is good to step away from your life and live someone else's for a few hours even if its a fictional character ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;6. New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As much as I curse my apple in the winter, I most admit I have grown to love it even with its old buildings, dirty streets and smelly train stations. Because once it lights up in the night theres nothing like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;7. My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love my family. Most of them are in my little Island of Quisqueya la Bella, so I only get to visit once or twice a year yet we are all so close and affectionate. My family is my backbone, without them I am nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;8. Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I have a Psychology degree and children are my passion as you can even see from the previous post before this about my niece and nephew. I love working with children and helping a child out is one of the best feelings you can ever experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;9. The Mister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know a bit corny, but I do love the boyfriend. First time in my life I can actually say this. I found true love all the way in my middle twenties. I had even lost hope at times that I will never find a good one and a year and a half ago I finally found the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;10. Quisqueya la Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is where I was born and lived until I was eight years old. It is the most beautiful little island in my eyes, with all its little colorful vintage houses, mango trees in the backyards, and fresh tropical warm winds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now the ten bloggers that I &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; LOVE (besides Elegantly Wasted) are:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in no particular order btw ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bebeloo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bebeloo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaliebrynn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hope is the Thing with Feathers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://magpieeyesx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magpie Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://exquisitebanana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Exquisite Banana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paigebaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prone to Wonder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://toogamine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shall I love you said the Swallow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elblogdevelvetwings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Velvet Wings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thriveonnovelty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thrive on Novelty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovenovelty.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Present for Everyone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlelostfox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Lost Fox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://prippyhandbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Prippy Handbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There are too many blogs that I love, and I just wanted to keep on tagging but I'll just tag you dolls in the next one so don't think you'll sneak by, I will get you next time ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6518306301532305094?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6518306301532305094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/09/source-i-have-been-given-few-awards-on.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6518306301532305094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6518306301532305094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/09/source-i-have-been-given-few-awards-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-9041177192152633851</id><published>2010-08-20T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:50:24.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anabella'/><title type='text'>so I'm packing my suitcase and I'm off to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris or Bust" height="387" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.146785938.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/48046009/paris-or-bust"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Nope, not Paris, sorry to disappoint you ;D I am packing for Canada Yay! I'm more excited than if I was going to Paris, Italy, Hawaii, or any other place you can think of. Finally going to see my little Cupcake! And for those new here, Cupcake is my beautiful little niece Anabella. I believe I only have one picture of her &lt;a href="http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-pretty-little-things.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and its exceedingly old (She is now 3 1/2). So I'll make sure to take lots of pictures of my beautiful little cupcake and of course my brand-new nephew (yeah I sound like if I'm talking about treats and cars lol). More exhilarating, I'm meeting my little nephew for the first time and can't wait to see him so I can come up with a cute little nickname for him ^_^. And believe it or not, I'm actually excited to leave my precious Macbook behind. Yeap, I said it. I'm actually leaving her behind and I'm committing myself not to go online, check my emails and blog (gasp!) as long as I'm there. I want to experience my little nephews to the maximum without the world of the web. &amp;nbsp;So bye-bye New York and everyone of you lovelies reading this, I'll be back in about two weeks :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-9041177192152633851?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/9041177192152633851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-im-packing-my-suitcase-and-im-off-to.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/9041177192152633851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/9041177192152633851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-im-packing-my-suitcase-and-im-off-to.html' title='so I&apos;m packing my suitcase and I&apos;m off to...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-5741398465301053464</id><published>2010-08-19T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:29:36.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofia Coppola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in translation'/><title type='text'>I am completely LOST IN TRANSLATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2012514/lostintranslation_large.jpg?1271807073" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2012514/lostintranslation_large.jpg?1271807073" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What a beautiful movie, Sofia Coppola's movies are always visually a work of art, so soft and delicate. My favorite part was the ending, what a thoughtful message. I loved how it leaves you waiting for just a bit more, and then you realized the message was right there all throughout the movie. I always heard this movie had actually won an Oscar and like 70 other awards and nominations, but never got around to watching it till now. And all I can say is- just beautiful! The ending was just the right thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081210203312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081210203312.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://junta-enviro.blog.ocn.ne.jp/seasons/2007/02/post_4d7f.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-5741398465301053464?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5741398465301053464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-completely-lost-in-translation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5741398465301053464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5741398465301053464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-completely-lost-in-translation.html' title='I am completely LOST IN TRANSLATION'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2564396514829416879</id><published>2010-08-13T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T18:08:45.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>the perfect summer dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="06-15-10" height="265" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4715278065_7bf77ca2eb_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4715278645_8afb32351e_b.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://assets0.chictopia.com/photos/annabel/5723779302/5723779302.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I was reading &lt;a href="http://blushingambition.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annabel's gorgeous blog&lt;/a&gt; when I came upon these pictures and felt a familiarity to her lovely flowy dress. I recently got a dress very similar to this one from one of my favorite stores Zara's. &amp;nbsp;As I keep on reading I see that she also got her dress from -yes you guessed it- Zara's. As she mentions in her blog, Zara always comes out with different versions of this dress every year. This year's version is quite as lovely and delicate except it has hardly existent- sleeves. The details of this dress are so beautiful it has to be seen in person to understand how gorgeous they are. I know its a bit silly, but I'm so in love with Blushing Ambition that when I realized we have the same dress I couldn't help being a tiny bit too excited, silly huh? Well no wonder I'm so in love with Annabel's blog, we have similar styles ;) (ha ha yeah I know I WISH!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4743226154_d66b28bc7f_o.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4745081148_1383fc36e8_b.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4745082486_e370e5c750_b.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, months ago, I was in the hunt for a cute little white dress I can wear for a baptism and thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.keikolynn.com/"&gt;Keiko Lynn&lt;/a&gt; I bought the &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/In+Yo+Lace+Dress"&gt;In Yo' Lace Dress&lt;/a&gt;. It was love at first sight. See the details of the dress on the back with the cute little black buttons? Adorable huh?! By the way, I am shorter than her so it fits me just a few inches before the knee so its perfect for the church.&amp;nbsp;This dress I actually bought after reading Keiko's blog, unlike the Zara one.&amp;nbsp;I bought it about a month ago, however if I had not bought it before Zara's dress I probably would have worn the Zara one. Nevertheless, this seems more appropriate since the sleeves are actually longer than the Zara's version I have.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I love white dresses a little too much. But they are just so soft, delicate and feminine. If you haven't check out these girl's blogs, make sure you do, I'm in love with both and I know you probably will too ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2564396514829416879?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2564396514829416879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/white-little-dresses.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2564396514829416879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2564396514829416879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/white-little-dresses.html' title='the perfect summer dress'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4715278065_7bf77ca2eb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2035079565351444314</id><published>2010-08-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:23:09.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quisqueya la Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>my apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="3310047591_5dac0d9b5a_large" class="img" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3209784/3310047591_5dac0d9b5a_large.jpg?1280630753" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noquedanfotos/3310047591/"&gt;Sabino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noquedanfotos/3310047591/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember exactly how I felt the first time I came to New York City. I remember looking out the cab's window up at the tall buildings, giant billboards, and of course the gleaming lights. I came in the nighttime, and like I tell everyone "the first time you are coming to NYC make sure you book a night flight." Because believe it or not, it makes a big difference. I've talked to and gather information from many people and I have noticed those that came in the nighttime have this sort of magical memory of the first time they got here. Its all probably due to all the colors of lights flashing in your eyes that to a kid makes it look like some sort of mystical place, where everything will be for the best. It is the words "new possibilities" that sticks in your head. I arrived here when I was turning eight-years-old and I thought it was one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen. Yet every time I went back to my little Island of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1536791085"&gt;Quisqueya La Bella&lt;/a&gt; I was at my happiest. I don't know if it was the tropical fresh warm air running through my hair, or the sweet scent of the mango trees on the front lawns, or all the pretty little colorful houses as I arrived, but it was home. The thrill I felt as my uncle's car turned the corner to enter our neighborhood was beyond description. My heart would start pounding to the rhythms of my island's drums. I was home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Whatever happened to those feelings? They are now a distant memory. I actually feel more excitement when I come back to NYC. I feel I have betrayed my own beautiful little island. The harder I try to recreate those emotions every time I visit Quisqueya the less I feel them. I do feel a sense of serenity and tenderness, but not that thrill beyond description I felt when I was younger. Maybe its due to the fact I am no longer a child. But one of my friends says she still feels it and the only reason I don't is because my uncle has moved, and it is no longer the place where I grew up. She says I should visit one day the old neighborhood where I grew up and it'll probably all come back. The thing she doesn't understand is I was too young when I came to NYC unlike her. I still lived a great part of my childhood here in NYC and further on till my teens and now twenties. When I arrive to NYC after a long vacation, when I step into our cold air, I feel this is where I belong. When I arrive to my uptown neighborhood and step on the hard cement floor where I step to every morning for almost 20 years now, &amp;nbsp;I just know this is now my home. &amp;nbsp;I know every corner, every place, here is where I never get lost.&lt;br /&gt;Quisqueya may have my soul, but my heart is now in NYC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2035079565351444314?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2035079565351444314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2035079565351444314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2035079565351444314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-home.html' title='my apple'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7251257398736061541</id><published>2010-08-08T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:55:27.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriends'/><title type='text'>a girls night out to remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div 31184_390099847797_662387797_4313134_3612668_n.jpg"="" hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net="" hs571.snc3="" http:="" imageanchor="1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" id="myphoto" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs571.snc3/31184_390099847797_662387797_4313134_3612668_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs144.ash2/40543_416360112797_662387797_5005243_7764319_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs144.ash2/40543_416360112797_662387797_5005243_7764319_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mayreni, me, and Dinilsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the best nights of my life. Boy did we have fun that night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm really nostalgic for an all girls night out in town, and summer is almost over so my wish may not come true :( Had so many laughs that night I remember my cheeks hurting. I believe we went to around three different places, including two lounges and one bar/club all around Times Square. Surprisingly I don't remember much pain on my feet the next morning just how much fun we had :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other hand, today I have a headache, my feet hurt, and I'm just not feeling good at all, and all I did yesterday was go to one single little place- the mall. I'm beyond tired- just consoling myself to some bittersweet dark chocolate and some old movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wish you feel better muchachita so we can relieve that night soon :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7251257398736061541?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7251257398736061541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/those-were-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7251257398736061541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7251257398736061541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/those-were-days.html' title='a girls night out to remember...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-475250205814763097</id><published>2010-08-06T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:55:44.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonardo DiCaprio'/><title type='text'>Oh Leo Leo, where are thou Leo? Well everywhere my dear and apparently for many years to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1578442/11uhnc2_large.jpg?1267225787" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1578442/11uhnc2_large.jpg?1267225787" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I finally went to see "Inception" and I am completely fascinated. Leonardo always impresses me. When I was in high school I had the biggest crush on Leo. And no, I do not mean I thought he was cute, oh no, I swore he was the most beautiful man on the face of this earth. I collected pictures on one of my walls of bands and artists and actors, and he was the main attraction. In one, you could see my lipstick kiss-stain on his lips. Yeah, I was that obsessed! You know what I loved most about him? He always had potential. He wasn't just that pretty boy who took roles of Prince-Charming-syndrome characters, oh no, this guy went all the way to even playing a young boy with developmental disabilities. He always seem so down-to-earth no matter how much fame he got. And that is why he is where he is today. Now that I have grown, I can't say I'm really attracted to Leo, yeah he's cute, but not really my type, crazy how time changes you huh? However, unlike when I was a teenager and ran to the movies just for his face, now I still find myself watching all his movies but just because I just know they are worth my time- Always full of enough action and drama, they give you the right amount of adrenaline rush and of course remarkable acting. And better yet, you know your guys will want to watch them and even drag you themselves. The boy has grown to be a distinguished actor, one that when I'm a grandmother myself, I will say to my kids and grandkids, "Now that my child is an ACTOR." Never again will there be another Leonardo DiCaprio. &amp;nbsp;One day, the Oscars will do that long section they do, whats it called "Lifetime Achievement? You know the ones they show sections of all the great films the actor has done with the sentimental music in the background, the one that makes people shed a few tears, And most times, the actors are old and wrinkly and it reminds you of how beautiful they were once? &amp;nbsp;Hahaha I know. But just read it for yourself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Few actors in the world have had a career quite as diverse as Leonardo DiCaprio's...DiCaprio is now one of the biggest movie stars in the world...As someone who has gone from small parts in television shows to one of the most respected actors in the world, DiCaprio has had one of the most diverse careers in cinema. DiCaprio continues to defy conventions about the types of roles he will accept, and with his career now seeing him leading all star casts in action thrillers such as The Departed, Shutter Island and Christopher Nolan's Inception, DiCaprio continues to wow audiences by refusing to conform to any cliché about actors. DiCaprio is not merely a former teen heart-throb turned leading man, he is one of the most respected, daring and challenging actors working today" -IMDB&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As of now, I'm just waiting for that day he wins and Oscar, cause he sure deserves one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I saw him here in NYC a long time ago, he actually rolled down the limousine window and gave one of his gigantic smiles and waved at the people walking on the sidewalk. Now how humble can he be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-475250205814763097?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/475250205814763097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-leo-leo-where-are-thou-leo-well.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/475250205814763097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/475250205814763097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-leo-leo-where-are-thou-leo-well.html' title='Oh Leo Leo, where are thou Leo? Well everywhere my dear and apparently for many years to come'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2565278884126002253</id><published>2010-08-04T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:12:46.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>dear summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="4828033767_705ffa1b04_z_large" class="img" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3244277/4828033767_705ffa1b04_z_large.jpg?1280963328" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time is running out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would you pretty please with cherris on top stay a bit longer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you have no idea how I will dearly miss you :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;photograph source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jenasa/4828033767/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2565278884126002253?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2565278884126002253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-summer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2565278884126002253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2565278884126002253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-summer.html' title='dear summer'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7569829815636477509</id><published>2010-08-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:48:25.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/4567514057_3a95dcf998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/4567514057_3a95dcf998.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 11px;"&gt;I needed the changes. Maybe they'll bring change into my life as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lightgrey; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 11px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emilytebbettsphotography/4567514057/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7569829815636477509?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7569829815636477509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/magazine-shoot-6-by-emily-tebbetts.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7569829815636477509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7569829815636477509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/08/magazine-shoot-6-by-emily-tebbetts.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/4567514057_3a95dcf998_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1601730680889918107</id><published>2010-07-30T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:35:30.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>oh summer nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TE-rD6JGvhI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2jacEemHuf0/s1600/tumblr_ky8em3Dqhw1qa2txho1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2286540/tumblr_l2mdk7VQI01qa2w57o1_500_large.jpg?1274193659" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2286540/tumblr_l2mdk7VQI01qa2w57o1_500_large.jpg?1274193659" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l2mdk7vqi01qa2w57o1_500_large" border="0" class="img" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2286540/tumblr_l2mdk7VQI01qa2w57o1_500_large.jpg?1274193659" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how much I adore you ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1601730680889918107?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1601730680889918107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-summer-nights.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1601730680889918107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1601730680889918107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-summer-nights.html' title='oh summer nights'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TE-rD6JGvhI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2jacEemHuf0/s72-c/tumblr_ky8em3Dqhw1qa2txho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7089432717905410283</id><published>2010-07-28T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:30:10.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>sweet sugar lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="4555348891_0fbcf682b3_large" class="img" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2088312/4555348891_0fbcf682b3_large.jpg?1272490957" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;When I was sixteen I always had candy with me. When my boyfriend would kiss me, he would smirk at me and say "your lips taste so sweet." My boyfriend back then was a guy named Christopher, a twenty-years-old college drop-out, who rode a motorcycle, and who every girl in his neighborhood was after. He was the first boy that made me run to the phone when it would ring and the first boy that would make me blush pink when he would pick me up after school. However, he was constantly smoking cigarettes and cigars. Yes, he was the definition of a "bad boy" with his flat stomach and tattoos all over his arms and chest. &amp;nbsp;His smoking led me to the conclusion that "a girl should always carry candy in her bag," you understand why I wanted some sweetness when I kissed him. I grew to love the taste of sweet and sour. I hardly eat candy anymore, the mister (Will) does not smoke and have never smoked in his life, and I have learned better than to be sucking on extra sugar. However, the other day, the mister was having some sour wine with his meal while I was having dessert. He leaned in to kiss me and I got that sweet and sour taste all over again :d, and it made all these memories flash upon me. There is no better taste like it- made me want to carry some candy in my bag all over again ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photography by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/megkroeker/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meg Kroeker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7089432717905410283?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7089432717905410283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweet-sugar-lips.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7089432717905410283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7089432717905410283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweet-sugar-lips.html' title='sweet sugar lips'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1603430316531759147</id><published>2010-07-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:24:00.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>I need some sleep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l1x3f631ne1qa4hzro1_500_large" class="img" height="400" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2345490/tumblr_l1x3f631NE1qa4hzro1_500_large.jpg?1274671936" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The old moon laughed and sang a song as they rocked in the wooden shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the little stars are the herring fish that live in that beautiful sea;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Cast your nets wherever you wish never afraid are we!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cried the stars to the fishermen three - Winkin', and Blinkin', and Nod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So all night long their nets they threw to the stars in the twinkling foam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Til down from the skies came the wooden shoe bringing the fisherman home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some folks say 'twas a dream they dreamed of sailing that misty sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I shall name you the fisherman three - Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now Winkin' and Blinkin' are two little eyes and Nod is a little head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies is a wee one's trundle bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So close your eyes while mother sings of the wonderful sights that be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you shall see those beautiful things as you sail on the misty sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three - Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so &amp;nbsp;far........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l4sc0t9ary1qzdiqvo1_400_large" class="img" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2819816/tumblr_l4sc0t9ARY1qzdiqvo1_400_large.jpg?1277999196" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7033299994577689274?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7033299994577689274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-you-feel-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7033299994577689274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7033299994577689274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-you-feel-it.html' title='can&apos;t you feel it?'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2596143165547791577</id><published>2010-07-25T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:28:42.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>birthday girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TEzxQipfI3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/eZOrbV6wSsI/s1600/1280110776_174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TEzxQipfI3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/eZOrbV6wSsI/s400/1280110776_174.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;from left to right: Arianny, me, and Estefania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've had one of the most amazing birthdays ever, and I do not want to forget a single moment. &amp;nbsp;During the week, the mister took me boat-riding at Central park, so very sweet and romantic specially since he did all the rowing ;P. On thursday, he took me on the Circle Line 3-hour cruise (I know, I know, I live in New York City but believe it or not I had never done it and was dying to), it was both exciting and romantic :). On friday the 23rd (my official born day), we went to Six Flags with some friends, I was already beginning to feel the pain on my legs and feet, but it was soo much fun of course- we went on about every roller coaster ride. And lastly on saturday, a friend had an all-girls-bohemian-white-style get-together for my birthday celebration. I had not had so much fun and laughs in a while now. It was the perfect week, and couldn't have asked for more ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2596143165547791577?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2596143165547791577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2596143165547791577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2596143165547791577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-girl.html' title='birthday girl'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TEzxQipfI3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/eZOrbV6wSsI/s72-c/1280110776_174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7425461713509537522</id><published>2010-07-21T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:48:23.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriends'/><title type='text'>first kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0sg6_W30nU8/TVoTjKl1mKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jl5lLT16ooU/s1600/tumblr_lfhvaiDOwy1qfhqtyo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0sg6_W30nU8/TVoTjKl1mKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jl5lLT16ooU/s400/tumblr_lfhvaiDOwy1qfhqtyo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching "My Girl" again, I used to love that movie when I was a little girl. This picture brought all those memories back since I related completely to the characters. Like Vada, my best friend was a boy, and I did share my first kiss with him (even though I was actually ordered to kiss him by my older sister haha) Ah people say "the "30's will be the best years of your life," but sometimes I think nothing beats the innocence, joy, and simplicity of childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always surround myself with people who I find intellectually stimulating" -Vada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7425461713509537522?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7425461713509537522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-kiss.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7425461713509537522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7425461713509537522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-kiss.html' title='first kiss'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0sg6_W30nU8/TVoTjKl1mKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jl5lLT16ooU/s72-c/tumblr_lfhvaiDOwy1qfhqtyo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-5967457998103547892</id><published>2010-07-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:22:29.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>hip and pregnant</title><content type='html'>I don't think any amount of makeup can achieve the natural glow and beauty of a mother-to-be. Just look at&amp;nbsp;Miroslava Mikheeva Dum's&amp;nbsp;latest photographs, of course it helps that she is absolutely gorgeous, but seriously how cute and fashionable can a pregnant woman be? Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/118lkyt.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2ylkbb9.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/5bwhzr.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://blogs.lexpress.fr/cafe-mode/miroslava-portrait2.JPG" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/mn2u1c.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-5967457998103547892?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5967457998103547892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/hip-and-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5967457998103547892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5967457998103547892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/hip-and-pregnant.html' title='hip and pregnant'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/118lkyt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-5142047709856995584</id><published>2010-07-17T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:19:31.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>"swear i was born right in the doorway. i went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed. they're spreadin' blankets on the beach"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3543659485_a46f754af2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3543659485_a46f754af2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/4556891762_a82d93d2b8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/4556891762_a82d93d2b8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3434721967_9b94be4365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3434721967_9b94be4365.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3640772697_3e1e569c97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3640772697_3e1e569c97.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3623/3331524395_32cf78aa35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3623/3331524395_32cf78aa35.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4174605827_bf7093caef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4174605827_bf7093caef.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can you say TALENT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sita Marie's photographs are absolutely beautiful, like &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redberries_x/"&gt;Eva Luna X&lt;/a&gt; said "when I look at her photostream it's like I'm entering another magical world where I want to curl up and live forever; where pretty girls wear summery dresses and cast shadows in the forest, dance in the pouring rain and exchange secrets with their goldfish after a long day at the beach." I could not describe it better than her. And believe it or not Sita Marie is only 12 years old. Yes, you read right, nope, its not 12 years doing this, but only 12 years old in this little old planet earth. Is it a gift or talent? I don't know but I was truly impressed with her pictures as it is, and when finding out she was only 12, well then I was just speechless. Check out all &amp;nbsp;of her breathtaking sets &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25997138@N06/sets/72157617780801062/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote on title of this post is from "Bright Eyes- First Day of my Life" that Sita Marie had posted under one of her photographs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-5142047709856995584?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5142047709856995584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/swear-i-was-born-right-in-doorway-i.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5142047709856995584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5142047709856995584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/swear-i-was-born-right-in-doorway-i.html' title='&quot;swear i was born right in the doorway. i went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed. they&apos;re spreadin&apos; blankets on the beach&quot;'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3543659485_a46f754af2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7099671061192732937</id><published>2010-07-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T08:21:04.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>pretty dark lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_kz2o2ivhyy1qz7ckqo1_500_large" class="img" height="280" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1663568/tumblr_kz2o2iVHYy1qz7ckqo1_500_large.jpg?1268345820" width="400" /&gt;&lt;img alt="2372779034_62e2372a8f_large" class="img" height="400" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1641309/2372779034_62e2372a8f_large.jpg?1268071516" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;This look is just so elegant and pretty. I have never been able to pull of dark lips and eyes, actually I've never been able to pull of lipstick alone, but she makes it look so pretty I want to try wearing lipstick. I usually just do some smoky eyes and wear some lip balm. Furthermore, I hardly wear my hair up, but I'm promising myself next time I go out downtown in the city I will try this look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7099671061192732937?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7099671061192732937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-dark-lips.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7099671061192732937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7099671061192732937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-dark-lips.html' title='pretty dark lips'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1710044252132589149</id><published>2010-07-11T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T09:14:23.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'll keep on making wishes and</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2526241/tumblr_l3o5ifeNEP1qzrvo0o1_500_large.jpg?1276104482" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2526241/tumblr_l3o5ifeNEP1qzrvo0o1_500_large.jpg?1276104482" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1004036/78178493_large.jpg?1258496927" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1004036/78178493_large.jpg?1258496927" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day I will be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1710044252132589149?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1710044252132589149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-keep-on-making-wishes-and.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1710044252132589149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1710044252132589149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-keep-on-making-wishes-and.html' title='I&apos;ll keep on making wishes and'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1657029132749447718</id><published>2010-07-08T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:22:30.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pepsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coca cola'/><title type='text'>fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="2490315412_f6b52fd23c_z_large" class="img" height="267" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9892662/2490315412_f6b52fd23c_z_large.jpg?1305739266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soda is bad for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soda is one of the most acidic beverages with a pH about the same as vinegar, which is bad for your esophagus and stomach. Soda also contains high levels of phosphorous, which seeps calcium from your bones which contribute to weaker bones and ostosporosis. Not to mention, Soda has also a very high content of sugar which contributes to excessive calories and obesity. And lastly, many research studies have linked soda to kidney problems. Think about it this way, the ingredients are actually not really fit to be for human consumption, the body does not need it, so you shouldn't either. There's nothing beneficial about drinking soda, what does it do for your health? If I managed to make you at least a tiny bit guilty about all the soda left in your fridge, think about it this way: You can use it to clean your toilet or your car because its been proven to be strong enough to eliminate rust and that grease stain on your shirt, yeap, along with softening you teeth enamel promoting plaques and cavities OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1657029132749447718?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1657029132749447718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/fact.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1657029132749447718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1657029132749447718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/fact.html' title='fact'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2011744690987199008</id><published>2010-07-07T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:24:06.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zsa Zsa Zsu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>zsa zsa zsu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TDTAu-3rLEI/AAAAAAAAATY/uzXFOY2HGoI/s1600/20090826043924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TDTAu-3rLEI/AAAAAAAAATY/uzXFOY2HGoI/s400/20090826043924.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Doesn't this picture make you want to pull all your hair up in a bun and cut your bangs? I don't know about you but I find it just so cute that it makes me want to cut my bangs again even when I know it will only be a few hours after I regret it. Bangs are such a hassle, always getting in my eyes, I have to wash them about every other day or otherwise they look untidy and unclean :/ &amp;nbsp;Oh yes and not to mention, the mister is not a big fan of them. He made me grow them out because he says he likes to see my beautiful face, how could you say no to that? He's the only one that has made me feel all &lt;i&gt;Zsa Zsa Zsu&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;And yes ladies and gentleman (if there are any guys out there that actually read my blog), I dare inform you that &lt;i&gt;Zsa Zsa Zsu&lt;/i&gt; as described by Carrie (Sex and the City) as the "feeling you get when you meet someone you really really like, that sort of lovey, butterflies feeling when you just want to be with someone" has actually been added to the Urban Dictionary ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2011744690987199008?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2011744690987199008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/zsa-zsa-zsu.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2011744690987199008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2011744690987199008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/zsa-zsa-zsu.html' title='zsa zsa zsu'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TDTAu-3rLEI/AAAAAAAAATY/uzXFOY2HGoI/s72-c/20090826043924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7473938658559313700</id><published>2010-07-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:03:46.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriends'/><title type='text'>I miss sleepovers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TDIKWlivtZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CC1k-FbKW8M/s1600/minkpink-spring-2010-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TDIKWlivtZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CC1k-FbKW8M/s400/minkpink-spring-2010-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TDIKgOHUQqI/AAAAAAAAATA/2wwA7ztJ4A4/s1600/tumblr_kzuvwnOjFJ1qa4xrfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TDIKgOHUQqI/AAAAAAAAATA/2wwA7ztJ4A4/s400/tumblr_kzuvwnOjFJ1qa4xrfo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TDIPEDRMNkI/AAAAAAAAATI/Is7ZuhLmIAM/s1600/tumblr_kzuwc9WEUF1qzuez2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TDIPEDRMNkI/AAAAAAAAATI/Is7ZuhLmIAM/s400/tumblr_kzuwc9WEUF1qzuez2o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember since I was little I would have sleepovers. Over the years, I changed bestfriends (It was always my choice though thats another story obviously some sort of issues there) and each one got to sleep over at my place. I tried once a sleepover with a few friends but it didn't turn out very good- &amp;nbsp;girls fighting, girls not talking to each other the next day, and so I always preferred to have one and one nights to talk, play, and listen to music, OH and of course record ourselves singing through the fan or a.c. :) Oh come one, you know you did it too ;P I think my last sleepover was at my &lt;a href="http://www.mayreni.wordpress.com/"&gt;bestfriend's&lt;/a&gt; house when I was in college (although there was no singing this time lol). We are a little too old for sleepovers, a few are graduating from college, some are married, and most have kids. I don't know but some part me misses this, these close bonds you create with your friends that over the years fade. Life gets in the way and we get too busy and lost in our own worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7473938658559313700?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7473938658559313700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-sleepovers.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7473938658559313700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7473938658559313700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-sleepovers.html' title='I miss sleepovers...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TDIKWlivtZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CC1k-FbKW8M/s72-c/minkpink-spring-2010-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-8951673089711426430</id><published>2010-07-01T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:15:34.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quisqueya la Bella'/><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2783743/tumblr_kpmhv1T6wU1qzrvo0o1_500_large.jpg?1277771360" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2783743/tumblr_kpmhv1T6wU1qzrvo0o1_500_large.jpg?1277771360" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My little&amp;nbsp;long trip is over and now its time to head back to nyc. I absolutely hate packing. I have so much stuff that I had left behind before and a bunch of books and shoes I think is time for me to take back. We will see how much can actually fit inside my luggage. Agh, the day is hot and stuffy and I never even got to go to the beach :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-8951673089711426430?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8951673089711426430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8951673089711426430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8951673089711426430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-5326031786560139978</id><published>2010-06-22T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:52:57.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographs'/><title type='text'>I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TCEvEQPw88I/AAAAAAAAASw/UKnxIuUgcY4/s1600/1277242332_154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TCEvEQPw88I/AAAAAAAAASw/UKnxIuUgcY4/s400/1277242332_154.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&amp;nbsp;think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;drinking milk shakes cold and long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smiling and waving and looking so fine,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't think&amp;nbsp;you knew you were in this song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-5326031786560139978?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5326031786560139978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-kiss-you-youre-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5326031786560139978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5326031786560139978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-kiss-you-youre-beautiful.html' title='I kiss you, you&apos;re beautiful, I want you to talk'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TCEvEQPw88I/AAAAAAAAASw/UKnxIuUgcY4/s72-c/1277242332_154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2788226342649232081</id><published>2010-06-21T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:02:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3k82pBmAw1qz9b3ko1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3k82pBmAw1qz9b3ko1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is quite amazing, pretty much what we saw yesterday, there was quite some storms. Whole day raining on and off making little oceans in our streets&amp;nbsp;☂&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2788226342649232081?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2788226342649232081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-walked-back-to-my-room-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2788226342649232081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2788226342649232081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-walked-back-to-my-room-and.html' title='&quot;So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane&quot;'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-992514934494309005</id><published>2010-06-18T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:37:53.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofia Coppola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somewhere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sister&apos;s Keeper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Virgin Suicides'/><title type='text'>Lost in Sofia Coppola's beautiful dreamy visions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dakotafanningworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Dakota-Fanning-Pictures-110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.dakotafanningworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Dakota-Fanning-Pictures-110.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TBuuCzKjUrI/AAAAAAAAASY/i9hTzQm3CTc/s1600/guide_sisterkeep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TBuuCzKjUrI/AAAAAAAAASY/i9hTzQm3CTc/s320/guide_sisterkeep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite books is &lt;i&gt;My Sister's Keeper.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I absolutely related to the characters and loved the storyline to its very last words. But I was disappointed with the movie, yes it's a cute movie but it wasn't what I was expecting and was simplified too much for my taste. For some reason, when I read it, I felt I was in a Sofia Coppola film (Marie Antoinette, Lost in Translation and the Virgin Suicides) with dreamy scenes and details. &amp;nbsp;I love Coppola's movies, yes I admit that &lt;i&gt;Marie Antoinette&lt;/i&gt; wasn't for me at all, yet it is still quite beautiful to look at, with such ethereal pastel-colored scenes. And the &lt;i&gt;Virgin Suicides?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;well all I have to say is that I was completed captivated with this movie. It is also a favorite among many people including me of course. Maybe &lt;i&gt;My Sister's Keeper-Coppola-feeling&lt;/i&gt; has to do with the book cover as well- the soft colors, pink undertones and delicate young girls. But also the story is more moody and a little more dark (specially the ending) than what the movie projects which Coppola would have done wonders with in my opinion, I mean that has the moody yet airy delicate feeling of &lt;i&gt;The Virgin Suicides &lt;/i&gt;written all over it. Even the author admits in her website that the ending "was hard for her to accept" but that it was out of her hands as soon she sold the rights, when hundreds of fans complained. &amp;nbsp;It is also quite interesting to see that a lot of people who have not read the book love the movie more than those who have actually read the book. Another thing that bothered me was that they changed the girl's ages in the movie and the little fact that the oldest sister Kate was a bit shorter and was mistakenly assumed to be the youngest one which I thought was important. I don't know, I guess it's just me but I love when a movie sticks very closely to details such as in The Virgin Suicides, where it many times felt like you were reading the book when in fact you were watching the movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.litlovers.com/images/guide_sisterkeep.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and an interesting little info: Dakota Fanning and Elle Fanning were supposedly set to play the parts, for some reason I think they would've fit a little more closely to what I imagined (and yes Elle is four years younger yet much taller than Dakota as well haha yeah I know I did like the movie don't get me wrong but I wouldve prefer it they sticked closer to the book and if the director of the Notebook had also paired up with Coppola for this one, now thats a dream movie to be huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with another beautiful Sofia Copolla's film to come out soon. "Somewhere" starring Elle Fanning, which I can't wait to see and hopefully I'm not disappointed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvSspY7WU10&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvSspY7WU10&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-992514934494309005?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/992514934494309005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-in-sofia-coppolas-beautiful-dreamy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/992514934494309005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/992514934494309005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-in-sofia-coppolas-beautiful-dreamy.html' title='Lost in Sofia Coppola&apos;s beautiful dreamy visions'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TBuuCzKjUrI/AAAAAAAAASY/i9hTzQm3CTc/s72-c/guide_sisterkeep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-8983342272109691063</id><published>2010-06-16T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:40:47.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romeo and Juliet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>lovely words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/2877871/4618604730_e447ea50d3_large_large.jpg?1278361969" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/2877871/4618604730_e447ea50d3_large_large.jpg?1278361969" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"go girl seek happy nights to happy days" -William Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-8983342272109691063?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8983342272109691063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovely-words.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8983342272109691063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8983342272109691063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovely-words.html' title='lovely words'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-7698840235748070883</id><published>2010-06-15T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:27:46.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>and then she will turn around and smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2139801/tumblr_kou5jhBIai1qzm1xlo1_400_large.jpg?1272989911" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_kou5jhbiai1qzm1xlo1_400_large" border="0" class="img" height="254" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2139801/tumblr_kou5jhBIai1qzm1xlo1_400_large.jpg?1272989911" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"In a few breaths' time will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed to see scars now. Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is &lt;i&gt;alive&lt;/i&gt;. The next thing you know, something fine will happen to her, something &lt;i&gt;marvelous&lt;/i&gt;, and then she will turn around and smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished reading "Little Bee" and I am speechless all I can say, like a little kid who just witnessed something beautiful, is "wow." I seem to have underline about every other page with beautiful quotes. You can surely guarantee I will be looking for other books by Chris Cleave.&lt;br /&gt;And you may ask, "How did I come upon this little treasure?" Well read it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/beauty-marks.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-7698840235748070883?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7698840235748070883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-then-she-will-turn-around-and-smile.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7698840235748070883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/7698840235748070883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-then-she-will-turn-around-and-smile.html' title='and then she will turn around and smile'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-3527751047637631738</id><published>2010-06-11T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:30:09.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><title type='text'>dresses, dresses, and prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know if you have had the chance to browse through some of the pictures of proms going on these days, but I had the unfortunately chance to when a friend's little cousin was tagged on the famous and infamous Facebook and I was dumbstruck. What are girls wearing these days? More and more pictures have been coming up these weeks from different proms and I just could not believe my eyes. You know those dresses that you look at in a store and make fun of telling your friend you are going to buy her that for her birthday in a sarcastic tone? And then your friend will gag at the thought of it. Well yeah imagine a whole prom full of them. Vomit green, orange, yellow brighter than the sun, or just some dress to emphasize their curves, boobs and leaving little for the guy's imagination and raging hormones. These dresses are girls' worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/799353/tumblr_kphgwllQ5A1qzeh8no1_500_large.jpg?1254607925" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_kphgwllq5a1qzeh8no1_500_large" border="0" class="img" height="285" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/799353/tumblr_kphgwllQ5A1qzeh8no1_500_large.jpg?1254607925" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Little short dresses with ruffles and princess cuts and dreamy little details is supposedly what's in, like the picture above. If you want to wear what's in, that's cute, perfect example, not too much going on yet pretty. Yet whats going on? Where are these girls finding the horrific dark-colored dresses for their prom? I do not want to post pictures since I dont want to insult anyone in particular. But whats going on? And if its not a dark color, or showing half what their mama gave them, then its some long dress with so much going on I can't even explain it. Maybe it just happens to be all the prom pictures I've seen. Maybe you went to prom yourself or your sister and you have beautiful pictures to keep, but from my side of the world, I just dont know what has happened.&amp;nbsp;Oh and the dresses with the glitter and all the sparkly stuff, um seriously someone explain whats going on there? Its halloween or club scene out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Girls, if its becoming a nightmare looking for the perfect dress why not opt for something just simple yet elegant and classy? And whatever happened to wanting to feel like a princess on you prom? Did teenagers just give up on this? Too much waiting for Prince Charming and rather just wear something revealing enough to catch whatever frog along the way? Yes, we know Prince Charming is not real, but at least we can enjoy the ball looking beautiful without being half naked or looking like the ugly stepsisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Uvkjg_large" class="img" height="335" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1067628/uvkjg_large.JPG?1259595151" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah sorry girls, I just had to let it out. I feel one day it might be my daughter going to prom and I just would not want to see my daughter walking showing half her boobs and behind or worst sparkling so much that her date might mistake her for a disko ball. And if I have insulted anyone please don't take it personal, this is my little place to let out. Plus at the end, no matter what, the pictures bad or good will always be good to look at years later to laugh and say, "what the hell was I thinking?" I know for sure I have a lot of those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-3527751047637631738?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3527751047637631738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/dresses-dresses-and-prom.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3527751047637631738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/3527751047637631738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/dresses-dresses-and-prom.html' title='dresses, dresses, and prom'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1625905959618695443</id><published>2010-06-04T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T07:38:46.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quisqueya la Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my island'/><title type='text'>my little island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.panoramio.com/photos/original/7129116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://static.panoramio.com/photos/original/7129116.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TAk496ncqUI/AAAAAAAAARA/W0ftO1ANVK0/s1600/where_to_go.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TAk496ncqUI/AAAAAAAAARA/W0ftO1ANVK0/s400/where_to_go.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TAk1Jfd-L3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/wuKp-W2uQ5E/s400/dr.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TAk368PERxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vOWGEw6hyZI/s400/20090326_Punta_Cana_0016.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TAk12r4YogI/AAAAAAAAAQg/bC90XlCTk2s/s400/rose_Juan_Dolio.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will be going to my &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Quisquella&lt;/span&gt; La Bella this weekend for a month. It was planned last minute since the tickets were on sale and my mother wants me to accompany her to help her furnish the apartment she bought a few years ago. I wasn't too much into the trip since I had recently been there and because I had a whole summer planned here in NYC, from going to adventure/water parks, to revisiting a few museums, going boat riding, and having some picnics at the park. I feel last summer flew by and I didn't do many of the things I wanted to. But I have to see the bright side- I'm visiting such a beautiful tropical island, seriously what's wrong with me? And I still have July and August to do all the things I want to do here plus I get to visit my gorgeous little &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Quisqueya&lt;/span&gt; and our breath-taking &lt;b&gt;clean&lt;/b&gt; beaches (something we do &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; have in NYC).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is my aunt Lila's adorable house which I will be visiting and taking some new pictures of. Just as cute as the entry is so is the inside. Everything is so antique and charming. Now I can't wait to sit in this warming house with&amp;nbsp;the family having some sweet treats and cool lemonade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p205/ZCompres/LilasCompres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p205/ZCompres/LilasCompres.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source for pictures besides my aunts house (which I took myself) you can find &lt;a href="http://www.godominicanrepublic.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1625905959618695443?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1625905959618695443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-little-island.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1625905959618695443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1625905959618695443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-little-island.html' title='my little island'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/TAk496ncqUI/AAAAAAAAARA/W0ftO1ANVK0/s72-c/where_to_go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-8988181940961522180</id><published>2010-06-03T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T04:47:03.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I need to learn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1795232/4199038446_387221a37d_b_large.jpg?1269812125" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1795232/4199038446_387221a37d_b_large.jpg?1269812125" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why am I so selfish at times? Wanting more and more, never satisfied. I really need to learn how to be more content. There are so many people out there who have so little, if anything at all. So many kids who go without food or clothes, so many orphans, so many people dying, so many homeless people. When I have one of those selfish moments where I look at people and think they are doing so much better than I am, I need to remind myself that they also, like me, have their self-centered moments, that they also wish for more. We are all self-absorbed in our own way, one way or another, its in our nature, specially as children, but it is also in our nature to control it. I need to remember to be thankful everyday for everything I have- my beautiful family, my caring friends, and of course the mister&amp;nbsp;♡&amp;nbsp;Even better, I just noticed I didn't mention the material stuff I'm thankful for and only concentrated on the wonderful people around me, okay now that's something to be proud of :) I have so so &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much in every possible way, and I need to remind myself this every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Gracias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Dios&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-8988181940961522180?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8988181940961522180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8988181940961522180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/8988181940961522180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-to-learn.html' title='I need to learn...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-2103303184943859826</id><published>2010-05-28T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:12:57.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_9ILmbfk9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/eowR42Xyo1c/s1600/6a00e554f1ae9388330120a58050c7970b-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_9ILmbfk9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/eowR42Xyo1c/s320/6a00e554f1ae9388330120a58050c7970b-800wi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Time will pass.&amp;nbsp;Phrase so often used. Time will heal the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Yet air breathe through battered lungs, soiled oxygen that surrounds us every second drying my skin more and more,&amp;nbsp;Consenting myself to have these polluted airs infiltrate my body and mind deadening me inside and out,&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed, yet the soreness has remain, your soft eyes, watching me remain somewhere in the distant of this arctic world with impure minds breathing in more and more the fabrication of what was once truth, and yet time will pass...&lt;br /&gt;I breathe and I bleed, and when I close my eyes all I see is your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 12, 2007 by yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;note: I had written this a while ago when I was going through some tough situations. I just felt like reminding myself how good I have it now. It seems like this piece was written centuries ago by whoever I was before. I still love how well I described exactly what I felt. Sometimes our most difficult situations bring out the best written pieces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-2103303184943859826?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2103303184943859826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2103303184943859826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/2103303184943859826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_9ILmbfk9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/eowR42Xyo1c/s72-c/6a00e554f1ae9388330120a58050c7970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-305431899614127715</id><published>2010-05-27T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:02:11.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homes'/><title type='text'>the cutest kitchen ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ok so maybe not ever, but its still the cutest I've seen so far :). I just love cooking. I love chopping up peppers and onions, all the colors, ingredients, and flavors. It feels so good when I prepare a big meal for friends and family and they empty their whole plates and ask for more. That's why a lovely little kitchen of my own is a dream I'm still waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8mABzPECI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BSf2DtGwJFU/s1600/3238943377_b4ce90b4e9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8mABzPECI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BSf2DtGwJFU/s400/3238943377_b4ce90b4e9.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8lq__VZiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y2eWkc9H94Y/s1600/apt7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8lq__VZiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y2eWkc9H94Y/s400/apt7.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8l4zNxaUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/M-bAkl74s_8/s1600/%7B9DD3CEAA-5FA0-4F61-A2E3-52BAC1A1B674%7D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8l4zNxaUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/M-bAkl74s_8/s400/%7B9DD3CEAA-5FA0-4F61-A2E3-52BAC1A1B674%7D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8oQEM49rI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JpVKqXX7d9k/s1600/apt6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8oQEM49rI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JpVKqXX7d9k/s320/apt6.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8rpLo_9II/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MXyKzLXj8RA/s1600/dining.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8rpLo_9II/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MXyKzLXj8RA/s400/dining.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8r-T7U38I/AAAAAAAAAPY/YmusMrznyTw/s1600/apt8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8r-T7U38I/AAAAAAAAAPY/YmusMrznyTw/s400/apt8.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Unfortunately I do not have the source of these pictures, these where saved on my folder :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Update: found these are from the homes of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;diana and lisel of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external" href="http://www.thejewelsofny.com/" style="color: #3a2d19; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;jewels of new york&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Read more at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2009/03/sneak-peek-jewels-of-new-york.html#ixzz0pBhwfVHi"&gt;Design*Sponge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG how exciting is it to find out this is actually right next door to me? I would've thought this was somewhere far maybe Savannah, Georgia but never would've imagine it was my next door neighbor brooklyn, n.y (ahh New york I love you!) Check out the rest of their home, just plain beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-305431899614127715?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/305431899614127715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/cutest-kitchen-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/305431899614127715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/305431899614127715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/cutest-kitchen-ever.html' title='the cutest kitchen ever'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_8mABzPECI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BSf2DtGwJFU/s72-c/3238943377_b4ce90b4e9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-746128761389155489</id><published>2010-05-26T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:07:31.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><title type='text'>I want to go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_1DeYn9-7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/SI1xVWETXxs/s1600/6a00e554f1ae9388330120a7bfb278970b-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_1DeYn9-7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/SI1xVWETXxs/s400/6a00e554f1ae9388330120a7bfb278970b-800wi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fill up my bag with pretty summer things and go somewhere far,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somewhere hot and humid and wear only dresses and shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to put the top of the car down put my feet up while the boy drives far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll take my books and read on the road and sing with the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just drive and drive to somewhere with white fences and green backyards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little bed &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; breakfast doesn't even need to have a beach nearby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just as long as its far away from all this noise, all these strangers with no smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somewhere quite, slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need this. I need to go somewhere far, just for a little while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-746128761389155489?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/746128761389155489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-to-go-away.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/746128761389155489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/746128761389155489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-to-go-away.html' title='I want to go away'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_1DeYn9-7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/SI1xVWETXxs/s72-c/6a00e554f1ae9388330120a7bfb278970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-5383529854118065480</id><published>2010-05-21T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:18:54.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sisters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090225144340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090225144340.jpg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I carry your heart with me (i carry it in&amp;nbsp;my heart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am never without it (anywhere&amp;nbsp;i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i fear&amp;nbsp;no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want&amp;nbsp;no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which grows&amp;nbsp;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-ee cummings&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_bDJyoOYpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pJSuLmI0eYg/s1600/ScannedImage-38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_bDJyoOYpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pJSuLmI0eYg/s400/ScannedImage-38.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090706082342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="266" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090706082342.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1710927/4398287825_8039d9b106_large.jpg?1268879732" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="266" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1710927/4398287825_8039d9b106_large.jpg?1268879732" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;image with girl opening present with the pink balloons is me and my sisters, other images from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-5383529854118065480?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5383529854118065480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-i-carry-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5383529854118065480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/5383529854118065480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-i-carry-it.html' title='I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S_bDJyoOYpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pJSuLmI0eYg/s72-c/ScannedImage-38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-9045544575010639495</id><published>2010-05-20T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:30:50.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty marks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scars'/><title type='text'>turn your scars into stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="291" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1885184/maggie1_large.jpg?1270673575" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"On the girl's brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking, Do those scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and the moons on your dress? I thought that would be pretty too, and I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Chris Cleave (Little Bee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This quote is just so beautiful, and I can identify completely. I will have to read this book. I have a few scars, and now three new ones on my abdomen. I've never seen them as ugly scars, but beautiful pink marks that remind me of what I've been through but also that I am still here. And the biggest one, my kidney transplant scar, which reminds me like the quote- &lt;i&gt;that I survived&lt;/i&gt;. How can that not be beautiful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My four-year-old godson has one on his chest (from his heart surgery) It is the most beautiful scar I've ever seen ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thank you Nabilah I wouldn't have known about this quote if it wasnt for your lovely blog xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;lovenovelty.blogspot.com The heading "turn your scars into stars" is also hers. Lovely isn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;image from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/tag/scars"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-9045544575010639495?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/9045544575010639495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/beauty-marks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/9045544575010639495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/9045544575010639495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/beauty-marks.html' title='turn your scars into stars'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-4447700244373567531</id><published>2010-05-17T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:36:12.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>So today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went up to the park with the best friend and my gorgeous God daughter. If I tell you I had a good time, I would be lying. It is beyond words how good I felt up in that park today. The garden, with all its wild flowers and roses, is truly breath-taking. The fresh air, the chilly yet warm enough wind in my face was just perfect. I missed going up there so much, especially with a good friend to share some good conversation with and a tiny little doll walking up and down full of smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally fully recovered after surgery. And my attitude is so much better. I thought I was falling under depression, and just didn't want to admit it to myself or anyone else, or even blog about it. Silly me, I forgot anesthesia sometimes does this and it takes a while for the emotions to settle back down again. I would find myself crying with every actress and actor on t.v. Anything sad, my tears will come running down. My pills are also back to what I used to take before which I'm so glad. The other medication had some side-effects I was just not used to- had me tired, down and moody. But all that is gone now. I'm feeling like my old cheery self again. Even better, summer is just around the corner, enough to make me want to do cartwheels and backflips ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-4447700244373567531?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4447700244373567531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-today.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4447700244373567531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/4447700244373567531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-today.html' title='So today...'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1358038986887740076</id><published>2010-05-16T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:16:16.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>mind-opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1495463/2419427871_f8da9a6a60_o-_39514739_large.jpg?1266089709" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1495463/2419427871_f8da9a6a60_o-_39514739_large.jpg?1266089709" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"La vida no es esperar a que pase la tormente, es aprender a bailar bajo la lluvia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;picture source&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1358038986887740076?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1358038986887740076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/mind-opener.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1358038986887740076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1358038986887740076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/mind-opener.html' title='mind-opener'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6287745338833571142</id><published>2010-05-12T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:45:00.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters in the mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>looks like a brighter day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2224229/tumblr_l0zdlyzQ0h1qa4xrfo1_500_large.jpg?1273695532" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2224229/tumblr_l0zdlyzQ0h1qa4xrfo1_500_large.jpg?1273695532" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;or was is it just my mail? Woke up on the right sunny side of the bed, and when I opened up my mailbox I got some pretty little packages. In between all those bills and junk mail, there were too scribble packages addressed to little old me :) Oh how happy and curious I got is beyond description. One was a little something I had won on ebay and the other was a letter from my best friend (she read my "letters in the mail" blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to-receive-letters-in-mail-again.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) How sweet is she? Guess I will be writing some thankyou letters soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1845825/3681329880_1e8bf04c99_large.jpg?1270316385" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1845825/3681329880_1e8bf04c99_large.jpg?1270316385" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;for pictures source click&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6287745338833571142?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6287745338833571142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/looks-like-brighter-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6287745338833571142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6287745338833571142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/looks-like-brighter-day.html' title='looks like a brighter day'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-1796729870843358598</id><published>2010-05-11T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:03:37.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sore throat'/><title type='text'>sick :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm down with a sore throat, but of course, so is about every New Yorker with this spontaneous weather. One week it felt like summer rather than spring, and this week feels like middle of winter. I hate winter, I do. I only like it around christmas time, the snow, the twinkling lights, but other than that I HATE winter, and I can finally say it. Yes, I do. I can't even swallow. It hurts. My body hurts, my head hurts, everything hurts. And worst, tomorrow I have to go to the hospital and wait in the waiting room for hours for them to take off my stitches -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-1796729870843358598?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1796729870843358598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1796729870843358598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/1796729870843358598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/sick.html' title='sick :/'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753943618026011510.post-6511102948545924076</id><published>2010-05-08T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:02:36.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinkberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lula magazine'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Shorcake &amp; PinkBerry</title><content type='html'>so on Thursday the boyfriend actually drove me all the way to what seem the other side of New York so I could actually buy Lula. I have only seen it online, and always wanted to see it in person, but its almost impossible to find. I love the idea of a magazine with hardly any ads, and just filled with beautiful, sometimes whimsical spreads. Its just so girly and beautiful. So my first Lula magazine is issue #10 inspired by no other than Strawberry Shortcake characters, which seem so appropriate being that I love Strawberry Shortcake and it was theme for my very first birthday ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Strawberry Shortcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Raspberry Tart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S-WcQk-W58I/AAAAAAAAALI/It2AhZ5RdAk/s1600/StrawberryShortcake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S-WcQk-W58I/AAAAAAAAALI/It2AhZ5RdAk/s400/StrawberryShortcake.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Lime Chiffon &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lemon Meringue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S-WdYffzWSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pVAFvZo6g7Q/s1600/LimeChiffon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S-WdYffzWSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pVAFvZo6g7Q/s400/LimeChiffon.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Blueberry Muffin &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Plum Pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S-WeApkJG6I/AAAAAAAAALY/0qLyUWim8fw/s1600/BlueberryMuffin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S-WeApkJG6I/AAAAAAAAALY/0qLyUWim8fw/s400/BlueberryMuffin.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The store had every single cover except the Chanel cover (Orange Blossom). I love Strawberry Shortcake and Lemon Meringue, but the covers were a little damaged so I chose Blueberry Muffin and Raspberry Tart. One is for a friend and the other for myself. Why can't U.S. magazines have covers like this again, so plain and simple without all the blabbering in the front? I love how simple and pretty Lula is inside and outside without all the clutter magazines usually have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forkitover.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/pinkberry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://forkitover.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/pinkberry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/theesquire/pinkberry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/theesquire/pinkberry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After, the boyfriend and I went to &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Pinkberry&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt; how much I love this words cannot describe. I had the original with blueberries, can you say heaven? We ended the day by watching a movie and ordered dinner inside. I'm still recuperating from my surgery, so we had a lazy day since we were going to do some serious summer shopping on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On other news, I'm still a little upset I wasn't there for my best friend's baby first birthday. She told me the party did not go as planned and everything that could go wrong went wrong. I feel that even if I couldn't go (doctor's advise) I should&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;helped somehow. It was her very first birthday and I won't be in any picture. But I'm going to make sure I'm there for every other birthday to come. I adore that little girl, she has stolen my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753943618026011510-6511102948545924076?l=zairamabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6511102948545924076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/strawberry-shorcake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6511102948545924076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753943618026011510/posts/default/6511102948545924076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zairamabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/strawberry-shorcake.html' title='Strawberry Shorcake &amp; PinkBerry'/><author><name>Zaira Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834038908960553888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UEHSJGFHac/Tx5Du--b4JI/AAAAAAAAAig/-ckR5u8Z5bg/s220/l-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jjkyxaGGVU/S-WcQk-W58I/AAAAAAAAALI/It2AhZ5RdAk/s72-c/StrawberryShortcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
