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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marielylacalaca:12981</id>
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    <title>I swear I am not dead.</title>
    <published>2009-10-30T07:43:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-30T07:43:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have just been REALLY REALLY busy =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss reading all the fantabulous blogs on here. Updates: I am a grad student at SDSU for Children's Literature, I have&amp;nbsp; begun to create a small &amp;quot;lolita&amp;quot; wardrobe and I'm going to Las Vegas for Halloween.&amp;nbsp; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get crunk! Forget about all those essays I have to write! XD</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marielylacalaca:12755</id>
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    <title>For: Tabitha.</title>
    <published>2009-09-08T03:27:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T03:27:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAAAAAPPY EARLY&amp;nbsp; BIRTHDAY!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope your birthday week has been going splendidly. ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate you with pictures of stuff that remind me of you + birthdays. Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000cakd/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" border="0" width="320" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000cakd/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This is a pink cake I made once for Valentine's day. It's pink and it's cake so it reminds me of you XD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my Petite Blythe (Snow White) that Carrie got me for my Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;I took her to Disneyland. Disneyland and Blythes remind me of you =)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000d61w/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" border="0" width="320" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000d61w/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Matterhorn!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000ea3q/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" border="0" width="320" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000ea3q/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;EEk! Haunted Mansion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000fh6r/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000g3gy/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" border="0" width="320" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000g3gy/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a small world aaaafter all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000hyce/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" border="0" width="180" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/marielylacalaca/pic/0000hyce/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunset. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, of course tons of other stuff reminds me of you. These are just the things I have stored in my picture files!&amp;nbsp; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course I had to add just one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/09/26/bjork_wideweb__470x308,0.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colorful bjork pics also remind me of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked this special post =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>So, I'm addicted to tumblr now.</title>
    <published>2009-08-30T09:35:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">And have decided to move all my day of the dead musings over there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lacalaca.tumblr.com"&gt;http://www.lacalaca.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwuahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much mor fun to microbolg pics and tidbits every day =D</content>
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    <title>There is nothing to say</title>
    <published>2009-08-11T06:45:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-11T06:45:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm just not doing much on livejournal anymore. All I'm waiting for is the day of the dead. I want to add scans and activities on my series about the day of the dead. I can't believe it's already August!</content>
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    <title>Outting My Inner Goth.</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T00:58:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T00:58:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKl9CCRDrm0/SDGl-5bvrrI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ndjvHniA7zg/s320/timburton01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a person that loves to explore new things. Not everything. Like, I'm not into drugs, or getting wasted, or murdering people or doing scandalous and inappropriate things. But I pretty much like to do or try everything else. One thing I just haven't had the guts to dabble in is my taste for the goth stuff in life. I have lived very comfortably passing off as a &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot;. My costuming and anime habit is well concealed from most of the people I know. My Pullip doll collection is like a dirty little secret, hiding under my bed. That sounds so creepy. Anyway, I have been told that I am a total closet goth and that I just don't have the guts to go balls-to-the-wall goth. Which I don't. I don't even know what &amp;quot;being goth&amp;quot; means. I've had a lot of people tell me what goth isn't, and I&amp;nbsp;can imagine based on that what GOTH is... but to me it seems like it's just about aesthetic choices. Tastes in clothes, music, film and so on, tend to have dark tones. And by &amp;quot;dark tones&amp;quot; I mean something like this Tim Burton Doll impaled with pins. I'm just a little confused because I feel like I have an &amp;uuml;ber goth side to me, yet, I also posses a neon orange, unicorns, rainbows and pop side to me too. Grumble. &lt;br /&gt;The point of me writing this is that, in a couple of weeks, I will FINALLY be able to out my goth-y self. I have been invited to go to an event where I will be able to go all goth'd-out and explore the &amp;quot;who's who&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;what's what&amp;quot; of the goth elite. I've been carefully planning my attire and searching for gems on the internet. I don't think I will be incredibly appropriate, since I haven't been building a goth wardrobe for ages, but I think I'll be able to fit in. I hope. If not, my backup plan is to say: &amp;quot;I'm with them. I'm just a cosplayer&amp;quot;. MWUHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;And speaking of goth-y goods... DANG why are they so expensive?!?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marielylacalaca:11637</id>
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    <title>Unchained Lolita Desires</title>
    <published>2009-05-10T05:59:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-10T05:59:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Haha. Well, this is my post. About Lolitas. In Tijuana... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Literature and Butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Vladimir Nabokov.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not THAT kind of Lolita. This kind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff94/calabazam/9124621.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, just look at that candy perfumed, innocent, Nippon opulence. The pink on pink frill which my heart desires. Those tea and crumpet dreams in the broken city; where pinafores and pearls obstruct the notion of sensuality from the concept of femininity. That frothy hair in pin curls, wide-eyes framed with lush lashes, flushed cheeks and strawberry lipgloss gleaming. It's all a dream. It's an illusion. Too far away from me... in creamy, air-whipped angel wings. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the city of Tijuana, something strange has come. In the past 5 years, Japanophiles have come out of their shell and invaded the city. Anime conventions and Gothic Lolita tea parties are part of this &amp;quot;underground&amp;quot; scene. As a veteran cosplayer and reformed Otaku from the late 90's, I have seen the fandom grow and change. I&amp;nbsp;am outside of the average age of the nouveau geek chic, and still I am oddly attracted to nurturing the trend. Mostly because, it wasn't a trend when I was in high school. What wouldn't I have given for all the easy access the local &amp;quot;freakies&amp;quot; (as they call themselves now) have to anime, manga and more. The closest thing to anime I had was in San Diego, in a little store inside a Japanese supermarket on Balboa, or in an obscure comic book store in Chula Vista on third. Salvation came when Suncoast Video opened and offered anime goodies, along with japanese music and VHS series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still one group that intrigues me from the freaky scene. One that I have crossed paths with since the millenium came arround. One that captured me on Tokyo streets in 2004 when I came out of the metro, in awe of Shibuya. The Lolitas. They were outside the Purikura Photo Booth shops, in line, fixing their make up. Giggling behind their well manicured hands, texting on their crystalized cell phones. Living dolls... Me, a tourist in jeans, chucks, and a hoodie. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're here now, in Tijuana. Sort of. Some anime girls have transformed into Elegant Gothic Lolitas. Keeping up with the trend as best as they possibly can. One, in my mind, only truly lives up to the term Lolita. And she knows who she is. Yet, the rest are elitist. Very enigmatic and overprotective of Lolita. And as I research more about them, they are very much like Lolitas around the world. They politely share pictures and stories in discussion forums, yet they are brutal at times with eachother about their &amp;quot;lifestyle&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp; Here is a great example of how the distruction of the soul occurs through Lolita:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mewing.nu/confessions/firstarc2.html"&gt;www.mewing.nu/confessions/firstarc2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided one day to question their motives. To know why they chose to dress this way. Why Lolita? I&amp;nbsp;confessed that I wanted to dress in Lolita for a day, but didn't have the courage to do so. That one-piece sits somewhere in the back of my closet as we speak. I just don't look like a lolita; blythe and skinny, long legged and small chested. Just not me. This is what a Lolita should look like. Right? Like those silky Japanese girls. If not, then, what's the point? Lolita is innocence, correct? Then, why be Lolita, if you look curvy. Less innocent. I wanted to live out my frustration, of never being able to pull off a rainbows and glitter personality. I was a very round little girl. Not very feminine. I looked matronly, not cute in poofy dresses. I want to be girly now. Yet I just don't fit the look. And all hell broke loose in that forum. And I was disgusted at myself. I was broken by teenagers!&amp;nbsp; Girls that would claw at eachother for not buying the appropriate lace. When in all reality, NO&amp;nbsp;ONE was pulling off the Lolita look there. Hand made replicas made out of cheap fabric were rampant. Goth Mary Janes were used instead of dainty ones. Hair was not styled. Lighter makeup was used to hide tan complexions, but was given away at the neckline.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed, and their tastes have improved. One can&amp;nbsp; tell that the girls now purchase from traditional Japanese Lolita brands. But still, there is much room for improvement. I understand, not everyone has 300 dollars to spend on cutsews and croceheted head dresses, especially in Mexico. Especially the otakus, notorious for being from lower-to-middle class backgrounds.&amp;nbsp; But who are they to judge others and act as guardians of the Lolita style? It's not fair. There's something wrong with EGL if it means having to pass the rite of being brutally criticized for aesthetic improvement. Something similar happens in cosplay. But it only happens to those that are vocal about another costumer's lack of talent when they don't have any themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolita is beautiful. The variety and styles are endless. I just don't have the time and dedication to compile a Lolita wardrobe. I also don't have the guts to go out in public looking like a gigantic doll. A video game character? Yes, I'll do it. But that's only from the car to the convention and back again. I have learned from my mistakes. Going out to eat at IHOP dressed up as a super hero confuses the human race. Never again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I will keep my marshmallow wishes and my unchained Lolita desires to myself. I dress up my perfect looking Japanese Pullip dolls instead. They are the closest to Lolita as I will get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i478.photobucket.com/albums/rr146/carolina-kachi/Lolita%20-%20Desenhos/APg-w-mermaid-dm.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>marielylacalaca @ 2009-05-06T21:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-07T04:24:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-07T04:24:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a cough. Just a little head cold, no porky flu. At least I&amp;nbsp;think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am angry because my ex has been acting mean toward me. I'm even angrier because he says it's my fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am confused because I don't know if I should cut all contact with him.&amp;nbsp; A part of me wants to move on, but a part of me just can't let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am watching an Ana Karenina movie. I&amp;nbsp;want a dress like hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>For you.</title>
    <published>2009-04-16T22:21:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-16T22:21:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hark! I am alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have been so caught up with Facebook that I forgot all about you, Livejournal! EEp. Facebook. It has eaten my soul. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have many things to write about and show you, my little livejournal, like those pictures I took of my Pullips with their new outfits and their new little Blythe friends (thank yoooouuu Carrie)!!!! I&amp;nbsp; also want to post pictures of new cosplay progress. I want to talk about the Coachella music festival I'm going to this weekend, the Drag Queen show and dinner I went to for my birthday, and the concert I went to where the lead singer took the sticker I gave her and put it on her guitar. I also want to weep over the rumor I heard about the Corvette Diner moving out of Hillcrest. And also over the pictures of cherry blossom trees I took in Washington DC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also the news that I'm getting into Grad School this September, and that I will finally be able to read all the things I didn't when I was kid. I&amp;nbsp;will be studying Children's Literature. And it will be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to know about this book thing Carrie has going on with Madi. I would looooove to know what you are reading! There are many things I haven't read... like Little WOMEN!&amp;nbsp;GASP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back soon. For now, I must pack my bags for the desert. Indio, California, here I&amp;nbsp;come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I&amp;nbsp;just peed a little as I LOL'd over this ad banner to the right of my screen, where a flirty looking brunette fairy/wench invites me to &amp;quot;Start [my] journey NOW, my Lord!&amp;quot;. Oh, fantasy games. You tease!</content>
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    <title>San Felipe Mystery!</title>
    <published>2009-03-31T00:27:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-31T00:27:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, this past weekend, I disappeared to the little beach town of San Felipe. Apparently, everyone was all intrigued about who I went with and why. LOL.&amp;nbsp; I guess I just blanked out and didn't tell anyone except for my parents. Everyone thought I ran away with some dude or something. Heehee. Which would have been hot, but unfortunately didn't happen. HAHA. I went with a friend, her boyfriend and another couple. We were going to be like, 7 people on the trip but everyone backed out last minute. I was left all alone to be the fifth wheel, but it wasn't awkward at all. We all got along well and the couples were cool and didn't act all syrupy around me.&lt;br /&gt; There's not much to do in San Felipe, so all we did was bum around the beach, eat and drink margaritas. The most active things we did were going out saturday night to a club and driving ATV's in the sand dunes for an hour. It was a really cool little get away that I want to do with other friends now. The road there wasn't bad and it's just 4 hours away. Cheap, too! It would be awesome to go with a bunch of girls to party... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends haven't met Paola, the girl I went with. I know her from the meditation group I go to; a new-age type of group where we get together to just sit down, talk, meditate with a purpose and chill.&amp;nbsp; She is my age and we have tons of things in common but we never hung out for some reason or another. Well, to my surprise, I found out just six months ago that for the entire time I would see her at the meditations, she was fighting the beginning stages of Multiple Sclerosis. She was very reclusive and never told anyone a word. Now I understand why she never let me get close before and why we couldn't hang out. Now, she feels like she is a little bit more in control of her body and she is able to go do things on her own without worrying to much about the symptoms of MS. The last day of the trip, she did have toruble walking and she broke down and cried. I go a little nervous about seeing her like this, but, since my mom talks to me all the time about the alternative therapy she gives, I was able to soothe her and talk with her about how she was feeling. We had an emotional moment and bonded. We had such a wonderful time together in San Felipe, that I think we will only get closer as time passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all there is to say about San Felipe. Good Times!</content>
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    <title>90's party</title>
    <published>2009-03-13T23:00:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-13T23:00:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know how people make 50's, 70's and 80's parties?... well, my best friend has taken it one step ahead. She's having a 90's party tomorrow with a killer 90's music playlist for her 25th birthday. From Nirvana to Haddaway to the Backstreet Boys. We're allowed to &amp;quot;dress up&amp;quot; all 90's style and I am pretty sure my friend and I are the only ones that are going to dress up. She's doing a grunge look and I'm going for straight up Kelly Kapowski from Saved by the Bell circa 1993. I'm not sure if the black jacket with shoulderpads and gold swirl designs is time-appropriate (my mom said she bought it in the earyly 90's) but it looks a lot like something Kelly wears in an episode. I wil definately post a picture of this! All I'm missing is a really tacky belt with a big gold buckle. But I'm too lazy to go mall-hunting for this! Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Carrie for sending me the DC traveler guide and the Doll Mag!</content>
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    <title>OMG OMG OMG</title>
    <published>2009-03-10T04:19:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-10T04:19:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TAYLOR&amp;nbsp;LAUTNEEEEEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOOOOOB BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's so hot! LOL</content>
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    <title>Watching the Watchmen.</title>
    <published>2009-03-08T07:39:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-08T07:39:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This movie is the best comic-book movie I've ever seen!&amp;nbsp; And I've seen all of them!!! AAAAND I am officially announcing that my favorite bad-ass on-screen comic-book character, &amp;quot;THE&amp;nbsp;JOKER&amp;quot; as played by Heath Ledger, has now been replaced by RORSCHACH as played by Jackie Earl Haley. Holy shit PRISON&amp;nbsp;SCENES = EPIC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;can't wait to see hundreds of people dressed up as Rorschach and Silk Specter at Comic Con. Wait, let me rephrase that: I&amp;nbsp;can't wait to see one GOOD interpretation of Rorschach at Comic Con. Every chic will be dressed up as Silk Specter. Lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this movie is WORTH the 11 bucks. GO&amp;nbsp;SEE&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;NOW!!!!!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Hot Damn! Eye Candy.</title>
    <published>2009-03-02T06:37:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T06:37:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">. Since I am a little bored, I decided to share all my celebrity crushes with you. The names on this list have changed throughout the years, but I think this is nice and updated. Please excuse the picture-spamminess of this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://handson.provocateuse.com/images/photos/johnny_depp_01.jpg" style="width: 245px; height: 308px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://handson.provocateuse.com/images/photos/edward_norton_01.jpg" style="width: 250px; height: 308px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;br /&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; Epic. Period.&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;&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; Pensive Mr. Norton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gothmagazine.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/orlando-bloom.jpg" style="width: 240px; height: 305px;" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://www.vividinfinity.com/xlj/imp13/other/elijah_wood_photo1.jpg" style="width: 219px; height: 333px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;He's hotter as an Elf.&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Elijah's jaw line&amp;nbsp; = RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://quillings.com/wp-content/uploads/HughJackman.jpg" style="width: 277px; height: 356px;" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://x68.xanga.com/2c5e202020130182008421/z119883297.jpg" style="width: 237px; height: 357px;" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The perfect Wolverine.&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;&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; Steven Strait. Disney alum. Jail Bait no more.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a batch of new actors emerging, so this can change. but yeah. These guys make me all wide eyed and giggly XD&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Clean Up Time!</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T20:46:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T20:46:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woah. It seems like everyone's in the mood to clean. I'm always in the mood to clean!&amp;nbsp; LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have time off from school and work, I've dedicated my time&amp;nbsp; to do all the things I wanted to do for the longest time. Like, for example, FINISH&amp;nbsp;organizing pictures in picture albums that I've had in a box in a drawer since I moved here. They're done! They're cute! I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;I also went around and did another entire room cleaning. This means opening up drawers and getting rid of things I don't need. I bagged up clothes, shoes, makeup, perfume and like 3 books and I'm giving these to the lovely lady who takes care of my Uncle in Tijuana. She always takes all of my stuff and uses it. If something doesn't fit, or she doesn't need it, she gives it to people in her church. She is always so grateful that I can't wait to see her face when I give her things. And she's always wearing the clothes I donate to her. The cool thing is that she's really short (like 4'9&amp;quot;) so she takes the time to cut everything down and tailors it herself. Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took all the &amp;quot;craft&amp;quot; stuff&amp;nbsp; and school supply I don't use to give to my 6 year old niece. She is so cute. I swear I found things I've been saving since like... the 5th grade. I think she'll get more use out of Pochacho stationary than me. She actually has a classroom full of girlfriends to send notes too. So yeah, sparkle pens, old stickers. Meh. More room for things I actually use. Like paper, and regular pens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found time to modify and old cosplay cotume that I will be wearing to an anime event on Saturday in TeeJay. This is awesome beacause:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cosplay recycling saves time and money. &lt;br /&gt;2. I get to fix the things I wanted to fix since the first time I wore the costume&lt;br /&gt;3. I've never worn it to an event in Mexico&lt;br /&gt;4. People (fans?) actually petitioned that I&amp;nbsp;wear this on my little cosplay group's myspace page. I'm still getting used to that word... &amp;quot;fans&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the character: Malon from &amp;quot;Zelda, Ocarina of Time&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adellacosplay.com/images/uploads/malon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adellacosplay.com/images/uploads/malon.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an elf-eared ranch girl with red hair and blue eyes... and COMFY&amp;nbsp;clothes! HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;I wore this back in 2005, and now my hair is actually as long as the character's so it will be more accurate. I modified the blouse and I'm using bigger elf ears.  The fun part is the contacts. When I put them on, I look a lot more like my gray/blue-eyed sister&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my original version:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cosplay.com/photo/957077/"&gt;www.cosplay.com/photo/957077/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my pullip wig in the Mail! Light ash blond pigtails with sausage curls. *___* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics coming soon =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Valentine's</title>
    <published>2009-02-15T10:38:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-15T10:38:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Went to have a little taste at Extraordinary Desserts with my mom this afternoon. Enjoyed a delicious strawberry tart called &amp;quot;Blushing Geisha&amp;quot;. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my friends tonight at the FleetWood in Downtown. Cute boys. One gave me a sticker that said &amp;quot;Be Mine&amp;quot;. Alas, he was drunk and had to leave D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that made my day ^___^&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my liquid heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Hearts/Heart.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Lil' things, La, La!</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T04:34:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T04:34:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, today I went to have lunch with my girlfriends, and all us single ladies decided to go out on Saturday and Party! WOOT! No boys allowed. We're gonna go find us some Valentine's (haw haw). I had a lot of fun. I had not seen them since before my trip. It feels good to be out after those two weeks of mega-watt nervousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I went to Pier One and baught one of these super cool Glass Water Bottle Cerafs. I convinced myself I needed one to have on my desk in hopes that it would inspire me to drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pier1.com/TopMenu/Products/tabid/260/Default.aspx?task=viewproduct&amp;amp;id=1606&amp;amp;urlname=glass-water-bottle-carafes-with-lids"&gt;www.pier1.com/TopMenu/Products/tabid/260/Default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day, I went to Michael's to buy craft stuff and decided that I was sick and tired of buying stickers. That I had way more than enough and that I needed a change. So I converted to stamps! I didn't go crazy because I already had a few, but I baught a butterfly, cake, dragon and bunny stamp. It is sooo much easier do decorate cards with stamps than it is with stickers. I don't know what I was thinking. Does anyone have any tips on cleaning the stamps after I use them? *looks at Tabitha*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also waiting to get a pullip wig in the mail. WHEN&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;GOING&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;GET&amp;nbsp;HERE?!?!&amp;nbsp;DANG&amp;nbsp;IT! Do you hear me Chinese Mail service? Heeheee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Conference. Warning: Long Post, Ahoy!</title>
    <published>2009-02-08T23:27:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-08T23:27:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wanted to keep this to myself so I would not jinx the entire thing before it started, but now that it's over, and I'm super exhausted, I can talk about it 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I went to SDSU's annual writer's conference, where literary agents and editors from all around the USA come to talk about writing. They also grace us mere mortals with their presence and allow newbie writers to have 10 minute meetings with them so they can tell us if our writing is any good (or not). They also give little panels about publishing, the business, writing techniques, etc. After working on a book project for 1-3 year-olds for about a year, I decided to take the plunge, go and make some appointments. Here's what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about a week before the conference I did a lot of preparation. I ordered presentation cards, made a portfolio and worked on finishing another painting for this picture book I'm working on. I was so anxious about the meetings that I just stayed in my room and wrote, re-wrote, drew and painted&amp;nbsp; every day. I also had that stupid back spasm that made my nerves even more obvious.&amp;nbsp; I was like a zombie just thinking about how the meetings with two agents and one editor would go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came around. I made my way to the hotel where the conference was held and checked in. I took the liberty of reserving a room so I wouldn't have to hassle with traffic or parking and waking up before 7 to make it to the conference. At the conference sign-in table, they gave me my appointments and my badge. There was a meet and greet that night, but I noticed most of the people there were the agents and I felt too awkward to just go up to them and introduce myself, so I went to my room and prepared my brain to get ready for my early morning consultation with an agent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. As I stood with the group of people who had appointments that day, my instincts were telling me to not get too excited because this meeting was most likely going to go wrong. With my sleek art portfolio in hand I stood there looking fabulous in and indigo blue blouse and dangling earrings; trouser pants and short black heels. I looked good, but felt totally TERRIFIED. I could feel my heartbeat in my molars. Click, click, clicking sounds came out of my mouth. Embarrassing. A bell rang and, like cows, we were all herded inside to find the table where our agent was waiting. I saw my agent and I was a little surprised. She was really young. And tiny. She was like a little fairy with long black hair but with a very serious vibe. We were wearing the same color so after a second of giggly chit chat, she looked at me and said: &amp;quot;So, what do you have to show me?&amp;quot;... STARE...I fumbled to open my portfolio and it fell on the floor. WAH&amp;nbsp;WAH. I felt like a dumbass. I picked it up, made a joke and proceeded to explain to her my story about a bee. How it's a very simple narrative without a big story arc because it's meant for 1-3 year olds. Before I could even explain to her why I did this, why it's like it is, she said It was too short, too cute and not what she's looking for. DAMN. That was quick. Since I saw her eyes glaze over, and I knew she was into humor-horror because I looked her up on line, I provided her with a short story I have about the day of the dead. She smiled as she scanned it and said that If I shortened it it could work as a picture book. But that she doesn't know or care about illustrations, so I just put those away. I&amp;nbsp;made a few questions and it was over. Brutal, but I felt good. She gave me good websites and was kind of excited about the day of the dead story. I love that story to death, but I was here to push the bee book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the panels I went. I made some friends and exchanged presentation cards with them, yet I was disappointed to find out that most of these people asked me for advice and help when I needed the same. Oh well. Contacts and networking is always important. I also promoted the great Children's Lit. program at SDSU, so I did my duty as an Aztec. My next appointment was as 2:30, so all I&amp;nbsp;did was go to panels, eat and wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next agent I was going to meet gave me a better feeling. Her bio on a booklet that was given to conference goers was gentle. She seemed like she was open to anything in kid's lit. I felt a little better as I went in to the room where the meet up was and I saw her and immediately relaxed. She was smiling and it went well from there. She asked me about the project, who I was, about the day care I worked at and applauded me for doing some research for my writing. She liked the bee, the story and the illustrations but she told me that I&amp;nbsp;was working on too many concepts and that it would be hard to sell or place in a bookstore. This info was so helpful! I wanted to push the book as a &amp;quot;board book&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;for the &amp;quot;read to me&amp;quot; age, but with the illustrations of a picture book. Apparently, there is no way publishers are taking risks in this economy so she told me to elongate the story and give it a little more of a plot line and work shop it with other readers. She gave me contact info which was a MAJOR&amp;nbsp;SCORE. She told me to send her a query when I made the changes and to remind her who I was in the letter. VERY&amp;nbsp;NICE. I was so happy. It wasn't a deal with her agency, but it was some sort of approval. YAY! This means that if I&amp;nbsp;work on the bee book to make it sing, it actually has a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon, I just talked with people and went to more panels. I learned more about the marketing aspect of kids books and TOTALLY&amp;nbsp;understood what the agent was saying. I also bought some books on illustrating and self publishing... just in case! HEHE. I met up with a friend for dinner because I didn't want to spend the rest of the night locked in my room watching &amp;quot;Freinds&amp;quot; re-runs or whatever. I was a little overwhelmed and this helped calm my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday, was my final meeting. The &amp;quot;important&amp;quot; one. I met with an editor of a publishing house who was specifically looking in the picture book department and I sent her a manuscript a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; She was super young too. I don't believe she was a day over 35. She was sweet and liked the story and told me that my painting made her fall in love with the bee. She was just a little worried about the marketability just like the agent I met the day before. We talked and she convinced me to decide whether to get rid of the illustrations and give the book a gimmick (like, emphasizing one subject it touches on, like colors) or to make the story longer and keep the painterly artwork. She told me to look her up when I made my decision. WOW! Super cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference had a few more panels left, but I was done. Nothing that interested me much. I came back home, had some orange chicken from Panda Express and began processing everything I was told. Now, I have to work twice as hard at getting the story right. I'm going to work on a &amp;quot;board book&amp;quot; version and the fancy &amp;quot;picture book&amp;quot; version to see what I'm comfortable putting out there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my weekend. I'm going to sew to get my mind off of everything for the moment. I feel like I just ran a marathon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:</content>
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    <title>Starting the year off wrong.</title>
    <published>2009-01-28T06:10:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-28T06:10:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Only in blogging! I've been back from Spain for a while yet I have no impulse to blog! WEIRD. I have so many fun pictures to share. BOOO&amp;nbsp;ME.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that my life is going super awesome. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on that later!</content>
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    <title>The Mother Land</title>
    <published>2009-01-05T04:28:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-05T04:28:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tomorrow I leave for a two week journey through Spain! ACK! I'm excited and nervous. I'm going with my best friend to meet up another friend that's studying over there. This is the first time that I organize an entire trip all by my self. I&amp;nbsp;think I did a good job. The only thing that sucks is that I'm not going to be home when Carrie visits! BOO. I love it when my stepsister comes over. BTW Carrie, Tabitha's rement-garden-thingie is on my desk. Feel free to come in and take it. Or watch TV or whatever XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to the Mother Land. Where my Mom's side of the family comes from. I'm a little worried. After all that research I have done on ancient Mexican cultures for the Day of the Dead and school and whatever, I kind of hate what Spanyards did. And I've never really liked Spanish the accent. As a matter of fact, it drives me nuts. Someone told me that taking this trip was meant to make me &amp;quot;reconcile with my lineage&amp;quot;. Interesting. When I always go on trips I try to have little religous experiences here and there. Like when I went to Ireland and I was standing at the edge of the Cliff s of Moher, I almost lost it. It was so beautiful. One of the coolest things in nature I've ever seen. It made me feel full of hope. In Mexico, I visited the Mayan pyramids and felt proud of the beauty of this culture, in Italy I had to hold back tears at the Sistine Chapel, astonished at the bautiful art man can produce.... so, I'm kind of curious to find out what's going to happen in Spain. Will I get all weepy at a manganimous gilded church? Or something like that? Mabe I'm just prejudiced because of all of the ancient spanish/catholic history I've read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write about it when I get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 13 hours on an airplane. Gag.</content>
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    <title>^___^</title>
    <published>2009-01-01T01:37:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-01T01:37:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp; wish everyone a Happy New Year! I won't be doing anything fabulous, so I hope you all do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Hooray For Christmas!</title>
    <published>2008-12-26T22:56:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-26T22:56:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, it was Jesus' birthday and all and... that's awesome because Jesus was da man.&amp;nbsp; I do take time on Christmas to thank God for all the awesome blessings in my life and for giving us humans another human that was awesome like Jesus... yet, I've been completely over the entire Catholic-guilt trip for years now, so I didn't go to mass.&amp;nbsp; LOL. WtF with this post? Well, I'm trying to get to the point that I&amp;nbsp;LOVED&amp;nbsp;ALL&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;CHRISTMAS&amp;nbsp;PRESENTS without sounding like I think Christmas isn't about Christ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got perfumes, a purse, some makeup, some warm thingies and an awesome fairy calendar that I totally needed from Carrie! Thanks C!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... not Christmas is over and I can;t wait for this year to be over. 2009 is my year! The year of the OX in the chinese calendar. WOOT</content>
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    <title>OMG</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T07:20:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T07:20:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I actually improved my VERBAL&amp;nbsp;score on the GRE by 50 points!!!&amp;nbsp;HHAAAALLELUUUUJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;But... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came with a price....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&amp;nbsp;MATH&amp;nbsp;SCORE&amp;nbsp;WORSENED!&amp;nbsp;OH&amp;nbsp;NO!&amp;nbsp;*Giggle* But I don't care!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. It's over. I'm so happy! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. I had a nice little Christmas present waiting for me when I got home after the test on thursday.... another outfit for Reyna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2370/2486281134_5408838541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy the doll.. just the outfit. It's way awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIIINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>marielylacalaca @ 2008-12-17T17:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-18T01:45:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-18T01:45:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh noes. Tomorrow I take the devil exam again. GRE. 4:30 pm. Light a candle for me, will ya?</content>
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    <title>Arisu and Reyna have their pictures taken.</title>
    <published>2008-12-10T06:22:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-10T06:22:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Because it's Christmas time. Cue the Peanuts' &amp;quot;Chritmas time is here&amp;quot;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk284/mariel_smbs/navidad09067.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk284/mariel_smbs/navidad09090.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend portrait by the tree. Ahhh my little Christmas tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk284/mariel_smbs/navidad09067.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arisu by the Alice in wonderland Ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk284/mariel_smbs/navidad09073.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reyna, not amused by Hello Kitty. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk284/mariel_smbs/navidad09077.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy, artsy picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hooray for me for figuring out how to upload pictures that look nice. Thank you photobucket. Heeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Pullip WIG</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T02:19:19Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I ordered a fancy black curly wig for my Pullip, Arisu. I was just kind of tired of her short bob. Pictures coming soon!</content>
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