<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154</id><updated>2012-01-07T11:21:54.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ydalia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-464176428853069143</id><published>2012-01-07T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:46:21.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>You say so many lies I don't know who you are anymore or rather I don't think I ever did.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could just be honest, is it really that hard to admit the truth?&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Ydalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-464176428853069143?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/464176428853069143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=464176428853069143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/464176428853069143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/464176428853069143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-7466003714475734559</id><published>2010-04-04T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:35:09.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Life</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to, or better, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I participated in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the Easter Vigil, a process, event, moment, I had been looking forward to for a very long time. I could even say that I had been looking forward to it since my Freshmen Year at Seattle University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Why would I look forward to this Easter Vigil in particular?&lt;/em&gt; Well, I know there is an Easter Vigil every single year, but since my Freshmen Year I felt called to fully participate in this one in particular. I longed for this Vigil. During that time, God prepared me for this Easter Vigil because God knew that Victoria Hanohano-Hong would come in to my life, and ask me to be her "sponsor" (God Mother/Madrina). Ever since my Freshmen year, I wanted to be a sponsor for someone special, but at that time I did not know who would "elect" me to be their sponsor. But deep down inside, I knew I would be chosen and I desired this very much. &lt;em&gt;Why would I desire this?&lt;/em&gt; Well, as I saw sponsors who demonstrated their faith so well, and sponsors who supported the "Elect" I wanted to support someone who had chosen to join the church. I wanted to help someone who loved the church so much that they wanted to marry the church. This desire was so grand, but I could not share this with anyone because I felt guilty for desiring this. My mother has many God Children, and each one of them is very special to her. Yet, she never asked to be someone's God Mother, instead she was chosen. And I knew that I had to be chosen, and could not simply ask someone to let me be their "Sponsor." &lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was an RA in Chardin Hall. Victoria was one of my residents and we talked about living in Chardin, about school, and about our faith. Victoria told me how she sought to understand her faith more. She had her own faith journey, and was called to God by God in a unique way. One day after we went to the Novena of Grace, she told me she was interested in becoming a Catholic and asked me if I would consider being her Sponsor. I was overwhelmed with joy because I knew how important this was for Victoria. Instead of thinking about how I could help my "God child", I began to think of the beautiful journey towards God through Christ that Victoria had chosen to embark on. I felt blessed to be able to be her sail boat on this journey. I knew that I could keep her afloat, but I recognized that Jesus was the wind that guided her and kept her safe from danger.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I felt called to be a sponsor because I believed that I could help my "God Child" in reality I was being helped by Victoria. This process helped me see the wonderfulness of God. Throughout the months it has felt that God has been helping Victoria grow into whom she wanted to be. I have not helped her in the ways I thought I would, but rather in a different way. It's like when a child is in a Mother's womb. The mother supports her child by eating healthy and maintaining a balance in her life. The mother puts her trust in God, and knows that her child will be healthy and safe when the time comes to give birth. Well to me, last night felt like giving birth, metaphorically of course. During the readings, it was like if I was listening to and reading stories to Victoria, while she was still in the womb. I was listening to understand what God wanted from me, and I was reading to Victoria to let her know that I loved her and that I could not wait for her to be born into a life with Christ. Then during baptism, it was as if my water broke. Victoria was ready to come into this union with the Church, with God, and with Christ. As we moved into the lighting of her candle, and she was robed in white. I felt I was giving "luz" in Spanish this literally means giving light, but it also means giving birth. Then, we moved to the laying of hands and just like when a child is born everyone wanted to hold Victoria. We invoked the Holy Spirit and asked her to descend onto Victoria. All together we sung to the Holy Spirit. As we did this Victoria was cleansed with the oil, I was able rub this into her. Then I helped her open her eyes by rubbing her eyes with handkercheif. Her eyes were open and once again people were filled with joy, and gave the sign of peace to one another. We shared hugs and were filled with Agape Love. As we made it back to our seats, we prepared for the Holy Eucharist. Victoria's First Communion, was like her first time being breast fed. She was being nurtured and filled by her loving God through Christ who poured out his love. Christ had given his body up for us and now Victoria was able to consume and be part of the Body of Christ. With these nutrients she will now be able to grow strong. And when we were sent out, I felt like I was being sent out from the hospital with a very mature, understanding, seeking, and loving child. &lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed to have been chosen by Victoria to be her sail boat and to have her as my God Child. She is so wonderful and look forward to seeing her grow into an even more wise adult throughout the years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-7466003714475734559?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/7466003714475734559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=7466003714475734559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/7466003714475734559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/7466003714475734559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2010/04/gift-of-life.html' title='The Gift of Life'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-732141127442965986</id><published>2010-02-19T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:07:47.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Today during the Ignatian Leadership Honor Society breakfast with Fr. Sundborg and Dr. Jake Diaz, Stephanie shared a very beautiful quote that I think said "When love holds a scale it breaks." If I misquoted this I apologize. At first, from my perspective I was felt confused and thought I didn't understand it. I thought that perhaps what was being said was that love is to heavy or to grand for a scale to hold. As in, no matter what, a scale could not measure love. Then Fr. Sundborg asked Stephanie what she thought, and she described the scale as one that measures things. Then I thought that perhaps this quote could also be a reflection of how people feel in relationships. When you truly love someone you don't have to compare her/him to other people, you love that person for who she/he is. So, then I realized that perhaps that is why quotes are so powerful. Each quote can be interpreted uniquely. One person can come up with hundreds of interpretations for one quote and together many people can come up with thousands of ways of looking at one quote. Therefore, now when I look at a quote I will just have to remember to grasp as many nspiring insights as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-732141127442965986?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/732141127442965986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=732141127442965986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/732141127442965986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/732141127442965986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-3842676897612271376</id><published>2009-05-06T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:39:22.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>1. I am addicted to Red Vines. I can finish a whole tub in a week. I can share but I usually have to bring along an extra pack for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love giving massages. I go around patting people on the back and then it randomly turns into a massage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I use to think I hated kids so much, but when I was a junior in high school my mom made me apply to be a tutor (I tried to refuse). Then after working with the kids for a couple days I realized I actually loved them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I first began college I was a Biochemistry Major then I changed my major to Theology and Religious Studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I usually go for really intelligent people who aren’t arrogant. I really appreciate it when a person can explain things to me without making me feel like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One of my biggest pet peeves is when gasoline drips from the nozzle; even a little drop annoys me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I haven’t had enough sleep I usually get really hyper and get a laugh attack, which means I can’t stop laughing for no apparent reason. Once it happened when I was in Spanish Class and my teacher called on me to read a paragraph, I tried to contain myself but I couldn’t and burst out laughing. It was horrible, but I apologized to her afterwards and she was really nice about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For my 13th Birthday, I was in Mexico and the only gift I received was a box of Ferrero Rocher Chocolates from Lalo and Tio Roberto but I was the happiest girl alive. I ate one piece of chocolate each day because they were so delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I like going out dancing with friends but I’d rather go watch a musical, play, or play board games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Staying home and watching movies from the comfort of my home is so much more fun than going out to a movie theater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Barney is my favorite television show. I learned so much from that big purple dinosaur. :D I also really like watching Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, Growing Pains, and Matlock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I was in the Marching Band freshmen – senior year of high school. I really miss those days. I got an adrenaline rush at each performance. I can’t choose a favorite year because they were all so amazing but I really enjoyed going to Reno for during my senior year; I loved my roommates they were really fun girls but they probably got annoyed of me laughing/snorting the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Green Beans are delicious especially the ones they have at C-street. Oh, and I really like chocolate chip and banana pancakes... I can’t forget to mention PJ’s Omelets they are the best. Mmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My favorite foods are Posole, Chile Relleno de Haiba, Tortas de Milanesas, orange chicken, phad thai, pho with tofu, and fried ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When I was little they called me Gorda, which made me really sad but now I understand it was just "un nomber de carino"… Other nicknames I have are YODA, Yaya, Jodel, pecosa, DAL-E (DELL-EEE), DOLL-YA, someone tried to call me E-D but I wasn’t really into it and in grade school all the boys called me YADO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I loved playing soccer growing up but then I stopped playing after my freshmen year in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I disliked wearing glasses growing up, but now I can’t live without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I bought my first car for $500; it was a red Nissan Sentra. One day it was really foggy and I crashed into a corn field on my way to school. My car got stuck and I had to have my parents pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I am an advocate for all human beings born and unborn. I feel very passionate about standing up for the most vulnerable in our society: homeless people, Gay, Lesbian, Transgendered, Bisexuals, unborn babies, uneducated people, immigrants, refugees, the poor, and abused men, women, and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. As a teenager I worked in agricultural fields: corn, onion, sugar beets, as well as, apple, nectarine, and peach orchards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. As a sophomore in college I had the best roommate ever. We made youtube videos and stayed up until 2 am talking. It was amazing. I miss living with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. In the Summer of 2008, I lived in Glendale, AZ. It was really fun. I lived with Kelly she is amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Doing Direct Service is something I am very passionate about. I love working with people and helping in any way possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My family is very important to me. On my top five (T-Mobile) I’ve had Mom, Armando, NENA, DAD, Juan, Grandma, because they all mean so much to me. I usually can’t go a day without calling one of them. I usually switch them in and out but the three I always keep are my mom, Armando (dad), and my Dad (Raul). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I was once told that whenever I get a chance to make a wish I should wish for happiness because when you wish for a specific thing you never really know if that thing will make you happy. But if you wish for happiness no matter what you get you’ll be happy and that’s what life is about. I hope to make the world a better place through my happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-3842676897612271376?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/3842676897612271376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=3842676897612271376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/3842676897612271376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/3842676897612271376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-2040524170083267923</id><published>2009-03-17T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:13:26.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really like this song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU'RE NOT THE ONE...&lt;br /&gt;BY DANIEL BEDINGFIELD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If youre not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? &lt;br /&gt;If youre not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way? &lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;But I know you are here with me now&lt;br /&gt;Well make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to run away but I cant take it, I dont understand&lt;br /&gt;If Im not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? &lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I dont need you then why am I crying on my bed? &lt;br /&gt;If I dont need you then why does your name resound in my head? &lt;br /&gt;If youre not for me then why does this distance maim my life? &lt;br /&gt;If youre not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why youre so far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;br /&gt;Well make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;And I pray in youre the one I build my home with&lt;br /&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to run away but I cant take it, I dont understand&lt;br /&gt;If Im not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;cause I love you, whether its wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I cant be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to run away but I cant take it, I dont understand&lt;br /&gt;If Im not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-2040524170083267923?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/2040524170083267923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=2040524170083267923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/2040524170083267923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/2040524170083267923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-like-this-song.html' title='I really like this song!'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-7768102289509417932</id><published>2008-10-09T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:42:04.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Okay so its been a while since I've written.&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy with stuff that I haven't had any time to myself and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I've updated my fb but only with pics and stuff that I could easily upload. &lt;br /&gt;So I will begin to write about my expreinces tonight when I return from class.&lt;br /&gt;However I just wanted to state that I really want to catch up from where I left off from. &lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;br /&gt;Ydalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-7768102289509417932?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/7768102289509417932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=7768102289509417932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/7768102289509417932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/7768102289509417932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2008/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-7197860449253764986</id><published>2008-08-04T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:24:36.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you all know that this summer has been great.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts about this internship was riding the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I met someone new. Okay maybe not everyday, but somedays I met more than one person so that'll cover me :D hehe&lt;br /&gt;My site is Interfaith Worker Justice of Arizona located in Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;I live in Glendale so it is an hour and a half there and another 1 hr 1/2 coming back. So it has given me lots of time to read, reflect, and get to know people. &lt;br /&gt;Well not really get to know them but to see a glimpse of them I wouldn't have if I had not commuted by bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonics boy:&lt;br /&gt;The first person I met was a young man who works at Sonics. I don't know his name but he seemed very nice. He told me that he started working around 6 or 7 am I can't remember but I know it was early. I asked him if he was in High School since he looked young but he told me had already graduated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynaldo:&lt;br /&gt;I think that was his name. He worked at the Salvation Army. He told me that he had been in prison. When he was growing up he was Catholic, but only by name and occasionally he would go to mass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person I met on the bus was a man who looked over at me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-7197860449253764986?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/7197860449253764986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=7197860449253764986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/7197860449253764986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/7197860449253764986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-1518704985600104090</id><published>2008-07-30T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:42:06.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for this summer!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that is already mid-summer to be posting summer goals but I wrote my goals on a piece of paper earlier this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals:&lt;br /&gt;Read four books, but make sure to enjoy them too.&lt;br /&gt;Be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Walk more often.&lt;br /&gt;Drink a lot of water. &lt;br /&gt;Get Tan!!&lt;br /&gt;Reflect upon life and God.&lt;br /&gt;Pray more often.&lt;br /&gt;Come to better understanding of yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Write 4 poems.&lt;br /&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;Eat more vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing pretty well. I've been reading on the bus. So far I've read: &lt;strong&gt;You want Fries with tha&lt;/strong&gt;t, &lt;strong&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/strong&gt;, and I am currently reading &lt;strong&gt;American Girls: &lt;em&gt;About Town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So I have almost accomplished my first goal, which is kind of surprising because I thought that would be a more difficult one to accomplish. I began reading Confessions by Agustine but I didn't finish it so I thought oh man I can't finish 4 books this summer. But the trick was I read books that really interested me. (Not that Confessions didnt interested me, its just that I am also doing some seeking of my own so reading his confessions was difficult at the time, but anyways I will finish it this summer). So yes, the books I have read were all reccomended by Kelly and Genevieve. The first was a birthday gift from Kelly, who I am currently living with (She is pretty awesome!), the second book (Eat, Pray, Love) I read is a book Kelly read and wanted me to read too, the third (Tuesdays with Morrie) is a book that both Genevieve and Kelly have read and that happened to be sitting on a bookshelf at Palo Cristi and Kelly grabbed it for me to read, the last book on my list is Genevieves and I really like it so far. (Oh, and Confessions was a book Kelly was reading for her Philosophy/Communications class and she wanted me to go to class with her, that was really fun). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to make sure I am following through with the rest of my goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might add a few goals as my summer goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just might add, find yourself, Love more quickly, Hug more often, Cuddle with a friend, and find a massage buddy for this fall... LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not, but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-1518704985600104090?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/1518704985600104090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=1518704985600104090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/1518704985600104090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/1518704985600104090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2008/07/goals-for-this-summer.html' title='Goals for this summer!'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-2197015363944199345</id><published>2008-07-18T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:42:37.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love</title><content type='html'>I am currently reading the book &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat,Pray, Love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It is really helping me discover who I am, what I want to do with my life, and how to enjoy pleasures without feeling guilty. Yesterday as I sat down to write an email to my friend Adam I suddenly felt free to express my feelings. Which is something I have been struggling with lately, simply because I have been feeling disconnected from the divine and have found it difficult to reconnect. Well I feel I need to rephrase that statement, I have been feeling disconnected from my Catholic Faith but yet I still feel close to the divine maybe not as close as I was say when I was 16 but still very close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fall Adam will be a Junior at Seattle University just like me. He is a very nice person. And although he doesn't know this he really helped me grow during my first two years at Seattle University. When I first met him I was obsessed with giving everyone hugs and couldn't really understand why anyone wouldn't want a hug but then I met Adam and he told me he only saved his hugs for special occassions. I tried hard to respect his personal views about hugs. But honestly it sounded silly to me, however, after a while I realized that this was his personal preference and that there wasn't anything I could do about it. So I accepted him and his preference and tried to stop asking him for hugs (but continued to give everyone else hugs!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back to times where I needed a hug, while my brother was upset with me therefore making me depressed, having a misunderstanding with my roomate causing stress as well, when I fell for a boy who I had no business falling for, when my grandmother was very ill, these were times where I really needed a hug. And for some reason without an explanation I'm sure Adam had given me a hug during a couple of these times. And It was true what he said, when I give someone a hug I want it to mean something...or something to that affect. And in all honesty it did mean a lot to me. It meant that he was a good friend even though we didn't see eye to eye about hugs. (And yes I know how silly this sounds, but hey I'm a huggy person and hugs mean a lot to me!!) So anyways, I learned that its okay for someone to "reserve" their hugs (or other important gifts, as I see them) for special occassions and that it was also okay for me to hug everyone who liked my daily hugs. I learned to balance between those who were "saving" their hugs and those who wanted hugs. So now if someone doesn't want hugs its a lot easier for me to understand that it doesn't mean they don't feel comfortable around you or that they don't like you as a friend, it just means they prefer not to give you a hug at this particular point in time. So to me BALANCE is key. And that is what Eat, Pray, Love is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz, the author and main character in the book, goes on a journey to find balance in her life. And I too am on a journey to find balance in my life. While I wrote to Adam I told him about my ambitions and goals, although they are a little silly I really want to accomplish them. I told him that I wanted to travel the world and teach English to students. And the most important thing I told him was that "I have just decided that I will be much happier if I stop worrying so much about what is wrong(or what needs to change) in this world and focus more on what is good. By traveling and focusing on the good and maybe writing about it I can share my energy and love for this world with others and then maybe they can pass on that love to someone else and then the cycle will begin, simply by doing what I love! " &lt;br /&gt;But now as I read this I feel a little egotistical, I mean why shouldn't I try to change things in this world. Why should I simply be happy with the good and not do anything about the bad, oh man...&lt;br /&gt;Life is filled with mysterious dilemnas. I want to help shape the world but maybe I can travel first and then set out to change the world, maybe?? I really don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is I still have time. And I have great friends who will help me on my life joureny. Guide me, pray for me,inspire me. Yes, I have time and good friends who will help me find Balance in this life. Friends who are different than me and that want and need different things. I will not worry for now. I will continue to search for hapiness and balance and when I find it I'll let everyone know how I found it (Which I think is impossible to find, but maybe, keep your fingers crossed and pray that I find it!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now but maybe soon I'll write more about how I've been changing this summer ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-2197015363944199345?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/2197015363944199345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=2197015363944199345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/2197015363944199345'/><link 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Research&lt;br&gt;Health Care&lt;br&gt;Social Security&lt;br&gt;Line-Item Veto&lt;br&gt;Marriage&lt;br&gt;Gun Control&lt;br&gt;Environment&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disagree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wqad.com/Global/link.asp?L=259460"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;-- Take the Quiz! --&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-695662712518793856?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/695662712518793856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=695662712518793856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color: #00f;"&gt;Dennis Kucinich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Mike Gravel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;John Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Joe Biden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Hillary Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Chris Dodd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Bill Richardson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Rudy Giuliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Ron Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;John McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Mike Huckabee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Mitt Romney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Tom Tancredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Fred Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.gotoquiz.com/candidates/2008-quiz.html"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt; Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-3497394273395896825?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/3497394273395896825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=3497394273395896825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/3497394273395896825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217548680096326898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04XtzJPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-9jUklX9eaw/s200/Dork.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04gGIxDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UYj3_6njmXE/s1600-h/Nerd.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217548682345890866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04gGIxDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UYj3_6njmXE/s200/Nerd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh1IQIGuRI/AAAAAAAAADc/GbzQ0Mszd90/s1600-h/Am+I+sad.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04jDsg3I/AAAAAAAAADE/ojkSSme8cXs/s1600-h/RedvineS!!.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217548683140957042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04jDsg3I/AAAAAAAAADE/ojkSSme8cXs/s200/RedvineS!!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04wZ2n9I/AAAAAAAAADM/cII5snL9pfk/s1600-h/Danielle+adn+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217548686723555282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04wZ2n9I/AAAAAAAAADM/cII5snL9pfk/s200/Danielle+adn+me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04w2SD5I/AAAAAAAAADU/6dSnkFe6dyE/s1600-h/hmm.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04w2SD5I/AAAAAAAAADU/6dSnkFe6dyE/s1600-h/hmm.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04w2SD5I/AAAAAAAAADU/6dSnkFe6dyE/s1600-h/hmm.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04w2SD5I/AAAAAAAAADU/6dSnkFe6dyE/s1600-h/hmm.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04w2SD5I/AAAAAAAAADU/6dSnkFe6dyE/s1600-h/hmm.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217548686842793874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04w2SD5I/AAAAAAAAADU/6dSnkFe6dyE/s200/hmm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is my last day as a teenager. My teenage years were confusing, amazing, hilarious, depressing, had ups and downs. I began my teenage years in Mexico. As a thirteen year old I tried my first 3 leches cake, Ferrero Rocher Chocolates, fell in love at first sight hehe but later found out it really wasn't, had my eyebrows plucked for the first time. I had a blast. Then returning to the U.S. with my new short hair cut, I was began Junior High. What a great time. I played basketball soccer and softball! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My freshmen year was really confusing. My best friend Vicky moved to Parma. I was on the Varsity Soccer Team but I didn't actually get to play. I was part of the Marching Band!! I was the Treasurer of the Freshmen Class, yay for Jeeves Day when I sold to Miss Carlie Wendlesdorf for only $3. But we raised a lot more than we had expected for a family who we sponsered for Christmas. The first semester I was friends with Lucas and Karen, who were great!! Then Second Semester I was moved to 2nd Lunch and fortunate to have Colleen Lyman in my class who invited me to sit by her at lunch with the group of friends I stuck with throughout high school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yes, this is how my teenage years started. And they continued and brought much more great memories...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liking Mitchel :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going to Science Camp at ISU with other Girl Scouts!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Working in the fields (onion, espiga, durazno, manzana, nectarin, etc.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alejandra de los Mochis, he was a great friend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band trips (Reno, Disney)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becoming Obsessed with Redvines!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st place in DIII, yay baby!! Senior Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plays (The Hobbit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driver's Ed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer School (PE, ECon)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short Relationships...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Car (Red Nissan Sentra)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drivers License&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AP Classes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool Teachers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engbers, Lundgren, Jackson, Bowers, Ollie, Dickerson, STONE, TRIPP, man do I have to name them all... Peterson, Nuxoll, Sooo many... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goofing off in class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking to Troy, Terrence, Ashley, Jesus and Alan in Calculus everyday GOOD TIMES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawing on Alan's Back during Class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanting to make the Calculus project Troy Shuey and I made into a body part, hehe lol!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graduation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave the Spanish Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grad Night!! Yay for hypnotists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going to Seattle University&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freshmen Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Switching Majors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool RAs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese FLoor X-3 yay baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xavier Hall Council&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling for a guy I couldn't have :( He is awesome &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Applying to be an RA and being rejected &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tutoring an awesome 3rd Grader: Rachael&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joining Big Brothers Big Sisters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting the Vice President and National Communications Coordinator Position for the Residence Hall Association&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traveling to Wisconsin, Oklahoma, LA, Southern Oregon with the RHA EC!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planning Casino Night, KCBCMX, Krazy Karaoke, The Sexual Evolution (sex at a Jesuit University WHAT ? hehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living in Campion (5)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right next to the girls bathroom unlike freshmen year when it was all the way across the hallway :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having the Best Roomate ever!! Danielle You are awesome...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Crushes on many cuties :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going to Neighbors with Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dick's Smoothies!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IHOP NIGHTS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mass at St. Ignatius.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning Japanese chotto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting my Summer in Chicago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving to Phoenix, Az for my internship!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The heat is killing me, haha lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, this is part of my journey. I can't remember everything I did. But I know I had a great time. I've learned some valuable lessons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 Do not Doubt the existence of God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 Accept the Love others give you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 Be yourself, even if that means loving too deeply, holding on for too long, being addicted to massages, smiling too often... IF someone doesn't like it too bad for them it is their lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 Accept others as they are. If someone does not like your hugs don't try to give one to them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 Be Happy!!Go Crazy, let loose, have fun, enjoy yourself and others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 Don't take your days for granted, for any day can be your last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7 Thank those who have helped me on your Journey MOM!! I love you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8 Do not settle, in relationships, careers, classes, personal goals, or anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9 Find what you love and do it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10 No matter what at the end of the day, you are the only one who can put a smile on your face!! (For it is your brain that tells your lips to excercise, I'm such a DORK and I love it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love everyone!! I'm excited to be a "young adult" and a little sad I won't be a teenager but guess what there is so much more to come...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get to Vote in my first Presidential Election, Rock it!! OBAMA Repn Hawaii!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get to visit my family in Texas, Brownsville here I come...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chardin 2, this will be your new RA. I am so excited!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh... SO much more I can't even imagine what is awaiting me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if for some reason, I do not have more time I want everyone to know that I loved the time I was given. IT was great!!I had fun! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Y'all!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-5761328091632013515?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/5761328091632013515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=5761328091632013515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/5761328091632013515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/5761328091632013515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day-as-teenager.html' title='Last day as a Teenager...'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SGh04XtzJPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-9jUklX9eaw/s72-c/Dork.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-5331739485748629751</id><published>2008-06-20T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:18:41.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I to say who you can love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I to judge you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a creation of God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was made to love and understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was made to have compassion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am calling you all to love and understand your neighbor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please, do not think that you know what is right and what is wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please, do not say that you are here to execute God's will and demands. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only God can judge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only God can know the truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We must unite and show God that we understand his message.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We must demonstrate that his son's death was not in vain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We cannot continue to persecute those who are different from us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We cannot think that we know the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Jesus is the way, he is the truth, and he is the life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We must see the way he treated others and treat others in this way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He did not go around persecuting immigrants, he did not go around killing homosexuals, he did not go around demeaning women, he was good to all who crossed his path.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to the words he spoke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of God" Matthew 5: 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you persecute undocumented workers, homosexuals, women, people of color, and anyone who is different than you, you are bringing their spirits down, and you are also making their lives on earth hell but God is saving them a spot in Heaven. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, I do not want you to think that because God is waiting for them it is okay for you to continue to do this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, it is not okay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although it is not okay for you to treat others in this way, I still love you; for Jesus said "but to you who hear I say, love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you...Do to others as you would have them do to you. " Luke 6: 27, 31 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pray that you can come to understand your role in this world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For it is not you who should judge me or anyone, just as it is not my responsibility to judge you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not judging you, I am simply asking you to please look deeply into your hearts and see what it is that God is really asking you to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stop judging and you will not be judged. Stop condemning and you will not be condemned. Forgive and you will be forgiven." Luke 6:37&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please, listen to the true words of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you all and hope you the best on the journey of life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-5331739485748629751?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/5331739485748629751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=5331739485748629751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/5331739485748629751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/5331739485748629751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-3036608086809680564</id><published>2008-06-19T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:56:53.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NENA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SFtGmJMvRYI/AAAAAAAAACs/lIyG3QldrWE/s1600-h/Nena+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213838614729803138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SFtGmJMvRYI/AAAAAAAAACs/lIyG3QldrWE/s200/Nena+and+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Can you answer 21 questions about your # 1 from myspace.com?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Who is your number 1 ?Nena&lt;br /&gt;2)Have you ever kissed number 1? On the cheek, she is my sister.&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you ever met their dad?&lt;br /&gt;4) Where did you first meet your number 1? well... i think she met me first, when i was a baby...&lt;br /&gt;5) How long ago was it when you first met this person?19 years.&lt;br /&gt;6) Is this person one of your best friends? pretty much!! Am I hers? now that is a different question!&lt;br /&gt;7 ) Do you ever fight with this person?yes here and then...&lt;br /&gt;8) Is this person older than you?for sure.&lt;br /&gt;9) When was the last time you saw this person?a month ago.=[&lt;br /&gt;10) Name a good memory?when we were younger, played all the time in the back yard... in the dirt.haha good times!&lt;br /&gt;11) Have you ever eaten with them?yeah... like a whole bunch of times.&lt;br /&gt;12) When will you see them again?IDK :(&lt;br /&gt;13) Does this person have a cell phone with text messaging?yes&lt;br /&gt;14) Are you this persons g/f or b/f?NOO!&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you have pics of this person on your myspace?yes&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you think the person will repost this?no..&lt;br /&gt;17) Could you stand to live without this person? NOO...!!&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you love this person?yup..&lt;br /&gt;19) What was the last thing you did together? She dropped me off at the airport!!&lt;br /&gt;20) Do they know your birthday?of course!&lt;br /&gt;21) Do u know where this person is right now?at home, I think!&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/7150986366368454154-3036608086809680564?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/3036608086809680564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=3036608086809680564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/3036608086809680564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/3036608086809680564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-june-19.html' title='NENA!!'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SFtGmJMvRYI/AAAAAAAAACs/lIyG3QldrWE/s72-c/Nena+and+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-1470620116898159517</id><published>2008-06-18T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:53:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Z about me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SFnz7QwhzYI/AAAAAAAAACk/m5N9KWsl_Is/s1600-h/Chile+Relleno.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213466243094400386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SFnz7QwhzYI/AAAAAAAAACk/m5N9KWsl_Is/s200/Chile+Relleno.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A - Available? No se?&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friend(s)? My Mom!&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSH? Random strangers&lt;br /&gt;D - DOGS NAME? No tengo&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO? Danielle&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite Food? Chile Relleno de Haiba&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR WORMS? worms...&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN? Caldwell, ID&lt;br /&gt;I - IF YOU COULD MOVE WOULD YOU? Depends...with who ;)&lt;br /&gt;J - JOB? Intern :)&lt;br /&gt;K - KIDS? nope&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE? dude! like 5 days to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;M - MILK FLAVOR? strawberry&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS? 6&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH? to be loved forever&lt;br /&gt;P - PHOBIA(S)? People touching me inappropriately!! Get away...&lt;br /&gt;Q - FAVORITE QUOTE? "you don't need to change for God to love you"&lt;br /&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE? Kids&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD? Crying for....&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP? "7" 7:54am&lt;br /&gt;U - UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME? It unknown to me too&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLES YOU LOVE? cooked brocolli&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT? No Idea, being forgetful&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD? teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y -YOUR MOM? I have two! = )&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN? Cancer &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/7150986366368454154-1470620116898159517?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/1470620116898159517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=1470620116898159517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/1470620116898159517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/1470620116898159517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2008/06/z-about-me.html' title='A-Z about me!'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SFnz7QwhzYI/AAAAAAAAACk/m5N9KWsl_Is/s72-c/Chile+Relleno.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-8560736449300621578</id><published>2008-06-18T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:30:02.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fam(Yli)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My family consist of my Mom (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YLI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yliana&lt;/span&gt;), mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mami&lt;/span&gt; (Magdalena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Almada&lt;/span&gt;), My Dad/grandpa,  My Step-dad (Armando), Maggie [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yliana&lt;/span&gt; Magda (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yado&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Villegas&lt;/span&gt;], &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nena&lt;/span&gt; [Magdalena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Monyc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yado&lt;/span&gt;], Martin (Rest in Peace), ME, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mando&lt;/span&gt;, Juan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ene&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;delia&lt;/span&gt;). And then my wonderful extended family... I only named the people who I lived with. So if you are part of my family and I didn't mention your name don't feel upset I am thinking about you too! Those in California, as well as, those in Texas. I love you all! My mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yli&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ILLEE&lt;/span&gt;) connects us all. I would like this to be about her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I will start off by saying all the things I noticed my mom did not do when I was growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did not tuck me in and if she did I don't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did not live with me until I was 9 1/2 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did not pick me up on time after practices or games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did not go watch all of my performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did not pay for my car or car insurance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did not sing me lullabies Or did she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did not force me to do my First Communion in Second Grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~This is kind of hard!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is because she DID so much. When I was younger I would complain about the silly things she did not do as opposed to all the wonderful things she did do. The past two years away from home have given me the opportunity to reflect upon the marvelous person my mom is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use to wish that I had a mom who would have tucked me in when I was little and would have read me books and from what I recall she did not do that. However, she did work and give money to my grandparents who were my caregivers. She also visited me everyday. She was a mother to my sisters and to our friends. She was the cool mom you could talk to about anything. She use to take us to the park and play with us. Spin me on the tire swing until I threw up, really I did :(  She would take us to the carnival, zoo, library, museums, everywhere a kid wanted to go. She registered me for softball (coach pitch) and had me take baton classes. She knew I loved arts and crafts so she signed me up for a class. I also loved to write poetry and she encouraged me to be involved in Prose and Poetry Competitions which I was ranked superior in because of all the practice I did with her. I won writing competitions (boy, have times changed...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) and she went to see me get my awards. She trusted me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 9 1/2 my mom decided to move to Idaho in order for all of her kids to live with her which was nearly impossible any other way. During that time I was so torn. I loved the parents who had raised me and I also loved the fact that I would finally be &lt;strong&gt;living&lt;/strong&gt; with my mom. So when push came to shove I knew that right thing to do was to embrace the love and move with her. However it was not as easy as it sounds. I was depressed for many years to come. I was not use to being away from the parents who raised me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;definetly&lt;/span&gt; was not use to being the middle child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom tried to get me involved in everything from Orchestra to Soccer to Girl Scouts to Band and so much more. I was trying to have a good time. However it was not the same. I missed the California sun and nearby beaches. I missed the attention I got from my daddy. I missed not having to do chores. This is when I looked at all the negatives. Such as the things I mentioned up above but in reality those things were not needed. I did not need to be spoiled. I did not need to be pampered. What I needed was someone to love me. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yli&lt;/span&gt; sure did. Even with the temper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tantrumps&lt;/span&gt; I pulled. &lt;br /&gt;My Mom is the best, she encourages me she gives me the option to do what I need to do to be happy! And I love it. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks MOM!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7150986366368454154-8560736449300621578?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/8560736449300621578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=8560736449300621578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/8560736449300621578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/8560736449300621578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2008/06/famyli.html' title='Fam(Yli)'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-4293356292199076887</id><published>2008-06-17T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:38:08.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday, I began to create a list of congregations that I could ask to participate in Labor in the Pulpits/ on the Bimah/ in the Minbar. Today I finished that list (for now). As I took glimpses of the websites I began to feel more passionate for the work I will be doing this summer. That is because as I looked at the websites I didn't just see on more Presbyterian Church or United Church of Christ instead I saw Shadow Rock Church and St. Mark's and many others. Each church is unique and they each have certain themes that they value. One theme that I saw throughout the websites was Human Dignity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is exactly what we need in our society. We need people to recognize the dignity of all creatures. Not just humans but also plants, animal,  and even abstract things such as ideas. When we have respect for others, their belongings and their thoughts as well as the things God has created and also the things he/she has given us we are much more lively to live with compassion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hope to come to a better understanding of each church's mission and in the meantime come to better understand what the "mission" of my life is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love and Peace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150986366368454154-4293356292199076887?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/4293356292199076887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=4293356292199076887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/4293356292199076887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/4293356292199076887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2008/06/simple-thoughts.html' title='Simple Thoughts'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150986366368454154.post-919473137872768819</id><published>2008-06-16T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:09:19.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rows of Solitude Lead to a New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SFdjDXHvGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGcnCzQsZQM/s1600-h/Corn+ROws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212744003101858082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SFdjDXHvGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGcnCzQsZQM/s320/Corn+ROws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;An experience that has lead me to where I am happened when I was fifteen years old and was working amongst undocumented workers in corn fields, onion fields, and orchards. This experience helped me understand the condition of workers. At first, each row I walked through felt like a long journey of solitude, but then as my coworkers (mostly male) helped me I felt I was making progress. They cared for me, even though I had done nothing to deserve it. They taught me that all workers should be treated with dignity and respect no matter who they are or where they come from. We sometimes worked 16 hour days and it was very difficult me. However, I was fortunate to have been there by choice instead of by obligation or need. Some workers could not find another job. No matter what their skills were they had no choice but to work there in order to provide for their children. I admire those workers and I am so glad to have experienced this with them.&lt;br /&gt;My journey to this point in my life has been wonderful, I am a Junior at Seattle University majoring in Theology and Religious Studies. I feel called in this direction because I know that one’s faith has the power to transform one, it also motivates and influences one more than almost anything else. As I am growing, I am learning that we as humans are called to believe in God for many different reasons. I find refuge in God, with God’s help I have learned how to love more passionately and to accept the love that is given to me. I have also been inspired to do acts of mercy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This summer I am hoping to come to a better understanding of what God wants me to do. I know that I need to pray a little more and ask for help in order to find my true path. I am willing to explore many paths but I know that this exploration will lead me down a row that may be filled with solitude like the corn rows I worked in. However, sometimes those are the best rows because they give you time to reflect and gather your thoughts and when you least expect it someone joins you and is ready to help you get to the end. I hope that the people around me see the difficulty of “my row” and decide to come along for the journey. And when we reach the end there will be water waiting for us, which to me represents a new beginning, a baptism, a new life with God… We need this in our society and I have faith that it will be accomplished.&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/7150986366368454154-919473137872768819?l=ydaliay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/feeds/919473137872768819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150986366368454154&amp;postID=919473137872768819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/919473137872768819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150986366368454154/posts/default/919473137872768819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ydaliay.blogspot.com/2008/06/rows-of-solitude-lead-to-new-life.html' title='Rows of Solitude Lead to a New Life'/><author><name>Ydalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08782226125620486674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SJd1iXjFfMI/AAAAAAAAADs/A50ghbuzq9o/S220/WebCam_20080804_1529.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSXk_XMoxKE/SFdjDXHvGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGcnCzQsZQM/s72-c/Corn+ROws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
