<?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-9067744500159000223</id><updated>2011-08-01T10:53:59.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DamDungDoo</title><subtitle type='html'>Crazy is what crazy do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-7653908515298997324</id><published>2009-08-06T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:53:27.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Jackson Admits?</title><content type='html'>In an interview about Omer Bhatti as MJ's illegitimate love child, Joe Jackson is no where close to denying the possibility that Omer is indeed MJ's kid. I guess we will just have to wait for the DNA test results to know for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNu3QGprTlw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNu3QGprTlw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-7653908515298997324?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/7653908515298997324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=7653908515298997324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/7653908515298997324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/7653908515298997324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/08/joe-jackson-admits.html' title='Joe Jackson Admits?'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-3489590044635470732</id><published>2009-07-26T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:45:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omer Bhatti</title><content type='html'>A Norwegian rapper/dancer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.vg.no/uploaded/image/bilderigg/2006/06/28/1151515239557_959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 286px;" src="http://static.vg.no/uploaded/image/bilderigg/2006/06/28/1151515239557_959.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka Michael Jackson's illegitimate son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLr_gQxVC4s&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLr_gQxVC4s&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, but I would actually like the fact that he is his son, if indeed he REALLY is his son. That way the press can stop hounding on MJ's "fake" kids, which is stupid - LEAVE THE KIDS ALONE! Also, if Paris and the double Michaels aren't blood related, I think it would be really nice if Michael did have a blood related offspring to carry on his genes. Again, call me crazy, but I think it would be hella cool. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/jul2009/7/6/michael-jackson-s-memorial-omer-bhatti-circled-pic-getty-757157222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 326px;" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/jul2009/7/6/michael-jackson-s-memorial-omer-bhatti-circled-pic-getty-757157222.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omer at the Memorial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-3489590044635470732?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/3489590044635470732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=3489590044635470732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/3489590044635470732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/3489590044635470732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/07/omer-bhatti.html' title='Omer Bhatti'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-2552175285109991284</id><published>2009-07-23T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:18:11.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Schmid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kyleschmidcentral.com/kspic/alleycats_585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.kyleschmidcentral.com/kspic/alleycats_585.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well his real name is Kyle Schmid, but for some reason I hate the name Kyle, and he looks like an Alex... oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have any of you looked back in the good ol' Disney days and wondered, "Why haven't they played Alley Cats Strike lately, or at all anymore?" Or if you're like me, "What happened to that cutie beyond cutie who played the lead role???" Well of course you can find him in SMALLER roles in Cheetah Girls or Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. But where's his REAL roles?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, being more obsessed with the Twilight world than I [whaaaaaat?!] and being crazy about vampires, bought the first season of tv series "Blood Ties." It's apparently Canadian. With that said, it's like a combination of CSI meets Buffy I'd say, but I only watched about 2 episodes of Buffy, so feel free to say otherwise. Well, I think the series is pretty damn good, then again I do think Canadian shows are better than American shows, like Degrassi &lt;3 LOL. Anyways, before I get way off topic about Canadians [which by the way don't say "eh?" all the time, you nincompoops] I'll get back to Kyle "Alex" Schmid. He plays one of 3 major roles in this series, Henry Fitzroy, but he is the only really different one. 1. He's the only one I'm attracted to [LMAO]. 2. He's a vampire [no that's not why I'm attracted]. 3. He's damn charming. Anyways, watching about 2-3 episodes made me hooked, I spent about "625 mins approx" last night watching it. Thats about 10 hours and 25 minutes, right? What a waste of my life. Well anyways, he's fckn hot now. ;D I think I should stop, shower, wash my weed-smelling clothes, and just watch season 2 already. Talk to you later kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2471469602_7bd519dbcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2471469602_7bd519dbcd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous much? You should see his body ;D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to shower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-2552175285109991284?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/2552175285109991284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=2552175285109991284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/2552175285109991284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/2552175285109991284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/07/alex-schmid.html' title='Alex Schmid.'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2471469602_7bd519dbcd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-5853726750335036031</id><published>2009-07-22T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:10:24.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debates and truthfulness.</title><content type='html'>I am debating if i should do a blog/youtube series of something that can completely make me or break me. Something tells me it will break me, but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time I'll be taking quizzes here and there. I like how true some really are :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of bitch are you?" - my results.&lt;br /&gt;You are a classy bitch. You get the job done without being too upfront about it. You fight secretivly, and the effect doesn't last for a few days, it lasts a lifetime. You won't usually use your fists, but instead you can use your brain since you're very smart. You have people wrapped around your finger and most people are fooled by you. First impressions don't mean much, because you're not what people expect. You know how to run the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-5853726750335036031?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/5853726750335036031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=5853726750335036031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/5853726750335036031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/5853726750335036031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/07/debates-and-truthfulness.html' title='Debates and truthfulness.'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-5757457174862099835</id><published>2009-07-22T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:03:36.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last installment of harry potter to be a double feature.</title><content type='html'>Yes it's true, the last book of the Harry Potter series will be turned into TWO films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Tom Felton, Harry Potter's asshole character, it is "too much juice to squeeze into 1 film."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go Happy Potter fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I think I'll just stick with the Twilight saga, at least until Happy Potter is back in ACTION. Too many boring scenes in the newest film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-5757457174862099835?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/5757457174862099835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=5757457174862099835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/5757457174862099835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/5757457174862099835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-installment-of-harry-potter-to-be.html' title='Last installment of harry potter to be a double feature.'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-3081972120395118689</id><published>2009-07-19T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:27:29.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in SF.</title><content type='html'>Made me TIE-ERD. Yes very. I almost fell asleep in Nordstrom on this huge square thing that I don't even think you can call a couch. There were pillows but, it felt more like laying on a table with a table cloth on it... Who knows, maybe it was. It's sad though, I went to the mall with a goal: To buy at least one whole new outfit and find some jobs. Me, being the penny-pincher that I am, pretty much only bought food when I was hungry. BUT I did end up buying ONE thing. A magazine from Borders all about Twilight [YES KEVIN] and its hotty hotty hottness actors and actresses. Literally. HOT is a huge word on the cover. It did come with 7 posters. Most of them being stinking Rob. Psh. I guess it's alright, I actually enjoy one of them. I got a Taylor poster in it too. :] &lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say I found the dream part-time job of my dreams too. Torrid, not a place that I would expect, especially since I'm totally against calling myself a plus-size, but I guess that has to change now. They have GREAT clothing for a sized-girl like me. And I do enjoy being able to say that I fit in some of the smallest sizes they have! I love being able to say that! Yeah we also did a lot of other things. The new Sephora store, makeup GALORE! But it was still frikken crowded cuz it just opened Friday.&lt;br /&gt;So, when Jessica was with us, I wanted to show her my part-time job of my dreams because George and Delana were there the first time when I got excited, we went into the store again. Low and behold, they were having auditions for a contest in there for a new model. It was $5 for a picture to be submitted, good deal, because you paid for them to take the picture. Pretty good quality, as long as you don't look ugly. Well all three of them, Delana, Jessica, and George, talked me into doing it. So we rushed back to Sephora to fix up my face. But that ended up being TOO much makeup, so I cleaned it all off and did the simple face powder, mascara, and eyeliner. :] Went back to Torrid where I filled out the ridiculous application. I actually thought it was kind of funny. Delana and Jessica left, and I wished they didn't because we had to pose on our own and I had no idea what the heck to do, so they could have been a great help with that. So when I finished me and George didn't feel like waiting for the girls to return, so we figured we'd find them. Yeah well, they suck at hiding. All I can say, especially when you see face to face, and then see them running while still trying to hide something. Kind of funny, but I was tired and worried about the pictures. xP So me and George went to the bathrooms and headed into Nordstrom to lay on that weird couch thing-a-majig. They tried to make me go "to them" at Macys but that was at the other side of the mall, NOO THANKS! So me and George went to Borders. Got myself the magazine, and that's where they finally found us. Surprised by gifts that I honestly reluctantly took. [Still being a bitter bitch...] Opened it on bart, and was w/e about it. When I got home and was finally good and alone, I read the card in the gift. Sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Throughout our lives, we have many friendships... from the casual to those that are precious beyond word. And sometimes, it's not until we hit a bad patch that we discover which are which. When the casual friends see trouble, they smile, give a hearty wave, and say, "Good luck with that." But the real friends, the true friends - like you - don't have to think twice before stepping up, without being asked, to give whatever you need. You're the kind of friend who's right there to support me, no matter how bad things get -ready to fight monsters, give me strength, or simply stand by my side until the worst is past. You can't know how much that loyalty means. You are a joy, an inspiration, and one of the best things that ever happened to me. You're what being a real friend is all about." &lt;br /&gt;-Lina Lee Elrod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate reading it, I tear up every time. But it's great. A sincere apology. And after what happened later that night. Let's just say this battle is finally over. It's now time to just heal the wounds and patch ourselves back up so we're ready to forgive and forget again next time. But let's hope there will never ever ever be a next time. I am still in the process of fully forgiving you, but let's just say I trust you 200% again.  And what I said yesterday, about why I never like someone for a certain reason, well you're the only person I ever told about that. Everyone else just still sees at an "I don't know why, but I just do" statement.  Sorry about getting snot all over your stuff, but you did get that "cry on the shoulder moment" instead of laughing it off earlier that day when I first read the card. And turns out, I did need the jacket you gave me before winter. Just sucks I had to point it out to you, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George needs to finish the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-3081972120395118689?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/3081972120395118689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=3081972120395118689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/3081972120395118689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/3081972120395118689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-sf.html' title='A Day in SF.'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-7837795970462533583</id><published>2009-07-17T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:38:47.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deyam.</title><content type='html'>SO I ordered my Time Magazine Michael Jackson issue and got my Michael Jackson Ultimate Collection of songs. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving my collection. Now I'm just waiting for my piece of history magazine to come in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I hung out with Jennaaay WHIIIIIIITE GIRRRRRRRL and we celebrated our V-NECK THURSDAY! Yeah, who knew Jenny was as gangster as she was? Kind of scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Great Jump with Jenny Jessica and John. It was hella fun, even though I was falling all over the place. BUT I'd go back :] Then we went to McDonna's and had ourselves some dollar menu. Then went to watch Happy Potter. The New Moon trailer was the only good part of the movie in my opinion. Other than that, the actor for Draco Malfoy had an acting improvement, applause to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else happen today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was forced into going into an audition tomorrow. But I can't go because I have prior engagements. SORRY HOLLYWOOD, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. tahtah for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-7837795970462533583?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/7837795970462533583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=7837795970462533583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/7837795970462533583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/7837795970462533583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/07/deyam.html' title='Deyam.'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-2738978366633670808</id><published>2009-07-16T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:48:13.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi kevvvyyy.</title><content type='html'>So basically I neglected my blogspotizzle because I forgot my login information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has happened to me. Only a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving out, getting into arguments, missing out in life with my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;Crying laughing and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically this next section of the blog is to someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still mad, I never felt so shitty and low-esteem in my life. I never felt so used. I never felt like I could never forgive someone in my life. No, in case you didn't know, I still don't forgive you... yet anyways. This is the only case I have ever been in where time is the real remedy to cure me. I don't want to hear you say you're sorry anymore, because I really feel like I can't believe it this time. The people I talked to about my situation with you... they said I don't deserve this, and that's not a real friendship. They just don't know that you are a great friend so I had to turn my cheek, but lately you've been changing. And if you keep changing in the direction you're going, I can no longer turn my cheek for you anymore because I don't know you anymore. For now, these certain people that I talked to, you don't know who they are, because you probably would have not expected me to talk to them. Well one said to not slap you, because that would be the end of everything. So now I am here letting more of it out that you interrupted me and never let me finish what I had to say. I am still so close to laying my hand across your face, no joke. So please stop trying to grab as much attention as you can because that's a damn good trigger of release for me. Another story I heard during one of my talks with someone, is something so completely similar to what's going on between us right now. I don't like the thought of it. The two friends haven't talked since May... over a guy. I just can't believe for a third time a guy would be our argument. How could this be happening? You said it wouldn't happen again, twice. Now here's a third time. You keep saying you're going to make it up to me. I don't see it happening at all, I feel like it keeps getting worse. Oh and turns out, you're turning into a hypocrite. Good job. I can only think of one way that would semi-make this up to me, but I am not going to request it of you. Why you may ask? Because it would make me a worse friend than you were to me. And I am not trying to stoop down to your level of "friendship". As for my family... I told you it felt like you were taking advantage of them. You said it would stop. Lies. Just yesterday you were basically out all day on your own, and you were out with one of our major issues. Once you got back into town you have the nerve to ask me to ask my brother or dad to take you home in another city? Our lives aren't made convenient for you, I'm sorry. But that's how life works. The world does not revolve around what you need. You got out on your own, you're a big girl. Go home on your own. Maybe until I feel like I completely recovered I should act like a mother to you. You need to be straightened up. I know your life is a mess, but that doesn't mean you need to turn into one yourself. I still want to be your friend, but I can't be one if you're going to do this to me. You might think I'm overreacting or something. I'm really not. I never got so upset in my life. I didn't think this was the worst that happened to me, but my disappointment in you is still going. Maybe other people still see you as the same, but like you say they don't know you as well as I do. Or at least did if this crap keeps going on. When you see me, do not bring this up. I don't want to talk about it when it's convenient for you. When I feel like I can handle this face to face without getting too upset again, I'll come to you. It's sad. People say they always see us together, we were definitely one in the same. But now, it's hard for me to even stand seeing your face. It's harsh to say, but that's the truth of how I feel. And to say, I have a feeling that this isn't it for what I have to say, this is for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-2738978366633670808?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/2738978366633670808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=2738978366633670808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/2738978366633670808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/2738978366633670808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-kevvvyyy.html' title='Hi kevvvyyy.'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-5649860148808923112</id><published>2009-01-31T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:55:03.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>My plans so far this month.&lt;br /&gt;1. SEND IN AUDITION + PHOTO + RESUME&lt;br /&gt;2. JESSICA'S 18TH BIRTHDAY FRIDAY/SATURDAY FEB 6&amp;7&lt;br /&gt;3. OPEN MY BANK ACCOUNT ASAP&lt;br /&gt;4. CONVENTION DURING BREAK!! with mini events ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my month in a nutshell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-5649860148808923112?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/5649860148808923112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=5649860148808923112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/5649860148808923112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/5649860148808923112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-nutshell.html' title='In a Nutshell'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-8222855040621128161</id><published>2009-01-27T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:04:00.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Bobby</title><content type='html'>2 words: WATCH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't I suggest you look up times on the LifeTime channel and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;DOOOOOOOOOOOOO it.&lt;br /&gt;"Life changing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Before you echo Amen in your home or place of worship, think and remember. A child is listening.” - Mary Griffith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-8222855040621128161?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/8222855040621128161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=8222855040621128161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/8222855040621128161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/8222855040621128161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayers-for-bobby.html' title='Prayers for Bobby'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-1737876952845149043</id><published>2009-01-27T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:53:22.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>Today I finally got my book set, it's so new, crisp, and pretty!&lt;br /&gt;I'm also mailing my SCHOLARSHIP later! [HELLA PROCRASTINATED!]&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting on my new, crisp, and pretty I.D. card!&lt;br /&gt;So I can open my new, crisp, and pretty bank account!&lt;br /&gt;I think I love the thought of "new, crisp, and pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no school tomorrow, YAY FOR SLEEPING IN!&lt;br /&gt;School play auditions on Thursday and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;So I know 3 of 4 final grades: English, Economics, and AP Calculus.&lt;br /&gt;English: ACED!&lt;br /&gt;Economics: C'ed!&lt;br /&gt;AP Calculus: C'ed! [YAY!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised that I don't hate my new semester schedule. I honestly thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is the same for me, except now I have Pardo for Government. The class has a bunch of people, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting back into drawing? But my last piece was crap, so I still hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Back to TV and homework!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-1737876952845149043?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/1737876952845149043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=1737876952845149043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/1737876952845149043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/1737876952845149043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-4974562827485728339</id><published>2009-01-25T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:07:26.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbed...</title><content type='html'>So pretty much all I did today was my resume and headshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be robbed of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sent it in, the e-mail was closed and no longer taking submissions. I find that really STUPID since 2 main casting sites only posted the information for this UNDER 10 days ago. I still have a chance. They still need extras [which I really don't mind whatsoever] and supposedly they might also be doing the third movie soon. Back to back movie filming, depending if they keep the same director. I still have auditions in February for The Little Shop of Horrors. Wish me luck on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-4974562827485728339?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/4974562827485728339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=4974562827485728339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/4974562827485728339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/4974562827485728339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/robbed.html' title='Robbed...'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-687228775455437696</id><published>2009-01-25T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:23:32.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO HOMEWORK! But RESUMES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lilytherese.com/Native_American__Woman_Smudging_cut_version.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 354px;" src="http://www.lilytherese.com/Native_American__Woman_Smudging_cut_version.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE BEST FEELING AFTER FINALS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WEEKEND WITHOUT HOMEWORK! YAAAAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I do on finals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: It really wasn't all that bad, just time consuming. 2 Hours ONLY for peer editing and busting out an Arthurian Legend essay. Accomplished with 7 pages of relating Lancelot to mythologist's, Joseph Campbell's, moth, with 3 minutes of class left to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography: We didn't have a final, due to no time. So it's safe to say I still have a HIGH A in that class ;D We cleaned the darkroom for our "final", but that only lasted 5 minutes per group. Haha. I also got to catch up with my dear Trang. I've known her since 8th grade, but high school really makes people go their separate ways. Now I find out, we're still going to the same college, SFSU!! So we will definitely have more catch-up time in the future. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy: Owned... as in I failed at life. Friday, I found out someone who never fails ANYTHING, failed that final. So what does that mean for me? SCREWED. At least it's not a required class for college. That's probably the ONLY bright side to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.A.: STUDY STUDY STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics: I passed with a C! YAY. That's pretty darn good, for not even studying. xD I also found out some good news, Mr. Harrison is teaching government this coming semester. That means since I'm NOT in academy, I can switch out of PARDO'S class! Weeeeee, and I don't have to change a class in my schedule! :D Thanks goes out to Steven for the pizza. [From everyone who ate it. lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus: Oh the joys of an AP math class final. Variables, derivatives, graphs, and relative rates. What to say about this final? I think I passed. I felt hella stupid after I turned in my multiple choice part of it though. I FORGOT IT'S GRADED LIKE SAT'S!!! So, my guesses on those whack questions could ultimately hurt me. =[ Other than that, I tried my hardest, so I honestly think I did fine. Again, thank goodness it's not a required class for college. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now for my weekend. LOVELY! Kind of. Haha. Thanks to my mom for getting my order on Amazon.com to go through. Now my gift card is EMPTY. With exception of what? 5 cents on it? Psh. Well that's okay. Yesterday she also helped me fill out the resume for the next movie. I actually have a lot on my resume than I ever thought of having on there, in the training section anyways. And yes people, it is real. -___- Now it's up to me to get the head shots done. I got a few good ones last night, but do they emphasize the look of Native American is the question. At least my hair is a solid color once again. No more crap highlights, I think I'll officially give up on full head highlights from now on. That's probably all I have to really say about this weekend, now I feel like drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's update this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semester! That means only a few more months and I'm out of MILPITAS! FWEEEEE! FINALLY! Also this week, my state ID card and Amazon order should be coming, IT'S LIKE CHRISTMAS ALL OVER! LOL. So that means I finally get to open my own bank account. Weee, I get to control my OWN money! Still saving like crazy though. Hella hard. -___-. I don't think anything else exciting is happening this week. Sooooo I'M DONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-687228775455437696?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/687228775455437696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=687228775455437696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/687228775455437696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/687228775455437696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-homework.html' title='NO HOMEWORK! But RESUMES!'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-3838550103193297341</id><published>2009-01-20T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:52:26.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week and New Moon Casting Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/politics/2008/03/poar01_obama0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/politics/2008/03/poar01_obama0803.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than exciting news first:&lt;br /&gt;This week is finals week -- yay! -- not. &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is English - EASY. and Photography - NOT A PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Tuesday... Anatomy - CRAP.  TA - STUDY FOR FRIDAY! CRUUUCIAL!&lt;br /&gt;AND FRIDAY. Death day. Do or DIE.&lt;br /&gt;Economics - Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;AP Calculus - SUICIDE IF I DON'T STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note about this week:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEVIN NGUYEN! [TODAY! - I will celebrate a month late!]&lt;br /&gt;I have a good person for my photography project. Thanks to Brian!&lt;br /&gt;I GET TO GO TAKE MY STATE ID PHOTO! So within a week+ I should be opening my OWN bank account. &lt;br /&gt;Friday I get to watch My Bloody Valentine in 3D, maybe some Chipotle for Jaclyn's birthday, and my mama is picking me up for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Today was HELLA funny in 5th period.&lt;br /&gt;So we started class watching the Obama Inauguration. YAY OBAMA IN '08! Hehe. Class was the same as normal. Then Mr. Cummins comes in to talk to Mr. Harrison [our teacher] outside. When they walk out, Josiah turns off the lights and comes up with a random joke/prank for Mr. Harrison. The plan? Everyone goes to one side of the class out of view from the door. So we all do it. Next part? When Mr. Harrison walks in we all face the wall and DO NOT talk or look at him. Anything extra? J.B. changes the television channel from Obama's inauguration to BARNEY. When Mr. Harrison walks in, confused as expected, the first thing that he says is, "Kyle, what the hell are you doing?!" [He's, no offense, considered the oddball in the class.] Everyone starts snickering and laughing, while FACING the wall. How stupid did we look, I really wonder. Anyways, while he's trying to get an answer from any one of us of what's going on, we all continue to face the wall giggling and snickering. It was just too hard not to. Even when it gets silent, at least one person snickers and we all go off like a bomb of laughter. The rest of the period, we all had to refrain from talking or looking at him. If it doesn't sound funny, then obviously it is a "you-had-to-be-there moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more over exciting moment:&lt;br /&gt;My mom sent me an e-mail last night having to do with the "New Moon" casting call. It is mainly for Native Americans only, since those are the only roles they're offering [hello werewolves!]. She suggested I turn in a resume for it. 1. She's as big a Twilight fan as I. 2. She likes the thought of me acting and fully supports it. 3. I guess I could pass as a Native American. [?] Anyways, I really would LOVE to take on one of the parts even as an extra. For some reason I always really really wanted to be on set of a real successful film series. Any kind of work dealing with some kind of film just interests me. I have had some experience with acting when I was younger, don't underestimate me, but competing with other more experienced workers will be tough. Especially those who are from a Native American heritage. My percent of being in? About 15% to 25%. That is, if I send in a very convincing resume that I can still act, and a very good head shot, which I know I can do. If I don't, my percent guesstimate is 5%-15%. Sucks right? Well after finals are over I am for sure going to work my butt off this weekend to make a hell of a good resume. Deadline is January 30th. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want the link to the casting information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://castingscoop.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-moon-casting-director-announces.html"&gt;Click Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-3838550103193297341?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/3838550103193297341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=3838550103193297341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/3838550103193297341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/3838550103193297341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-week-and-new-moon-casting-call.html' title='This Week and New Moon Casting Call'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-7493529365144552709</id><published>2009-01-14T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:13:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Into Her Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/Photography/Images/Content/afghan-girl-portrait-article-phot-127438-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 310px;" src="http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/Photography/Images/Content/afghan-girl-portrait-article-phot-127438-in.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intense beauty of one girl's eyes can shadow over her dark past. Look deeper into the hypnotic history and learn all that you can see about her. After that read into her past on &lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2002/04/afghan-girl/index-text"&gt;NationalGeographic.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my photography teacher showed his students this portrait to show us how important eyes are in portraits. He then read us parts of her interview to show how accurate this portrait &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;. Our next assignment, you could guess, is a portrait. All the photography students have to find someone they don't know, interview them, and then portray their personality with a click of a camera. Simple as it might sound, it's not. So I wish everyone good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-7493529365144552709?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/7493529365144552709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=7493529365144552709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/7493529365144552709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/7493529365144552709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-into-her-eyes.html' title='Look Into Her Eyes.'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-3020741634224979367</id><published>2009-01-11T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:19:12.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photograph Blog 2</title><content type='html'>Here are 4 pictures I took from my cousin's 3rd birthday party yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWqISFMn3lI/AAAAAAAAADM/zCPYfn8_gJg/s1600-h/alittleshy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWqISFMn3lI/AAAAAAAAADM/zCPYfn8_gJg/s320/alittleshy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290190556514213458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWqITPa8blI/AAAAAAAAADc/kLj216RfXZk/s1600-h/WhatshouldIwishfor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWqITPa8blI/AAAAAAAAADc/kLj216RfXZk/s320/WhatshouldIwishfor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290190576438505042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWqIS4SCcLI/AAAAAAAAADU/BWi0CBX72zw/s1600-h/tattoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWqIS4SCcLI/AAAAAAAAADU/BWi0CBX72zw/s320/tattoos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290190570227134642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWqITY4ll9I/AAAAAAAAADk/itG641doNVM/s1600-h/WINDOW1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWqITY4ll9I/AAAAAAAAADk/itG641doNVM/s320/WINDOW1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290190578978756562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures can be found at &lt;a href="http://tabaranza.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://tabaranza.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ecstatic to say that the tickets for the convention were bought! Hello Taylor ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go clean my room from the hamster mess now. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! I forgot to mention, Taylor Lautner WILL BE IN NEW MOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-3020741634224979367?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/3020741634224979367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=3020741634224979367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/3020741634224979367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/3020741634224979367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/photograph-blog-2.html' title='Photograph Blog 2'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWqISFMn3lI/AAAAAAAAADM/zCPYfn8_gJg/s72-c/alittleshy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-4019494432142168891</id><published>2009-01-09T23:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:05:00.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photograph Blog 1</title><content type='html'>So I decided to upload a picture from my gallery that will grow in time on &lt;a href="http://tabaranza.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt.com&lt;/a&gt;, just because I have nothing else to blog about... oh except I'm so sad I can't do my Photography "Portrait Project" the way I want to anymore... so sad. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWhV7OEJavI/AAAAAAAAADE/QMZ9eALkPVo/s1600-h/Copy+of+December+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWhV7OEJavI/AAAAAAAAADE/QMZ9eALkPVo/s320/Copy+of+December+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289572238222781170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not one of my best in my opinion, but the thought of it was GREAT... in my opinion. Sooo, I figured out how to do the heart shape on accident when I turned on my flash, and at the same time I read the text that was in the picture. It says, "A bright silver light appeared... Whatever the source, it... seemed simply to drift toward him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me an hour, more or less, to finally get a decent shot. I could have done way better, but I am content with this. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-4019494432142168891?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/4019494432142168891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=4019494432142168891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/4019494432142168891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/4019494432142168891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/photograph-blog-1.html' title='Photograph Blog 1'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SWhV7OEJavI/AAAAAAAAADE/QMZ9eALkPVo/s72-c/Copy+of+December+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-6085177865070699985</id><published>2009-01-06T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:45:06.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.creationent.com/cal/twilight.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.creationent.com/pics/con_images/TW_779x195_SF.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, happy to announce that I WILL be attending all three days of the Twilight Convention. Which package I am getting is still being decided. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I am no doubt happy that I am going for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is still happening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hamster is being quiet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is just around the corner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got an eyelash curler! &lt;3 It was from the dollar store and it works like a charm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to save a crap load of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I spend money will be on a plain white v-neck so I can iron something onto it. Maybe another plain white one and black one to just wear too... so that's guestimating about $15-20. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was random, but I felt the need to make one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-6085177865070699985?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/6085177865070699985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=6085177865070699985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/6085177865070699985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/6085177865070699985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy.html' title='HAPPY'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-5184031717042865250</id><published>2009-01-04T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:55:38.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"He's the highlight of your Twilight."</title><content type='html'>Thanks Jessica for the words of wisdom. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/John+Varvatos+Shop+Opening+Fred+Segal+Man+h8PhQ-CqoEAl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 354px;" src="http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/John+Varvatos+Shop+Opening+Fred+Segal+Man+h8PhQ-CqoEAl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of this ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2007/04/22/previews/Taylor%20Lautner-CSH-022567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 425px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2007/04/22/previews/Taylor%20Lautner-CSH-022567.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I little bit of that ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content7.flixster.com/photo/11/34/18/11341809_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 330px;" src="http://content7.flixster.com/photo/11/34/18/11341809_gal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ALL OF THAT xD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-5184031717042865250?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/5184031717042865250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=5184031717042865250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/5184031717042865250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/5184031717042865250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/hes-highlight-of-your-twilight.html' title='&quot;He&apos;s the highlight of your Twilight.&quot;'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-5020335734410785126</id><published>2009-01-02T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:30:32.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessions.</title><content type='html'>iKevyFTW: my brother started reading twilight&lt;br /&gt;iKevyFTW: then i told him about you&lt;br /&gt;iKevyFTW: and hes like&lt;br /&gt;iKevyFTW: i dont want to read it anymore&lt;br /&gt;iKevyFTW: i might turn out like her&lt;br /&gt;iKevyFTW: and i was like&lt;br /&gt;iKevyFTW: LOLOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;iKevyFTW: READ IT BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Someone RUN ME OVER WITH A TRUCK, CRIPPLE MY BODY, LOCK ME IN MY ROOM, SOMETHING! My being obsessed with things costs me more than I have. Well now I actually have money [for once], but I'd rather save it then spend it! It's bad enough when I had my unexpected Twilight needs, I had to satisfy them by buying a $45.65 Twilight Saga box set. Sure it's nice, and cheap for what it comes with, but I need to start saving! I'm glad I had a reality slap today when my mom continuously reassured me that we didn't have enough money [$269 a person] for all three days of the Twilight Convention, but there's a good compromise to settle me down. 1. There is still for SURE the road trip in April, and 2. there is a POSSIBILITY I will be able to attend one day at the convention [I hope it's Sunday because I love everyone signing that day!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW, don't ask why, but I am in need of EYE MAKEUP. Not sure why I must have the liquid eyeliners, the millions of eyeshadow shades, the tools, primer, etc. I barely wear it in the first place. Now I feel like I MUST wear it. So I looked online for palettes, oh mama. There's an 88 color palette [with good reviews!] for only $21.95 at &lt;a href="http://coastalscents.com"&gt;coastalscents.com&lt;/a&gt;. The problem with that is... it's out of stock. The next shipment will be on January 5th. I don't like waiting when I want something D:. Thanks to my wonderful friend Jessica [who shares this interest] looked more into it. She found the same exact thing at half the price! So now we're pretty much getting a 2-for-1 deal. So, I'm excited. All I need now are the "tools" and liquid eyeliner, because my work with pencils/sticks SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-5020335734410785126?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/5020335734410785126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=5020335734410785126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/5020335734410785126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/5020335734410785126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/obsessions.html' title='Obsessions.'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-1766932836444403034</id><published>2009-01-01T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:58:47.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://colorcubic.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/2009-print-preview-blog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 311px;" src="http://colorcubic.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/2009-print-preview-blog.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just want to welcome everyone the new year! FINALLY! Only a few more months and I am done with HIGHSCHOOL! GET ME OUT OF HERE! Haha. Anyways, I hope no one got into too much trouble last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new year, new things.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with my account on &lt;a href="http://tabaranza.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt.com&lt;/a&gt;. Finally? Well, I don't have a resolution this year, due to I never follow through. SO! I just have goals set for myself. Personal stuff, sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE! Take care. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-1766932836444403034?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/1766932836444403034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=1766932836444403034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/1766932836444403034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/1766932836444403034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEARS!'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-2425553478050589090</id><published>2008-12-31T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:26:00.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEROIN and Amazon.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:VG2MYLDp5tCPNM:http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTcxMjM4MzQ2MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDMwMjk1MQ%40%40._V1._SX266_SY400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 124px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:VG2MYLDp5tCPNM:http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTcxMjM4MzQ2MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDMwMjk1MQ%40%40._V1._SX266_SY400_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Might as well be anyways. Yesterday... until this morning... I was completely hooked for some weird reason on none other than the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight Saga&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, can someone save me from my sudden addiction? It scares even me. Even though you do learn a lot by looking up every actor.&gt;Like Jackson Rathbone, aka Jasper Hale, he used to be an interviewer on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Disney 411&lt;/span&gt;. I honestly could not stop LMSO [laughing my socks off, thanks Kevin]. He was just so perky, you couldn't help but think, "WTH???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're confused by my title today, here's my story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at... I forgot what time, sometime between 6 and 8 pm, I had a sudden urge to start reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Midnight Sun&lt;/span&gt; online at stepheniemeyer.com. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Midnight Sun&lt;/span&gt; is the 5th installment to the Twilight Saga. I must say, it is definitely a whole other perspective on the first book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, literally. This time you see everything from the view of Edward Cullen, which makes me happier. No, not because I'm in love with him or anything [Jacob Black FTW!,] but because you see his less-than-perfect side of him [he's such a jerk! xD] Anyways, while I was reading this an unexpected thought disrupted my flow. "I have to have the other four books!" So what did I do? I went to Amazon.com, since I knew things were cheap there, and looked up some items to settle my sudden needs. Low-and-behold it completely caught my eye. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Saga-Slipcased-Stephenie-Meyer/dp/0316031844/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1230755817&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Twilight Saga: Slipcased [BOX SET](Hardcover)&lt;/a&gt;. It comes with all four book installments that are currently out, all hardcover with their slip on covers, a nicely designed box [for what they could do] to hold them all in, and four quote cards. All for $45.65 with free shipping and handling. What did I do to buy it? Well usually I am WAY too lazy [understatement] to make any new accounts for ANYTHING, but something overcame me and once I added that item to my shopping cart, it was go time. So to end that story, I wasted my $50 Visa Gift Card I got for Christmas on it... I was really planning on buying clothes with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:1mOmSXsqLwAlAM:http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/John%2BVarvatos%2BShop%2BOpening%2BFred%2BSegal%2BMan%2Bh8PhQ-CqoEAl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 135px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:1mOmSXsqLwAlAM:http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/John%2BVarvatos%2BShop%2BOpening%2BFred%2BSegal%2BMan%2Bh8PhQ-CqoEAl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that bump in my road, my mind recalled something my mom had told me earlier that day. The Twilighters are coming to town. Well, she didn't say that, but might as well have. Anyways. She told me there was a Twilight Convention happening in San Francisco. At first, my opinion was, "Okay, sounds like fun, let's go." After looking at the &lt;a href="http://www.creationent.com/twilight/index.htm"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; I became a crapload more excited. Now it is more like "OMG I HAVE TO GO! I HAVE TO BUY MY TICKETS!" Which by the way, doesn't help in my state of BROKENESS. Seriously, meeting Taylor Lautner! I am madly in love with his smile, since being madly in love with him would put me on the pedophile side... damnit... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:cXzDhLVgPEY63M:http://twilightseriestheories.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/kellan-lutz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 135px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:cXzDhLVgPEY63M:http://twilightseriestheories.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/kellan-lutz2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH and Kellan Lutz... OH MY! xD Yeah, I am truly a little too excited. I even started coming up with game plans on how to take pictures with the celebrities that will be there. Friday there's a concert with Jackson Rathbone's band, 100Monkeys. Saturday there is a "Vampire Ball" [wth do I wear to that?]. And Sunday there is a costume contest, and that's when majority of the autographing and photo-ops [which is $40 a celebrity D:] Takes place. The amount I am willing to spend to have a good time at this event? $159 [look at ticketing prices for more details].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onwards. I can safely say that last night I was obsessed. Sad and true. Seriously, someone save me. It's unhealthy. I was up until 4 something am looking up a bunch of Twilight things, and reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Midnight Sun&lt;/span&gt;. [Read it, there are grammatical errors LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this, I am excited for February... and April. February I am supposedly getting my book set, which by the way I do recommend reading, and the convention in San Francisco. In April, I'm going on a road trip to Forks, Washington. Read the book and you'll know what I mean. I'm more excited to know that there is a possibility that while I am there, there will be filming still in progress since they start filming in March for the second movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-2425553478050589090?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/2425553478050589090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=2425553478050589090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/2425553478050589090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/2425553478050589090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2008/12/heroin-and-amazoncom.html' title='HEROIN and Amazon.com'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-9217175637368055659</id><published>2008-12-29T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:28:33.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeviantArt.com</title><content type='html'>Yay for the artistic folk! I love this website, mostly because I am very much into art; painted, drawn, photographed, whichever. I liiiiiiiiiiiike it! So during my winter break I've been constantly going on this website looking at all the different creations people made. What I love more is people can actually sell their goods on here too. Others [most] just use it as their own display case of their imaginations. If you're not completely into the visual arts, there are also people who post up their written materials. Pretty damn good as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downside? It's not major BUT people do post less-creative work that's not as pleasing to the eye as other works of art. That's my opinion though. The real bad thing? People copy others work, call it their own, and post it up. Not very common, but enough to be seen. Sign your art people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some samples that I found clicking on the different categories. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Photography:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs39/150/f/2008/364/c/4/c489086a1b6f86c4efe5bb8b423bb582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 150px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs39/150/f/2008/364/c/4/c489086a1b6f86c4efe5bb8b423bb582.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Title: Light and Sweet&lt;br /&gt;By: roseonthegrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs38/150/f/2008/364/2/f/Holga_9_by_slatkatajna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs38/150/f/2008/364/2/f/Holga_9_by_slatkatajna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Title: Holga 9&lt;br /&gt;By: slatkatajna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs39/150/f/2008/364/0/4/0464c0225489c3e754379e1e624ad006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs39/150/f/2008/364/0/4/0464c0225489c3e754379e1e624ad006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: Seasons gone by&lt;br /&gt;By: MarcAdamus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Drawing/Art:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th07.deviantart.com/fs38/150/f/2008/364/d/3/Girl_In_The_Mirror_by_Red_Priest_Usada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 150px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.com/fs38/150/f/2008/364/d/3/Girl_In_The_Mirror_by_Red_Priest_Usada.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: Girl in the Mirror&lt;br /&gt;By: Red-Priest-Usada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th07.deviantart.com/fs38/150/f/2008/364/9/a/9ad2b7d7d1964fae8be3857d0cca01b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 150px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.com/fs38/150/f/2008/364/9/a/9ad2b7d7d1964fae8be3857d0cca01b8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: beyond&lt;br /&gt;By: thegirlinthebigbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th02.deviantart.com/fs30/150/f/2008/147/e/b/ebff998fd56369d550adc620afab66c4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://th02.deviantart.com/fs30/150/f/2008/147/e/b/ebff998fd56369d550adc620afab66c4.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: D: WISHES&lt;br /&gt;By: Jimified&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-9217175637368055659?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/9217175637368055659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=9217175637368055659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/9217175637368055659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/9217175637368055659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2008/12/deviant-art.html' title='DeviantArt.com'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-8955143874981133117</id><published>2008-12-29T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:57:39.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLAR ME KID.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.pbase.com/u49/reuven_g/large/40756281.MontrealKidsonLeash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://i.pbase.com/u49/reuven_g/large/40756281.MontrealKidsonLeash.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;They are NOT dogs, especially NOT reindeer, sled dogs, horses, or anything else that should be tied to a rope and be forced to go to monotonous places. Boring places. Better yet, why are children always tied up like animals in places where you're supposed to run around and have fun? Like the park, kids on leashes at the park. There are no signs that say "LAW SAYS YOU MUST HAVE YOUR CHILD ON A LEASH". Nope! No way José! JUST DOGS! Unless there is a real sign just like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:227vBzJVwVXGaM:http://oddparlortrick.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/leash4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:227vBzJVwVXGaM:http://oddparlortrick.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/leash4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by all means, tie them up and hold tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theories to why adults have their lovely little munchkins on a stay-by-side-or-I'll-make-you-heal device are: 1. They have bad parenting skills. They can't control their adorable little monsters of joy. 2. They let their children have a buffet of sugar before they go anywhere. 3. They are completely paranoid their child will rebel against them in there toddler angst. [Seriously, wtf?] or 4. The parents are totally confused of their own species and they believe they have conceived an animal... unless they did the freak nasty in beastality and had a freak child. O.o [In that case, poor baby/kitten/puppy/cub/chick/calf/whatever the hell you are] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still people, A LEASH?! Might as well start giving your children a shock-collar for every time they start crying. :[ Oh and maybe even some flea repellent. Then you can take them to the hospital and get them fixed so you won't become a grandparent at your fragile age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'MON! A leash doesn't stop a kid from acting crazy, if anything it makes them act up more, knowing that they can. It's just they have a limited amount of space to do so. It could possibly make them a little bananas since they can't adventure! That's the fun part about being a kid!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh people, take away a child's childhood. What kind of life destroying monsters are you?! It's not like they're going to attack another child just because the kid looked at them funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-8955143874981133117?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/8955143874981133117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=8955143874981133117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/8955143874981133117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/8955143874981133117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2008/12/collar-me-kid.html' title='COLLAR ME KID.'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-8511495717108319944</id><published>2008-12-28T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:43:49.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the 5th?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1300000/Twilight-Series-Covers-twilight-series-1381301-956-360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 406px; height: 160px;" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1300000/Twilight-Series-Covers-twilight-series-1381301-956-360.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally completed all four of the Twilight series books written by Stephenie Meyer today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one, Twilight, the one to reel in all "Twilighters" was most definitely on my top "Must Read" list. The only major thing I hated the most about it was the main character - Isabella "Bella" Swan. She was just such a downer. Why Edward, why?! Oh right, her sweet sweet blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one, New Moon, was good. I don't care how boring Jacob's side of the story was, I still liked it. He actually has some personality unlike a lot of other characters in the book [ahem.. Bella...], officially making him one of my favorite characters in the book. And BELLA... double downer. I understand it's sad, but I just want to punch her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one, Eclipse, I honestly don't remember much. I just remember the pack gets a female member [whoot whoot!] and Victoria tries to make herself an army since her alliance from the first book died off. Oh, and then Victoria dies too. Oh, and Seth is awesome, you just want to pet him. Oh, WHY LAURENT, WHY?! Oh right, Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth one, Breaking Dawn. Oh-em-gee. reading the first how many chapters I would assume is like reading a porno. Then Bella has her, well, you can read the nice descriptions on that. Edward... gets desperate, and Jacob gives Bella a nice surprise. The ending though... there could have been some MORE action, actually there COULD have been some action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth one, Midnight Sun, is online [partially] at stepheniemeyer.com. The reason why it's partially online? Well some dipstick leaked out the 5th book, so Meyer decided, "To hell with everyone, suffer with a loooooooong wait. I'll get back to it in a few years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than what I said above, I like how in all the books there is a character for everyone to like or even relate to. But after reading all of them, I am way to lazy to list out each character and their traits. So I'll just tell you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can relate to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it, but it's probably Bella Swan. [but with more hand-eye coordination]&lt;br /&gt;Also Rosalie Cullen, Miss Attitude. [but not so attractive]&lt;br /&gt;Hm, if I add them together, I think I get Leah Clearwater... yeah that's more like it. Average, competitive, aggressive, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favorite guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down, Jacob Black. Yeah Edward is "perfect", but he gets to be TOO perfect, and that's when you know he's so not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who I'd like to be friends with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice Cullen, du-du-du-DUH. She's super nice, always looking out, likes to have fun, girly stuff, etc etc. Oh, and Jasper Hale, so when I turn into a Rosalie he can just calm me down ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favorite/Least favorite couples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite: Alice and Jasper&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite: Rosalie and her dead jerk husband. [Go Rose!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's all I can think of. Well take care everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-8511495717108319944?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/8511495717108319944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=8511495717108319944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/8511495717108319944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/8511495717108319944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheres-5th.html' title='Where&apos;s the 5th?'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-4752450844646790033</id><published>2008-12-27T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:07:07.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE ORIGINAL!</title><content type='html'>What is the deal with all these pictures that look almost exactly the same?&lt;br /&gt;A self-taken picture, most likely of a pale teenager, with dark cynical hair that was most likely dyed some how, cut into the "scene" look [better known as "emo"], and they 95% of the time looking DOWN and AWAY from the camera like they are completely ashamed of themselves. Why don't you just NOT take the picture instead??? Seriously. OR, they have EXTREME angles of some sort. What are you trying to hide??? I am tired of looking up "photography" online and finding some random person desiring attention in a negative way, when they are not so desirable themselves. Not only is this "photography" style UNORIGINAL, but it is getting BORING and completely on my nerves. Take a look for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th09.deviantart.com/fs26/150/f/2008/040/6/1/scene_hair_by_kara_bou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 150px;" src="http://th09.deviantart.com/fs26/150/f/2008/040/6/1/scene_hair_by_kara_bou.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th08.deviantart.com/fs38/300W/i/2008/362/d/4/lost_doll_by_savannahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.com/fs38/300W/i/2008/362/d/4/lost_doll_by_savannahs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th09.deviantart.com/fs39/300W/f/2008/362/6/e/6eeae17591edbc8077e649c0709447c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://th09.deviantart.com/fs39/300W/f/2008/362/6/e/6eeae17591edbc8077e649c0709447c9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs29/150/f/2008/053/d/a/Scene_girl_02_by_HarukoArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs29/150/f/2008/053/d/a/Scene_girl_02_by_HarukoArt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the guys are in on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs35/150/f/2008/303/6/9/scene_kid_by_santalloniboi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs35/150/f/2008/303/6/9/scene_kid_by_santalloniboi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs23/150/f/2007/328/d/d/Hot_emo_guy_by_Stew_x_Stew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 150px;" src="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs23/150/f/2007/328/d/d/Hot_emo_guy_by_Stew_x_Stew.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs29/150/i/2008/081/2/0/Scene_by_ad3on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs29/150/i/2008/081/2/0/Scene_by_ad3on.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs15/150/i/2007/052/f/c/scene_kids__by_MichaelMacabre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs15/150/i/2007/052/f/c/scene_kids__by_MichaelMacabre.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to keep this scene/emo self taken portrait thing GOOD, there is a modern thing called SELF-TIMER. TRY IT! It REALLY works!! That way, you can do other poses instead of the hold-up-one-arm-and-do-extreme-angles-crap, and you can get in more friends so you don't look SO lonely. Really, we know you're not lonely if you're posting these images online! You can even jazz it up with some photoshopping skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs25/150/f/2008/160/5/4/Scene_Girl_by_Screamo_Parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs25/150/f/2008/160/5/4/Scene_Girl_by_Screamo_Parade.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs22/150/f/2008/028/e/7/Scene_Queen__Emma_by_lovelyxtragedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs22/150/f/2008/028/e/7/Scene_Queen__Emma_by_lovelyxtragedy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs9/150/i/2006/047/e/b/Scene_by_xlollirotx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs9/150/i/2006/047/e/b/Scene_by_xlollirotx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs30/150/i/2008/129/1/a/Scene_girl_by_Jezz_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs30/150/i/2008/129/1/a/Scene_girl_by_Jezz_x.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Please don't take this blog into ANY offense. Just at least stand OUT if you're going to choose to do a picture like any of the above. Otherwise it will look just like everyone else's and you all will be part of the NORM, which I believe is the reason why these types of photos were taken, to stay AWAY from the norm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-4752450844646790033?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/4752450844646790033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=4752450844646790033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/4752450844646790033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/4752450844646790033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-original.html' title='BE ORIGINAL!'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-6292833277021106481</id><published>2008-09-06T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:33:56.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archie Jerome Zulueta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s104.photobucket.com/albums/m187/aletabaranza/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rofl2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://s104.photobucket.com/albums/m187/aletabaranza/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rofl2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sCToFrGMYT"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kXzRtET_WI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kXzRtET_WI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMMz4efS3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/tug0-04sbFA/s1600-h/archiez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMMz4efS3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/tug0-04sbFA/s320/archiez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243091436539403378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[May 2, 1991 - Sept. 4, 2008]&lt;br /&gt;AKA Archibald the Gangster. I miss you like crazy! I know I didn't know you like most people... starting at under 4 feet tall... but I met you at 5'5" and I stay at this height and never will forget you. I met you sophomore year as you got into your daily trouble with Mr. Glassy. What kind of substitute is that? Haha, but you made that time with that weirdo worth while. I'm glad you also got him fired... that creepy man... I remember when that guy in Blackwell's class threw that apple thingy and it hit my lip and I started tearing up cuz it hurt really bad... it was an accident... but you yelled at him until he finally apologized... that jerk took forever. You still succeeded though. &lt;3 I remember every crazy story you told me even if I didn't know what was going on. You really lived your life to your fullest, good or bad. What's best is, you weren't even in that class, but you always made your daily visits. Funny when people yelled "Here comes Margarita!" You would run, duck and hide. I remember one time you ran out of the class and jumped the fence. Which reminds me of PE.. RUGBALL! You were crazy on the field, until I intercepted that ball from you and you yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK?" People do unexpected things, and you unexpectedly and COMPLETELY touched my life.  Oh yeah, and when you pierced Tommy's ear in 3rd period. You always did whatever for a friend. OH and when you saw me outside of class at the lockers you randomly ran out of your class to say hi and mess with my tail.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you left MHS, I would always see you randomly at places.. but never had the opportunity to say hi... Well I did, but I was too shy. I saw you outside on your bike... at the movies... and inside someone's car. I was driving and I looked at an oncoming car and saw a big afro... I thought it was some black guy, nope. It was you. Oh wait there was one time I did say hi, it was at the Hawaiian Festival in SF, remember? Haha I saw the back of some guy that I thought looked like you just chillin' with his people. So I thought to myself, "I swear if that's Archie I'm going to just JUMP on him and say HI!!" Well I'm forgetful, I guess, because you turned to the side and I saw your face. What did I do? I tapped your shoulder and went to your other side. haha, then you turned the right way and I gave you a big hug and said HI!! x] OH AND THAT ONE TIME ON JACLYN! You were in Ferd's truck and you and Rex and whoever was in that car were waving out the windows and yelling my name, haha. You guys didn't stop until you went on the freeway. &lt;3     And that red light made that moment longer. I wish our friendship went on longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH YOU WOULD PLAY MAPLE STORY WITH ME AGAIN! Even though I stopped playing before junior year... I wouldn't mind you calling me a jerk again just so I'd switch to your server. AND MARIO KART! AND POKEMON DIAMOND/PEARL!! I still remember when I named that one fighting pokemon after you, and you named that boy fish after me. I told you it was a boy, but you wanted that one for me instead of the girl because it looked prettier. &lt;3 haha. You still owe me my DS original artwork with my name, but it's all good. I wish we would have a lot more encounters, but the next time I see you is in God's house. So take great care up there. I will always remember you. Watch over everyone who loves you, I know you will. That was one of the things you were best at. You were like a big brother to me, even though you were younger. I miss you and I love you Archie!! &lt;3 I will never say "bye." But I will say, "I'll see you later." =]              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extra: This is a little embarrassing, but whatever. x]&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMM46sGec9I/AAAAAAAAABs/5BpLfNMCSl8/s1600-h/gagagagaaga.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMM46sGec9I/AAAAAAAAABs/5BpLfNMCSl8/s320/gagagagaaga.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243096972111279058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you at the movies, you and your gang of friends were all wearing black. I was wearing black too so I joked with Aimee that you guys were part of my mafia and I was your leader because I was the only girl. And if I took a picture with you guys it would have looked something like this... with more people, but I was lazy when I made it that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And soon as you reach a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And I'm right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;But it's like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067744500159000223-6292833277021106481?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/6292833277021106481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=6292833277021106481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/6292833277021106481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/6292833277021106481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2008/09/archie-jerome-zulueta.html' title='Archie Jerome Zulueta'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMMz4efS3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/tug0-04sbFA/s72-c/archiez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067744500159000223.post-1209957336870138642</id><published>2008-03-30T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:20:16.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trojan Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 28, 2008 was another year of Trojan Olympics. We worked hard, but got third place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD JOB JUNIORS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NJdNXiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fpS_DNcbdN4/s1600-h/DSC07053_%5B800x600%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NJdNXiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fpS_DNcbdN4/s320/DSC07053_%5B800x600%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183431191236009506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NZdNXjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tDT20sOn6rU/s1600-h/DSC07057_%5B800x600%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NZdNXjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tDT20sOn6rU/s320/DSC07057_%5B800x600%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183431195530976818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NZdNXkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7kY5ETloVXw/s1600-h/DSC06775_%5B800x600%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NZdNXkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7kY5ETloVXw/s320/DSC06775_%5B800x600%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183431195530976834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Partner: Edgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NpdNXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b9Xhagt2fRM/s1600-h/2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NpdNXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b9Xhagt2fRM/s320/2008+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183431199825944146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besties: Aimee and Delana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NpdNXmI/AAAAAAAAABE/i95GJIuxYV0/s1600-h/2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NpdNXmI/AAAAAAAAABE/i95GJIuxYV0/s320/2008+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183431199825944162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="235"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Xf54BTca8s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Xf54BTca8s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="235"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/9067744500159000223-1209957336870138642?l=aletabaranza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/feeds/1209957336870138642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067744500159000223&amp;postID=1209957336870138642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/1209957336870138642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067744500159000223/posts/default/1209957336870138642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aletabaranza.blogspot.com/2008/03/trojan-olympics_30.html' title='Trojan Olympics'/><author><name>ale tabaranza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10482494072759831716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/SMNhOv1wuaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXLTDx-xHKg/S220/me!.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suAqHP_je7E/R-8_NJdNXiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fpS_DNcbdN4/s72-c/DSC07053_%5B800x600%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
