<?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-10474052</id><updated>2012-01-22T03:18:41.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Dolce Stella*~</title><subtitle type='html'>~*BE A STAR*~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>345</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-8040507534419254059</id><published>2008-11-06T21:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:23:25.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Hola back. So I haven't been here in a while, and Im even wondering if people visit this site. But yeah, the truth is that, I don't even have time to write here stuff LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So what’s been going on in my life. Well, fall is actually great. Is November and Im loving the weather. In 60's every day, is fantastic. Yeah there are some rains here and there, but it doesn't bother me much. I just really hate that it gets dark around 5. I hate it. I barely have energy when I see getting dark so fat. I get off from work around that time and it makes me think that wooo, i been at work forever, feels like 8pm, instead of 5. I don’t even have energy, ehh I need the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So I been having some financial troubles and Im am looking for a second job. I honestly don’t know how I will manage having to wjobs and school, and some other activities, but I should be fine. I am just worried about my schedule for next semester. My registration day is pretty late, and I’m scared that i wont be able to get the classes I need and want.. ehh.. hard life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The Fiebre Latina Fashion Show that was on Oct 24, was great. It was a nice show, and being the first time presented by the Latino Society of Baruch College, it did a great job. Course, the reviews in the Tickers newspaper bashed the show completely, and did not give credit that it was the first show put up by the LS and it didn’t have a big budget. Oh well, next year it will be great. I am not going to be part of the models, (i don’t know, maybe). But i want to say that for one of the scenes, I will present my design collection. I’m working on sketches now, and sure over the spring and summer will be creating them. I’m really excited and looking forward for the next year Fashion Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Hmm, by the way, about a month ago, I pierced my nose. Yeah it was very random and exciting. I thought it was going to be very painful, but it hurt a pinch. I enjoyed it. Now i got a new diamond stone, and i love it =) (my mom rocks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Boom............. exciting for winter vacations. Will plan some interesting things to do =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-8040507534419254059?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8040507534419254059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=8040507534419254059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8040507534419254059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8040507534419254059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-741553781667801124</id><published>2008-08-19T21:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:48:40.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love poems???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So.. I don't really like writing love poems, but here are my two best so far.. written a WHILLLLLEE ago lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Looking for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When the sky above you is dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You feel like falling in a box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sinking in an endless bottom without any clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A cascade full of pain crushes your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Laying at the bottom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Of a deep dark hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hopeless you ask for a hand from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A sun to laminate your path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A fragile soul that needs some love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fearing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Something screams inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Questioning where would we be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I feel like it’s a waste to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But at least I’m expressing the pain inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Thinking about you makes me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I want to get inside and take a peak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When it rains I think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Fingers are shivering without any clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I want to hold your hands tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And this pain I want to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Maybe we will never make it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Because we are always in a stormy weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sometimes I want to tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But I am always full of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-741553781667801124?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/741553781667801124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=741553781667801124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/741553781667801124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/741553781667801124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-poems.html' title='love poems???'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-3125279468628539489</id><published>2008-08-14T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:51:13.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, but I live now only with my mom and dad. Yes my grandma, relatives and cousins are in Europe. And is even sadder that not all of them are in Moldova. Some left to live in Madrid, some in Portugal, some in Italy. They are like spread all over.&lt;br /&gt;Since I moved here, I missed two weddings of my two closet girl cousins of all. It makes me so sad that I can cry right now. They were like sisters for me, and now one of them will have a baby by this November, which is so cute. I am so happy for her. (btw, I think both of them are like 26) Thank god I have another girl cousin that didn’t get married, yet. Hope not. I can’t miss her wedding. LOL Well she is my age so I know she won’t do any wedding any time soon. Well at least that’s what I believe. In Europe they will consider a girl old if she is nor married by the age of 25. I think it is ridiculous. 25 is still young to get married lol. WOW.. I am so never going back there. LOL I know even at this age of 20 I will be made fun on. Some of my cousins at the age of 21 got married, and look at me, I don’t even have a boyfriend. I can care less. I love my life. I am doing all the things I want to do, and taking it slow. Thanks god I have two older brothers left in Moldova, and they didn’t get married. Yayy I miss them!&lt;br /&gt;It may sound strange but I think is so cute when my friend that is 20 is dating a guy and he is 32. They had been a couple for over 4 years now. I look up to them. She is an awesome human being, and he is also a very nice guy. I met him only once, and I hope to know him better. I adore them. Another couple I know, the girl is 21 and he is 30. They so adorable together. I think I even have millions of pics with them together. Sorry Angie, but I am not stalking you guys. lol I think this is a perfect combination, is a balance, cuz all the younger guys are so immature, and is true. Uhh :-P&lt;br /&gt;So, back to family. Today I had a moment. I almost started crying at work. I miss my only grandma that I have left; she was like a mom to me. She basically was the one that took care of me, when my parents were always away. Then I miss my cousin that is a sister to me. She is only 7 months older than me, and is so funny that when we were younger we used to fight all the time, now we miss each other the most.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah I miss the gathering around with family and have dinner. I miss the free time my parents had and we used to visit our relatives, like my dad’s brothers. I miss spending holidays with the whole family usually in the country side. I miss going camping, going to the mountains, etc, etc. And course, I do miss my childhood friends. I still keep contact with some of them, but a few. Those are the people I knew them since I was 6, and with some of them I went to school with them till I moved here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I would so go back to visit all of them. But I would not move back to live there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-3125279468628539489?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3125279468628539489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=3125279468628539489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3125279468628539489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3125279468628539489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-my-family.html' title='I miss my family'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-4882353520719466671</id><published>2008-08-14T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:50:35.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Summer passed so fast, and I am back to college in a week or so. I don’t even want to think about it. My schedule is hectic. Mondays and Wednesdays I will be getting out at 7:20pm, and then Tues and Thur I start at 7:50am. I will be dead. Thank god I have Fridays off from college, but then I work all day :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very mad that I took a summer course, which I ended up failing. Sucks ass!!!!! I am a loser for wasting one month going to school in the summer, and wasted money for my class. I could had bought myself a new laptop  aaaaaaaa Mad!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, leaving the frustration behind. I loved this summer at the end. I went to South Beach with my best friend. It was awesome. 10 days was wonderful. Our hotel was 1 block away from the beach and like 20 min away from the night life, Lincoln road, shopping and dinning. Not bad. The weather in Miami is crazy. One minute is sunny and the next is raining. But I loved it. For a few days it was showering but then our last 5 days was awesome. Sunny!!! I felt like I was outside US, which I loved that. I was hearing Spanish everywhere I was walking, Italian, French and much more. I know I hear a lot of mix of languages in NY, but Florida had a different atmosphere. People were so nice and kind. We met so many people and became good friends, that I have a whole contact list from Miami. Next time I am going on vacation there, I will only purchase the air line tickets, no hotel. I can just stay at their houses. LOL Great!&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the whole vacation was the parasailing. It was awesome. So much adrenaline before I went in the air. It was crazy. Then me and crazy Kat decided to rent mini go cars, but they were actually mini scoters. None of us had a license, but the guy let us drive even with a permit. Yeah it was insane driving around the city streets. Obvious, I almost crashed two times. I love speed, but that little car was going 40 miles an hour. LOL soo little. But it was funny. I could not stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I went out every night, and I can even tell what the best places to go are.  Mango Caffe was great. All the Latin life is there. Great music, live dancers, men and women, all ages and good food too. Tantra club was very nice. You can dine there, and at night is a nice mini club with great music and live music too. Mansion is a great club. Loved the selection of dance music. On Wednesday there was a Brazilian Swim Suit Fashion show, and on Friday night, DJ AM was there. He was great. I loved him, and especially his entrance, intro. LOL. Prive is a good club, good music and spacious. Opium was a pretty, with an outside dance floor which was cool. But I think is way too hot in the summer. But it liked it. Nikki Club probably is overrated. They say the best nights are on Sunday. Yes it is always packed. Very pricy at the Nikki Beach or Club. I loved the atmosphere LOL Cameo was a good club, almost like Mansion. hmmm…. What else? Blue Martini was a nice bar, and they do have live music like Jazz and Rock. The best places to eat that I been so far was Rosalina, a great Italian restaurant, Nexxt which was awesome. Their portions were huge. Sushi Samba… delicious, Abokado… good but expensive lol.. hmm and there are many more on Lincoln Road…. It looked almost like I was back in Europe. Sweet vacation. Wow. I can’t believe I talked so much about Florida. But hey it was great. And this is not all. LOL I really want to go back. =) ahhhh memories!!&lt;br /&gt;Soo then I came back to NYC for two weeks, and then hopped to Atlantic City with my three good friends LOL. It was a good weekend getaway. We got there on a Thursday night, which was so bad. I was disappointed in AC. We went to Taj Mahal and the club Casbah  was closed on Thursday. We then went to Borgota to Mixx and Mur Mur and it was also closed. The only night club that was open was Providence, which was okay. OMG I can’t believe all the time I was there, I had no good dance from anyone. Can anybody dance???????????? Ohh and the funniest part… a Mr Grandpa was there hhah he was hilarious. LOL The net day was better. Went to the beach for a bit ahhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so during the day me and Precious decided to go do some shopping, to get soda, water and some snacks. So we end up at this small grocery store. It was funny. A random guy was like “Yummm Chocolate and Vanilla” hahahaha that cracked me up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So, I took Precious to see the sexy boys from Thunder from Down Under. She loved it. Heheheh yes I did too…. It wasn’t as exciting as the first time seeing them. But still good hhahahahah ;-) Oh , then later that night was crazy. We went to Mixx, Mur Mur which was the best, then Casbah… ohh I didn’t like it at all. And then I think me and Kat stopped by some club above House of Blues at our hotel. I forgot the name, but there were no people. Was it because it was passed 3am or was it because it was bad. Anyways… so we left to our hotel pretty soon… Next day was a very long day. So much traffic going back home, it took us a while, over 5 hours. So all this time I was thinking that finally I can go home and relax, felt very exhausted. But no, once I got home, I had to clean my apartment because it had one inch of dust from the construction, it was horrible. I felt like moving out to a hotel till they fix it all. Thank god my dad came to help. So when I thought that nothing can go bad anymore, I was wrong. There was a huge argument in the family, which crushed me, felt asleep like 4am. Next day was bad too. When I came home from gym, I had wet flip flops because it was raining out, so I fell down the stairs soo bad, that I cut my knee till my bone. I could not walk for a good time…. I was very scared that the disk above my knee may be cracked…..but I was fine late. Well at least someone made my day. One sweet message and I was happier. I honestly did not even think that person will respond back heheh. Later I felt bad for leaving AC too soon heheh =)&lt;br /&gt;Soo yeah………… omg I write too much. But sometimes I get into blogging a lot. My summer went fast, but at least I got do to all I planned, and I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is finally getting in order which makes me extremely happy. I’ve been living in a mess and in boxes since May.. ahh =(. In a few weeks I will be leaving to DC for my friend’s b-day. I am very excited actually. A good weekend getaway before college starts again. Ahhh…&lt;br /&gt;Since this summer went good as I planned. I have good plans for this fall and winter. I’m deff going to Vegas for Thanksgiving, and in January prob going to Mountain Vermont for snowboarding. I really miss it. Well… if I get what I need soon before New Years or even before spring, I may go visit my aunt in Spain in April…. Keeping my fingers crosse&lt;/span&gt;d LOL&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/10474052-4882353520719466671?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4882353520719466671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4882353520719466671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4882353520719466671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4882353520719466671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-08.html' title='Summer 08'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-3142830524688178369</id><published>2008-06-03T10:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:07:48.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fair colleges?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So, read the article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://finance.yahoo.com/college-education/article/105175/The-Billionaire-Universities"&gt;http://finance.yahoo.com/college-education/article/105175/The-Billionaire-Universities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Why our society labels these Universities, like Harvard, Stanford, Columbia, NYC, and many more, which are Ivy League colleges as being the best in the country. Fine, let them be the best, because of their reputation, highly classified professors, and because of their extremely high tuition. Despite all these, it doesn’t mean that colleges across the state are any worst. When these graduate students seek for a job and they have a Harvard diploma, of course they will get the job. And why? Because of the damn label. A person from a city college having the same diploma, same GPA, and curriculum, will be less likely to get the job, compared to the Harvard graduate student. It aggravates me so much. I bet that students from any college can become a millionaire or even billionaire. They just have to accomplish. And why also a Harvard student becomes a billionaire. Isn’t it obvious his family is already wealthy, just because he attended Harvard? So many students apply into Harvard, but so little get it. Course the administration looks at the student’s income, so they accept him because they wealthy or rich. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;And why that is the gov’t will only help the big Universities and not the small one. Yes, they look at the accomplishments, but don’t you think that is a minor school will receive more help, they may improve. It is exactly the same when the gov’t will help more a city than a small town.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is completely not fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-3142830524688178369?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3142830524688178369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=3142830524688178369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3142830524688178369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3142830524688178369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/06/fair-colleges.html' title='fair colleges?'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-5814233347250445160</id><published>2008-05-27T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:55:18.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean people</title><content type='html'>Oh... how much I hate the New York subways..... so many people just stare at you. I don't understand... what's so interesting that they are looking at. I understand a glance and thats it. But when a a dumb guy, ugly, and ahhhhh not to be racist, but short Mexicans... so they stare like that have never seen a lady in their life... It pisses me off. I know Spanish, and I get everything they say. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. I sent a form for Time Warner Cable a few weeks ago, for the management superintendent office to get a new account. Oh gosh, I waited weeks. If i wouldn't had called today, god knows when the bitch would had processed the information. While I was on the phone she processed it for me. God damn, and this Friday they will finally install it. aaaa.... that made me so mad.&lt;br /&gt;I still did not get the new stair case installed. My room is a wreck. I still have clothes in boxes, which is a disaster..... I AM MORE MAD.&lt;br /&gt;soo.. I was getting out of the subway through the turning long bars, like a door. A man was standing there, an MTA employee. I pushed the metal bars, and it didn't work. Duh obvious it was closed. And the man behind it was just looking at me. Like he could not tell me it is not working. I was a few feet away from him, and it is only one exit, course I am going to go through there, goddamn it!!! Not only I bumped into the exit, but I had people behind me... gosh, what a moron.&lt;br /&gt;I totally hate the new person that took over my desk, so now I have to work in the back on the working table on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, cuz of him. Ah he is such a moron. I left my keys on the desk on Friday. So then I came back to get my keys, but since the office closed earlier because of the holiday, everyone left, besides him. I was lucky to see him behind the glass door so i called him to open the door for me. He gave me an attitude why i called him. Excuse me, I said... I forgot my keys. And he kept asking me, then wouldn't i be able to come in without them. YES MORON, that's why i came to get my keys back!!! jeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really bad day..... and not to mention the weather. Humid and raining. Plus I need to run after work to shop for new gym clothes and them go to the gym... aaaaaa!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a relaxing time. I start summer classes next Monday. So soon, I have only this week to rest. Thats not enough. But the month will pass fast, so then I will have one month and a half vacation, before fall semester LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-5814233347250445160?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5814233347250445160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=5814233347250445160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/5814233347250445160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/5814233347250445160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/05/mean-people.html' title='Mean people'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-6209968498175730877</id><published>2008-05-21T15:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:04:55.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the guitars cry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why the guitars cry?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you know why the guitars cry?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their memories have been hurt &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, love tell them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That what happened is not lost.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why the guitars cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the birds know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter chords&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did they lose?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On the streets only love floats in the air&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are bitter without him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's asking, asking for someone else&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guitar is crying…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why the guitars cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun is rising&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds are singing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my pain&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/10474052-6209968498175730877?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6209968498175730877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=6209968498175730877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6209968498175730877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6209968498175730877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-guitars-cry.html' title='Why the guitars cry?'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-5010487635706452847</id><published>2008-05-21T14:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:45:46.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect sTRANGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A perfect stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect stranger is who you are.&lt;br /&gt;A simple name is what I know,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like I want to cross the bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me from the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;With a tender look and a sweet smile,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know what I am feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reply back the time is not what I want,&lt;br /&gt;What happened, happened and I have to move on,&lt;br /&gt;But a love seed I want to plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As they say that age does not matter,&lt;br /&gt;Love does not have a limit,&lt;br /&gt;So then lift me off the ground&lt;br /&gt;Fly with speed,&lt;br /&gt;And make our love more profound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&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/10474052-5010487635706452847?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5010487635706452847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=5010487635706452847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/5010487635706452847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/5010487635706452847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-stranger.html' title='A Perfect sTRANGER'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-5848338888262454830</id><published>2008-05-21T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:45:03.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams I look for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fallow me in my sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, where are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for you in my dreams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can tell you how much I want&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you to look at me with your soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And answer me with your heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I want you here next to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can always comfort you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly only with one wing without you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always looking for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where are you my love?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart is burning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your tender eyes are not speaking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams I look for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fallow me in my sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, where are you?&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/10474052-5848338888262454830?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5848338888262454830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=5848338888262454830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/5848338888262454830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/5848338888262454830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-2888593739416010569</id><published>2008-05-21T14:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:39:49.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on the rainy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I don't know if people in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; noticed something what I did. The city should have recycling umbrellas. I am serious, LOL. Even though it does not rain so often in the city, but when it rains the winds are crazy, and let me tell you something, the umbrellas are shitty. Every time after a rain, you walk on the streets and I swear next to a garbage can which is located on the corner of every street, you will see an umbrella in it. One time I saw four, one next to each other. The umbrella companies should start making better and durable umbrellas, and at the same time more comfortable. A good umbrella is like huge, and com on, a New Yorker does not like to carry a umbrella that is big. I just though this was a pretty funny interesting thing I noticed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Recycling Umbrellas &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;!&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/10474052-2888593739416010569?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2888593739416010569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=2888593739416010569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/2888593739416010569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/2888593739416010569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-rainy-days.html' title='on the rainy days'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-4027910344010712059</id><published>2008-05-20T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:53:01.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohh goshh. please disregard the Random post i posted a while ago... total bullshit. That boy was not for me... ohh I dont feel like writing, cuz I know I may write an entire post about the relationship, but I decide to skip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a person that gets over somebody fast, i never had strong attached feelings towards somebody. I dont even know what is wrong with me, but i realized that is not me... is the other one. I dunno when and where I will find the right one... I will live the liva loca till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dios mios when i look back at old blogs, I want to kill myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways.... i was really foolish.. god damn... i must wrote about my every single move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I grew up a lot in the past 1 year. I have experience s much.. more than enyone could had experiences. I am going to get back to my writing.. maybe name the new grown up life.. So much different, so more spontaneous, adventurous, and wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catch up with you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am at work.. i wasnt supposed to be here LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-4027910344010712059?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4027910344010712059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4027910344010712059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4027910344010712059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4027910344010712059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/05/recap.html' title='recap'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-19979689915040599</id><published>2008-02-03T14:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:56:41.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kool things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6YccmLIFnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9WGq3UtE7Eo/s1600-h/2+all+my+haters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6YccmLIFnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9WGq3UtE7Eo/s320/2+all+my+haters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162845300435981938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6YcZ2LIFmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BNiQAffylsQ/s1600-h/unprefect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6YcZ2LIFmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BNiQAffylsQ/s320/unprefect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162845253191341666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6YcUWLIFlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Y_glaJcNETU/s1600-h/worst+n+best.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6YcUWLIFlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Y_glaJcNETU/s320/worst+n+best.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162845158702061138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6YcP2LIFkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VruUgbFCHyw/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6YcP2LIFkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VruUgbFCHyw/s320/happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162845081392649794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-19979689915040599?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/19979689915040599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=19979689915040599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/19979689915040599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/19979689915040599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/02/kool-things.html' title='kool things'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6YccmLIFnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9WGq3UtE7Eo/s72-c/2+all+my+haters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-281236436326803547</id><published>2008-02-03T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:54:33.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6Yb1GLIFjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/S_u_-sy0ZPQ/s1600-h/CIMG4411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6Yb1GLIFjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/S_u_-sy0ZPQ/s320/CIMG4411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162844621831149106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe this was on Thanksgiving hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-281236436326803547?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/281236436326803547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=281236436326803547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/281236436326803547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/281236436326803547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R6Yb1GLIFjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/S_u_-sy0ZPQ/s72-c/CIMG4411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-8830799556084728882</id><published>2008-02-02T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:45:07.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My question is- What is love? How does it feel since I was never in love. I was the type of girl that loved to play around. Every time I had a different crush. i was scared to commit. When i found a good guy, I ended up breaking his heart. When I found the cool guy, and thought about steping more serious, i ended up broken. Didn't really matter cuz no strong feelings were attached. So one time I  learned not to get attached too fast, not to trust anyone too fast, and I always kept my distance. Now with whatever guy I am, and I have sweet thoughts, i always stop myself. I keep my distance. Thats how it's been since the guy who broke me apart. Now I totally found a guy that I can't explain how I feel. i was minding my own business when we met, which was very sweet. I felt happy and I still do. I am treated right, and just being around him makes me feel good.  He left and I thought I will not miss him cuz it will be only 11 days. But I was wrong. I missed him the second day. Why I had thoughts all the time? I am questioning myself since I got to a point, that makes me wonder what is it? And honestly I am scared to death. Scared of everything. People been telling me to just let it go, and relax, fall for it. But i a horrified. What if I am cursed, and I get the same cycle every time. Sometimes people get into between and makes me so mad, because it will stop me form trusting. It will not hurt him, but I will end up hurting myself. I will always think about it, and even jealousy, and it;s the worst. .. anyways... this is my mission. What is love? hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-01-26-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;What is about people's insecurity that brings jealousy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Why people always intend to think something wrong. I know a an the bit jelous type, but only when I have a good reason, in general I let slide things. unless you treat me bad, I give the same vibe back, just as a payback, lol. And I am the type that i wil treat people the way I like to be treated. i understand when u wanna chill with ur guys or so on, I do. I dont exaggerate, and so on. I don't trust someone that will lie to me. if i make a mistake, or something that bothers me I always say it, but i has to have a good reason, little things dont affect me.  I will work on it, so ppl wont have to be so god damn jelous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-01-28-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Does each dream have a meaning? How do we explain thier symbolism? Is it the way out mind deals. Like you dream about certain things that you coult not front with them in reality, so you deal it them in your dreams. or even like fantasy likeable dreams, that makes you wanna smile when u dream. Or is it stuff that are happening in real like, like a mini dejavu. My BFF had two dreams and the meaning of it came true later. It scares me, but it is true. i also am the kinds person that have intuition. Really strong feelings, and I do not realize it they are true till it happens. now odner I get mini thoughts outta nowhere, that what if this happens, what if this happens, lemme prepare for this event, and when i do. Later on it does happen It makes no sense to me. I am super scared. Should i fear my dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-02-01-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-8830799556084728882?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8830799556084728882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=8830799556084728882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8830799556084728882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8830799556084728882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-23133132210864314</id><published>2008-01-18T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:28:02.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dat thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Trust no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fear no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-23133132210864314?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/23133132210864314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=23133132210864314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/23133132210864314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/23133132210864314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/01/dat-thing.html' title='dat thing'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-6712497831821899663</id><published>2008-01-02T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:00:36.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;0ohhh how can I start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it was all great. Finished college, the stressed went away soo good, and I can't believe one semester it's done... crazy... lol Cannot wait for the second one to start. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;anyways. Vegas with my bff and mom was awesome. And the saying, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." well it's kinda tru for the part. Yes there are soo many people that come to get away, and yeah get laid, do stupid stuff. But for our behavior, none of that happened. I had my fun, and honestly maybe hoes will go there and look just for a person to hook up. Nope baby, I enjoyed my stay. Even though during the day was so boring, because all the people are probably sleeping in their hotel rooms from the last nite, and no one is walking on the streets at noon. Maybe there are some tourists, but I dont like to put up with all that. i may walk one day up the strip and that's it. i really also do not like to gamble. I never never had luck in winning money. Never. So i dont even lick to mess around with it. hehehe. Well overall the stay was super awesome. C;ubing everynight, LAX, TAO and CATHOUSE, for the three nights. Magic show " Extreme Magic" with Dark Arthur, i believe, and a strip kinda show, Thunder from down under, which was super hot =) that was a hella experience LOL. Thanks for my 21 year old ID... jee without it, u can't really do nothing much there.  a few, a few, and soon ima b 21 lol... ohh gosh, I really did not understand why parents bring their lil kids to vegas. Vegas is a sin city, sexual, prostitution is legal, hmmm i mean ? idk.. there is no cool places for kids, it's not Disney World... wow but whatever heheheh... fuckign love VEGAS, and i am soo planing to go back there again, maybe at the end of the summer, cuz during spring break, im soo hitting FLORIDA lol... yayyy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;PPL in Vegas are so mean. Seriously, everyone is fucking mean, unless if they wanan get wit u... jee it's either who u know, how much money u have, or how u look..... waaaaaaa fuck ya all hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;love mii best friedn!!! always there for her, and love mii mama!! awwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-6712497831821899663?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6712497831821899663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=6712497831821899663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6712497831821899663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6712497831821899663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2008/01/vegas.html' title='vegas'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-1730276243790498224</id><published>2007-12-02T12:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:04:55.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>playing dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1LlSBO-thI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oeQLxMJ3De4/s1600-R/Copy+of+CIMG4617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1LlSBO-thI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-THCB_iEAhM/s320/Copy+of+CIMG4617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139422222514828818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I am tired of studying.... Did u notice that STUDYIG ends with DYING? I don't think that was a coincidence ... yeahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-1730276243790498224?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1730276243790498224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=1730276243790498224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/1730276243790498224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/1730276243790498224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/12/playing-dumb.html' title='playing dumb'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1LlSBO-thI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-THCB_iEAhM/s72-c/Copy+of+CIMG4617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-2658962425791391397</id><published>2007-11-29T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:17:15.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>History and Govt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Does History actually exist. I mean we are aware of events that happened in our own life time, such as personal events and also events that happened to people close to us. But in general, is it all the truth? Is it what actually had happened? Are the images portraying a right fact in your books? Are all the description really accurate? Is all the real history is held by the Commission of Truth, or is is actually given to us. I do not think so. I mean the Government really controls the media and uses it too, but it also controls every aspect of your goddamn history. I started to realize that I do not believe History actually happened as it is written. Example. Lincoln did not really free all the slaves. The person that really started all this movement was DuBois a major person, and not only known as the first African American to obtain a PhD from Harvard. So yeah. It makes me realize so many thins. And the quote that says something like, The past is what makes the present, or the history is what makes the present. Well I think it says that, because since the Govt controlls the history, they expose it in a way, that we all want to see it, and in the way they like it. And of course this is what makes the present. We say that we use major leaders' forms of creating a hierarchy. Bullshit, you don't even know what methods they used. Tell me how then Egyptians had so many awesome and still undiscovered ways to built those pyramids. It is still unknown. And no body in the present will be able to construct one. It is impossible. I am thankful for that. People now a days, are not smarter. They are smarter in technology only, because this is basically what rules the world. If a person is not technical wise, doesn't mean they are dumb. In the past, they did not have cell phone, and any other electronics. And look what wonders of the world they have created.  Anyways, so back to HISTORY. Hmm well i guess to really create a movie about past, only documentaries and gathering members, and reporters that have been part of a specific event. Everything is recorded and passed on.You cannot go back now and rip pages from the book and create a new history that happened 500 years ago. It is impossible. Yes you can go now in the 1980's chapter, and add a whole new history. Because it is recent, and there are millions of events that people are not aware if it.  There was always always a war, and there is still war. Wars never ended. It doesn't matter if it was a civil way, world war or a genocide... so yeahh...... I have the government from the bottom of my heart. I hate the politics, and debates. They only can debate and care about money, and collect taxes, but do not do anything for the internal problems. All they care is spending billions on weapons to protect the country, cuz we wont have a country if we wont be protected.  Well morons, don't go in other countries digging for a war, because this is what will cause attacks. Just stay inside and make your country and make a better country. Mind of your own business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-2658962425791391397?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2658962425791391397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=2658962425791391397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/2658962425791391397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/2658962425791391397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/11/history-and-govt.html' title='History and Govt'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-3832221166694757355</id><published>2007-11-29T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:33:59.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's so funny how people change. How some new people enter in your life, and become your friends, and some old friends since childhood become total strangers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I do not appreciate also the fact that some people you find yourself spending a few time with them, even a little time every day, they assume a certain thing about you, they assume your personality, when in reality you actually do not know nothing about me. In High School, there was a person that always told me I was thing and that, assuming and telling things, even if it was in a form of a joke. It is so funny, because I hear it and I laugh and say no. but the person does not even believe it. Trust me, if you get into my shoes, you will so take everything back, and even apologize.. soo yeahh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-3832221166694757355?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3832221166694757355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=3832221166694757355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3832221166694757355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3832221166694757355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-change.html' title='things change'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-4070753098175162782</id><published>2007-11-18T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:42:57.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm so freaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;;-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-4070753098175162782?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4070753098175162782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4070753098175162782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4070753098175162782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4070753098175162782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-8703113882913833938</id><published>2007-10-25T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:44:28.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my lasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hmm... yeahh well. The name says it all. You know some people say, Live your life, like it was your last day. Well basically this is what I am doing. Not really actually ding everything I WANT to, but almost there. I walk differently now. I see so many things arund, and I do not take it for granted. Halloween is coming, and it will be my last one here. I honestly dont want a big thing. I just want to celebrte it decent, nice and memorable with my closest friends. I am tired of being surounded of people that do not care. And if they don't, why should I.  Now i chose better with who i want to hang out; with who I want to see a movie; with who i want to get lunch and so more. Why waste time with people that don't care. So this is how I am now. I wish people see this, and those that care will dedicate time to you; to listen; to hang out; and to talk; and most important, to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Halloween homies LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-8703113882913833938?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8703113882913833938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=8703113882913833938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8703113882913833938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8703113882913833938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-lasts.html' title='my lasts'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-895309193754463232</id><published>2007-10-18T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:27:17.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop vs America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why is Hip Hp under attack? Why the American society has targeted it? Does Hip Hop embody a bad image? Does it insult other? Why should they take all the blame?&lt;br /&gt;Between Hip Hop and street gangs or crimes, is no correlation. I could even say ZERO. Hip Hop just rhymes about street gangs, about the society how bad it is. They don’t make it bad. They do not influence any minorities. Hip Hop itself it is influenced by the world around. And how come America is going to stand up now, and blame Hip Hop for street violence and many more, when actually Hip Hop sings about what is going on in the world. The government should first take care of that, and then take responsibility about what Hip Hop is about.&lt;br /&gt;Some artist chose their own style, their own words, and it is already to the public to be the audience. If an artist chooses to write about in the streets, well let it be. A lot of people will be able to relate to that, because it is the reality. If an artist picks to write about money, and power, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Now you are going to wonder bout the words that has created a contraversary. Hoes, Bitched… hmm what they mean to each individual, it will be taken differently. Hip Hop does not put the women’s value down. Just think about this. How many times you found yourself in a circle, and a woman will call on her female friend, a bitch. Was that attributed towards her negatively? Probably not. But then why when it comes to Hip Hop lyrics it is a battle of disrespect. I am not saying that some rappers should not be responsibility for what they say, yes there are some. And there should be probably an extended limit.&lt;br /&gt;Also, how can u judge an artist only by a video? 0Ohh big deal, there are half naked women n the video. By the way, those women were not forced to be portrayed like that in the video. They had a choose. If they choose to be exposed and carry themselves like that, then let it be. Don’t judge a rapper by a 4 minute video, and you can already jump to a conclusion about their life, or personality, based only upon that video. Only!&lt;br /&gt;Was Hip Hop only, or is Hip Hop only addressed to colored people. Nope, it never was. Hip Hop was created from different genres of music, funk, jazz, pop and has created this awesome, powerful genre, called Hip Hop. It is a multi cultural music that was created in the West and over time has influenced the Eastern nations. A colored person listens to it, Hispanic, white, Chinese, Indian, European, Jewish, you name it, and it is there.&lt;br /&gt;Now, about how it is attacked. Drug abuse is a huge issue. Just face it. Racism is built in our minds, even though you do not realize it. It affects our cognitive thinking and it is conditioned by the cultural deficiency. The statistics showed that when asked the US population to describe a crack head, how it looks like; 90% described as African American male. Is just that a coincidence to my topic or it does represent it. And when you look at the statistics of the drug use in Seattle, 71% is white that abuse cocaine. The rest are Black and Hispanic. Then explain why the rate of arrest it is 60% being black? Is it because the prototype we have in our mind affects the way we picture a drug user, could it be because of the space open, that white people will not get caught because they intend to do it in a close place, where Hispanic and black are doing more in the open?&lt;br /&gt;Does this somehow link that Hip Hop is being under attack. Look at the latest news. Lil Wayne was arrested because he was found with marijuana and some other illegal substances. Why him? Why did he get caught? And I bet that the society will do so many things so that they can close him or put him on probation for more than 3 years. When meanwhile Lindsay Lohan when she was accused for the possession of cocaine, she poor girl had one year probation. Big deal. Why so?&lt;br /&gt;This is causing anger in me. I want to stand up for Hip Hop, and give a punch in the face to the society to wake up, and stop being so prejudicial.&lt;br /&gt;[sorry for writing a lot, but still not enough. I will need sources to back up. Hahah this is just me, my opinion] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-895309193754463232?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/895309193754463232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=895309193754463232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/895309193754463232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/895309193754463232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/10/hip-hop-vs-america.html' title='Hip Hop vs America'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-2391075378731103017</id><published>2007-10-14T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T17:25:14.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up call....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hmm..... It is damn hard for me to start this, and it may be the longest post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Starting this summer I feel displaced.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I do not know where I belong; where should I go; where will I end up; what will happen to me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What am I talking bout? here is why i said all these..... Since I came here, I had to accept the fact that it was only for a period of time, for three years.  When I started to get a taste of my new life here, I threw it all away. I blocked the fact that I will have to face the fact that I am going to go back. I did my best in High School; took advantage of all the possibilities; and even got myself into a pretty good college. Also last but not least, I got tight with really awesome people. And imagine this. It is not hard for me to pack and leave. But I also think about the others. How bad I will hurt them? This is breaking me. So yeah, I blocked it so bad......... that I probably live in my own world. Ignored my parent's talk, and everything around me. Ask me now a few questions about my cousins names, and far aunts. You will get a black stare from me. Ask me a really complicated word in Romanian or even a simple saying.. I will look at it like I came from another world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One thing that pisses me off is that I did my best to get into college, and study here. And now for what? I could had taken my HS Diploma, and didn't give a shit about a Regents Diploma, SAT and college application. After ceremony, come home and pack, and I could had gotten back.  Knowing that when i got there to apply to a University, the things that I got here would not matter at all. I could easily pay my contract and my tests and I am there. Easy rite? And I know all about this. But no........ I studied my freaking brains out, I got into a college here, and to quit in the middle of the year or even after a year, it will aggravate me so much; knowing I could had traveled, work or even chill all this time, cuz when i go back, the college experience from here would not matter there.~~  Fuck, fuck and fuck again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am still blocking this though now. I go to school, I have fun with my friends and enjoy my time. But when I come home and I lay down in my bed before, I cry myself to fall asleep, asking those questions that I wrote in the beginning.  It is so damn hard for me. This stops me from so many things. Ohhh.... I don't even know with what to start. Im cutting down on my spendings, knowing that i have to save, and when i leave I want to spend like over $2000 on shopping-clothing. Also I am saving because I want to see a bit more of US before I leave. I want to go to Las Vegas and Miami- my main ones. Maybe with luck I want to go to Los Angeles, Atlanta, DC ... maybe. .................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am just writing my feelings down, I am not asking for help or support. It is my damn problem. and I am trying everything. I am still pending for my Student Visa, and that is taking so much time. Probably till December. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;0o0hh man and I had, yes I HAD so many dreams. Hmmmm when  I think about the dreams i HAD, I slap myself now, so I can wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I AM SO SORRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I also see my dad getting prepared more than ever, and my mom too. they bought a piece of land there, and they are thinking about having a house or themselves. My dad is buying a car soon for the whole family. A car that I will be able to drive, my mom and himself. This sucks already, cuz the one I wanted huh, he will not get it. So we ended up in the middle. I guess it's pretty fair.   What else.. 0ohh some many things. My mom has canceled her credit cards, because she doesn't wanna pay them before we leave, and she just wants to have no dept, just her own debit card. 0o0hhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I feel now like I wanna quit college, because at this point it makes no sense for me. Maybe I will end up not going to spring semester, and I know that for sure. After December, after my finals, I am going to work to get money, travel meanwhile and enjoy the last months. Hmm i want so many things... and hahahah [from a book] I am just going to hustle and sell cocaine. Gonna get up to $10 000 a month.,... lmfaoo..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so hard. I practically became so cold; a person without a heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;FuCk My LiFe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yoo.. dont get me wrong, I am not complaining either. I freaking love my love no matter what. I never missed anything materially, and i have the best people around me. And I am thankful of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sometimes I just have to accept it. Not everything is going to be how I hoped, and I just have to take it like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0ohh by the way, this is an awesome quote.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No matter how many years you thought you knew a person, at the end you actually don't even know him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This does not go for me cuz  I am not fake. I have created a new person here, and those who been with me all this time, knows how I am. [forget the person I was in the past, that has just helped me built who I am TODAY]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That quote goes more for the people, you did not know their past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This still didn't wake me up. I am still going to live till the last day of my departure [which I hope will never happen], but ALL I am saying, is that I will still be the same. It makes no difference if  I tell everyone I am leaving now or then. The only difference is that, now, you will just cry and be miserable. I prefer to cry the last day and have the best time now till then.&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/10474052-2391075378731103017?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2391075378731103017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=2391075378731103017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/2391075378731103017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/2391075378731103017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/10/wake-up-call.html' title='wake up call....'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-6264172836964649373</id><published>2007-10-06T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:54:45.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hmmm... I am going to write some random thoughts ... I honestly don't feel like composing stories or anything else that happened to me or yada yada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;People say- It's never too late.. ohh yeah bullshit.. Sometimes it is just too late.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;College is not as easy but it not as hard as some teachers in HS told us. Ohh fuckk.... no matter where you study you may end up working in an office with people that went to HARVARD or Brooklyn College.....wow... same degree... and you know what is the difference.. U SPEND UR DMAN MONEY... !! I really do not want to graduate and have to pay my loan... 0ohh i will shot myself. Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; I go to a good enough college.I go to Baruch.. and I love it!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I lost the belief in love... is there such thing... not.. maybe not at my age, or who knows.... I mean... will I ever find someone that actually will care about you without being obsessed..... to like you and still give you your space..... be funny and smart without being immature...... hold your hand no matter what.... surprise you with nice things not with stupidities.... be down to earth not act fake that he is a gentleman.... and also not forget good looking.. Bullshit when ppl say that looks don't matter.... yes they do.  A man will always want to marry and spread their genetics to a younger, healthier and prettier woman.. DUH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Life it's far beyond a complicated subject.. so please let's not waste time to talk about it. Life it is just a play and we are the actors... unscripted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-6264172836964649373?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6264172836964649373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=6264172836964649373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6264172836964649373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6264172836964649373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-7583373666879958494</id><published>2007-08-22T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:35:17.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>racism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I always seen this happening in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eyes &lt;/span&gt;and I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;not liking it.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, I hate people that are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;racists&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;......  You may probably walk on the street and think I am a typical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;American person that is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;conceited, snazzy and rich&lt;/span&gt;. First of all- I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;white American. I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Caucasian&lt;/span&gt; which is a different descent and different point of views. Second, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;conceded bitch that is fifthly rich. And last, but not least- I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;racist&lt;/span&gt;. I never was, and  I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;be. Today on the train I saw a white lady... so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;trashy&lt;/span&gt;. She was sitting alone on the chair till some black people came and sat next to her, and across her. On the next stop the lady jumped and changed carts. How freaking &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;rediculous &lt;/span&gt;is that. How can u &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;discriminate &lt;/span&gt;people like that. it is not fair, because this is what leads them to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;low &lt;/span&gt;self esteem and always the though that they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt;compete against "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;" people because they don't have the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;. I mean the past was past, now face it. Everybody has &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;equal &lt;/span&gt;rights even though there are a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;prejudice &lt;/span&gt;happening. All &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ethnicities &lt;/span&gt;have a equal right in reaching what they want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt;.  White people don't rule the freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;. They maybe be good in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;politics &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stocks&lt;/span&gt;, but this doesn't mean they are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;center &lt;/span&gt;of the world. They are good in what they are. Black people are good in sports, are good in rapping and are good in investing and anything else. They are great artists in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIP HOP&lt;/span&gt;, which a white person will NEVER BE. White people are into rock, and let them be. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hispanics &lt;/span&gt;are good in meringue, salsa, bachata, reggaeton music, which a white person will NEVER be! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Correct? &lt;/span&gt;Well there you go. Everybody has their place, and sorry if I missed something else or I stereotyped, because I mentioned only music, because this is what came to my mind right now. But my point is that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Everyone &lt;/span&gt;is able to be whatever they want. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;when they will judge you by your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;background &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;race&lt;/span&gt;. I am European and excuse me that I have an accent, but this doesn't mean I am stupid or stereotype me that I listen to House and Techno music. Hell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking &lt;/span&gt;No. Every person has its own taste. And yeah I am all full &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hip Hop, R&amp;B&lt;/span&gt; girl!!! so what you have to say about that. That I don't fit in because I am light skin... or I am so called "white" ... anyways..... back to those haters ... stop discriminating... Jeeeee... from my point of view.. sorry but I love Hispanic and Black people. I don't like hanging our around all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;people.  I feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;weird &lt;/span&gt;and completely &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it is because I went to a HS with only Hispanic and black people and I am just used to. I may sometimes talk like them, and when I am around white people and i will say something like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ghetto&lt;/span&gt;" , it doesn't mean I am not &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;INTELLECTUAL&lt;/span&gt;.  This is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;problem &lt;/span&gt;with everybody. We live in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;new era&lt;/span&gt;, we should all get used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mixing &lt;/span&gt;races. I do agree with that. hahahah funny ... I though to myself that I will marry a person a different race than I am... yess and if my parents will disagree, which i think they will not.. I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;care. It is my life, and I do what &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I WANT TO DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;TRULY LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-7583373666879958494?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7583373666879958494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=7583373666879958494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/7583373666879958494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/7583373666879958494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/08/racism.html' title='racism?'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-6564636296389677704</id><published>2007-08-14T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:51:23.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke Kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RsJ4Dn-r9QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aqfE2D6glXc/s1600-h/smoke+kills+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RsJ4Dn-r9QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aqfE2D6glXc/s320/smoke+kills+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098769731803673858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah... put together by me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i guess it speaks for itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-6564636296389677704?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6564636296389677704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=6564636296389677704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6564636296389677704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6564636296389677704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/08/smoke-kills.html' title='Smoke Kills'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RsJ4Dn-r9QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aqfE2D6glXc/s72-c/smoke+kills+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-3818603225895331793</id><published>2007-08-12T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:30:43.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something I found interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This is what I recently read in my horoscope for this week. It's so weird but I find it amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"There are some people that will never change. But the only way you can change is by cutting them out of your life."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Well my response is..&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Either love it, or give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[for the both ways]&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/10474052-3818603225895331793?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3818603225895331793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=3818603225895331793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3818603225895331793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3818603225895331793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-i-found-interesting.html' title='something I found interesting'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-3906849264447567867</id><published>2007-08-04T19:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:19:44.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUGz3-r9PI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jKyUh-AJuUQ/s1600-h/CIMG3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUGz3-r9PI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jKyUh-AJuUQ/s320/CIMG3841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094986041709556978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Summer is about to come to and end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I went through new looks and styles. Found myself sometimes into moments that I did not know what to do; yeah boredom and laziness. I did not do nothing amazing from this summer. Well, maybe some thing were good. I got myself a few months to finally relax. Last summer I had college classes and this summer I backed off, because college starts and I want to be refreshed and full of energy. And I already see it coming. Instead of watching Tv whole day, I go to work more often. My position has gotten so much better. From an Intern, going to a Part Time employee at a million dollar company.  I also started again to design, and the most that inspires me is Music at the time. I hear lyrics and from there I keep coming with new designs. Also even traveling on the subway, walking on the streets, passing by the beach board walk, etc. I feel like i want to carry my scrap book and always add something new and new. But i do it when I am home. It's so funny that when i design I love to have my ipod on me and lying on my bed. This is how i design. Not at a desk, not outside, not on my huge kitchen table. I do it all in my bed. I spread my materials all over and I draw. So funny hahaha... anyways. .... I guess this is a quick recap of what  I did. Ahhhh.... lol going to the beach a lot. I love getting tanned.. for some reason I don like being light.. huh..... im silly. w.e. mayb cuz I like dark skin boiiz hiiih [tru true] it'z me.!! LOL... I hate August, it's so humid and crazy.. hate it. I cannot wait for fall =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Okay mii peeps..... maybe I will start writing more...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;~Stellz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-3906849264447567867?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3906849264447567867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=3906849264447567867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3906849264447567867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3906849264447567867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-review.html' title='summer review'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUGz3-r9PI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jKyUh-AJuUQ/s72-c/CIMG3841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-8107042851519424030</id><published>2007-08-04T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:21:41.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUF13-r9OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kmCUXTCqigw/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUF13-r9OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kmCUXTCqigw/s320/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094984976557667554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUFxn-r9NI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GwGjqvgpZRs/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUFxn-r9NI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GwGjqvgpZRs/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094984903543223506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUFon-r9MI/AAAAAAAAAGY/S2Z4h5o3HQw/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUFon-r9MI/AAAAAAAAAGY/S2Z4h5o3HQw/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094984748924400834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUFhH-r9LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_uq-IQdXAUU/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUFhH-r9LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_uq-IQdXAUU/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094984620075381938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;0ouhh ohh.. I haven't been here in a while... hmm.. I put up some graduation pictures  LOL finally done with H.S. and going to College. What can I say? I am super excited to get into a new path, maybe a path where my future will be clearer, well at least more stable. LOL. we will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;High School has been an awesome experience. I got to do so many stuff, experience new things, and of course learn new stuff. I was involved in anything that interested me only. What was awesome but didn't catch my attention I didn't do it.  I made new HS friends that are still remained in my life.  I went through ups and downs; the life's path....... hmmmmmm I AM DONE!!!!!! MADE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-8107042851519424030?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8107042851519424030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=8107042851519424030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8107042851519424030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8107042851519424030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/08/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUF13-r9OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kmCUXTCqigw/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-4627344075637228164</id><published>2007-08-04T18:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:59:01.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcy's B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUEd3-r9KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tW0KmBrbyrI/s1600-h/PiiC+397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUEd3-r9KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tW0KmBrbyrI/s320/PiiC+397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094983464729179298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUEWn-r9JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Tuz-T3dDVYg/s1600-h/PiiC+399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUEWn-r9JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Tuz-T3dDVYg/s320/PiiC+399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094983340175127698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUEQX-r9II/AAAAAAAAAF4/nqp7GpaiHu8/s1600-h/PiiC+387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUEQX-r9II/AAAAAAAAAF4/nqp7GpaiHu8/s320/PiiC+387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094983232800945282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUEJH-r9HI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aD2pRWkJYG4/s1600-h/CIMG3754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUEJH-r9HI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aD2pRWkJYG4/s320/CIMG3754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094983108246893682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUD3n-r9FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QMuGYC-b-3k/s1600-h/PiiC+353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUD3n-r9FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QMuGYC-b-3k/s320/PiiC+353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094982807599182930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUDy3-r9EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UpOZAgx-VQU/s1600-h/PiiC+341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUDy3-r9EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UpOZAgx-VQU/s320/PiiC+341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094982725994804290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;AWESOME FRIENDS last a life time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOVE U mii GurLs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-4627344075637228164?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4627344075637228164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4627344075637228164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4627344075637228164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4627344075637228164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/08/marcys-b-day.html' title='Marcy&apos;s B-day'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RrUEd3-r9KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tW0KmBrbyrI/s72-c/PiiC+397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-2471103286012389630</id><published>2007-07-21T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:24:12.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some kool songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/c0jx2ZtZVm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/c0jx2ZtZVm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="290" wmode="transparent"&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/10474052-2471103286012389630?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2471103286012389630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=2471103286012389630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/2471103286012389630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/2471103286012389630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-kool-songs.html' title='some kool songs'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-4718951920190834110</id><published>2007-06-17T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:23:33.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RnXQZUnWKpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o1AbpWRLwB8/s1600-h/CIMG3353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RnXQZUnWKpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o1AbpWRLwB8/s320/CIMG3353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077193288379148946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-4718951920190834110?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4718951920190834110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4718951920190834110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4718951920190834110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4718951920190834110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/06/beach.html' title='beach'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RnXQZUnWKpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o1AbpWRLwB8/s72-c/CIMG3353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-6082259199880056919</id><published>2007-06-15T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:45:10.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP ME HOWARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://cw11.trb.com/news/local/eveningnews/wpix-howardhome,0,2387349.htmlstory?coll=wpix-home-nav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;OUR PROM STORY&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/10474052-6082259199880056919?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6082259199880056919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=6082259199880056919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6082259199880056919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6082259199880056919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/06/help-me-howard.html' title='HELP ME HOWARD'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-913617418144582772</id><published>2007-06-07T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:24:50.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what famous movie kiss am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Spiderman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/spiderman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have always been standing in your doorway. Isn't it about time somebody saved your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-913617418144582772?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/913617418144582772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=913617418144582772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/913617418144582772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/913617418144582772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-famous-movie-kiss-am-i.html' title='what famous movie kiss am I?'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-1205573549504174763</id><published>2007-06-07T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:21:21.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>inner beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Feminine Beauty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/feminine-beauty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make any guy feel like a man, simply by standing next to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a classic womanly appeal - and you've got a look for every occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean that you can't kick back in (designer) jeans and sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just prefer to be girly and sweet as often as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Beauty Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-1205573549504174763?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1205573549504174763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=1205573549504174763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/1205573549504174763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/1205573549504174763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/06/inner-beauty.html' title='inner beauty'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-4150171396018229227</id><published>2007-06-07T22:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:11:37.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my element</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Element is Metal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerelementquiz/metal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power colors: white, gold, and silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: contracting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your season: fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are persistent (and maybe even a little bit stubborn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see something you want, you go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of strength, and it's difficult to get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very logical, you tend to analyze everything going on in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-4150171396018229227?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4150171396018229227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4150171396018229227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4150171396018229227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4150171396018229227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-element.html' title='my element'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-3789127609765032536</id><published>2007-06-04T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:51:27.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How.???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't get myself sometimes. I may sound so absurd right now but I want to write it down. I am 5'4/2'' and I weight 120 lbs. When I am in school and surrounded by my friends I feel super skinny and tiny. When I am in the street alone, i feel like i have a good body, and when i see myself in the mirror too. But in fact I have low esteem for my body. When i am around my Best friend, which is tall [5'7'' and 130 lbs] I feel really fast. She has an awesome body, modeling's type. She is proud of herself and makes me feel so low. I do not know what to think. I freaking don't eat A LOT sometimes so i can leave my stomach. Fuck cuz i have it doesn't mean I am fat. Am I? I do not know what to think. I mean I exercise to get in shape and toned up and I am liking it, but again when i enter a store and i see better looking bodies, i feel like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;eww.. i dont wanna sound so low. Cuz ther are times i feel better, because you know what. I have boobs and i have an ass. I should be proud of that. At the end I am thinking sometimes that I do not wanna be skinny stick like runway models but not overweight either LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;so I get to a conclusion, that I AM DAMN CONFUSED. hihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-3789127609765032536?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3789127609765032536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=3789127609765032536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3789127609765032536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3789127609765032536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/06/how.html' title='How.???'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-4217917827484455367</id><published>2007-05-27T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:09:34.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>* Patry on the yacht *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;too bad we did not take that many pic on the boat.. but we had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blast &lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RloBbV27i5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/eXjVtPt1LII/s1600-h/Prom012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RloBJV27i2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/a6gZgRXZy7U/s320/Prom007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069365590556904290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RloBBV27i1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/GoteoabEQBU/s1600-h/Prom011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RloBBV27i1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/GoteoabEQBU/s320/Prom011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069365453117950802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-4217917827484455367?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4217917827484455367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4217917827484455367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4217917827484455367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4217917827484455367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/05/patry-on-yacht.html' title='* Patry on the yacht *'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RloBbV27i5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/eXjVtPt1LII/s72-c/Prom012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-7586406189464554231</id><published>2007-05-27T17:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:05:41.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Mii Hollywood Prom ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE U ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*MEMORIES F0R3V3R*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;~CLASS OF 2007~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RloAU127i0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-Ag-FdJyu7A/s1600-h/Prom078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So many reasons why I hate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m writing this not only to say what I think, but what I say its true, after observing it close over a year, and to also open your damn brain. It is right that when you are so caught up in your bf thing, you intend not to listen to your friends that care. There is a thing u have to learn that whatever a close friend tells you it is for a reason same thing of what you dream. Dreaming is like a way of understand your unconscious mind what u cant do it in reality and cant confront it, so that why it happens in your dreams.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maybe you may read this and forget about it, or you may take this and understand word by word. I am not exaggerating and I am not making anything up. I am not hating because it makes no sense of hating on an unhealthy person that is empty headed, you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;t all started since this year on my birthday………. How can he be so selfish not coming to my birthday and go out and exercise. Luckily she liked that because she had fun without him anyways. She did not make a big deal out of it, when on the other side is this would happened to him, he would had bugged the whole night. When she is at my house, we have a good time, girly time. He calls every fucking damn hour. Next time I hear that phone ringing more than three times a day while she is with me. I swear I will throw it and smash it. You are just checking on her. She is with me, what can it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the beginning he was jealous at me because you were with me. He is so unconfident about you, paranoid that she will cheat on you. How the hell she can cheat on you. She is with me, is she ever does this, she knows how messed up she will be and how I will not talk to her. This shows how much you don’t trust her. You think she goes to club and fucks everybody. Are you serious? Whatever she does, or how ever she has if, it not about hocking up, what a damn moron he is. Oh by the way. I you Kat read this, you know I have a long way, this is not even half. And if it happens that he is reading this, here is a message for him &gt; Keep on reading, and if you hate me, and you think all I say it’s because I want you both off, you are wrong. I say all of this from what I observed, and from what came from her mouth, she is just too week to tell you. She will kiss his ass to say sorry and not continue with the drama, and same thing with him. Saying sorry, listen &gt; Talk is cheap!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing that makes me mad is the lack of education. I hate drugs from the bottom of my heart. If I say drugs I mean illegal drugs. Everything starting from weed and so on. How the fuck she wants to get high. This pisses me off more than anything. There is so many ways to have fun and feel good without alcohol or weed. And one more messed up this is that, if she asks for week, he will get it for her. ARE U AERIOUS. You are her boyfriend, aren’t your supposed to stop her from taking drugs. This means he is a fucker too. If I had a boyfriend offering me week, he will be ex the next day! REDICULOUS. Maybe I think different than you do. Well it because then I have morals and I value myself. On the other hand all you do shows the minuses from these values!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you say that on one day you are the greatest couple on the planet, the next day you feel like letting it go. This shows your insecurity. You say you expect more from him. Well darling, your expectations will never meet your needs. If you feel that way and it didn’t come true, this means it will never. He is not the same as you are, and this is how he is. He said he will change, but he will not. That talk you had about changing and doing this and that it was just cheap. It was in a way like manipulating you. And talking about manipulating. He is already. Cuz the jealousy for me was because he wanted to take over the BEST FRIEND. When you have friends, boyfriend, family, they all are PART of your life. He wanted to be WHOLE of your life. Hello. She has a life, college, work not like him. I don’t even know what he cares about. And those are his problems. I am not judging, cuz I don’t know him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The night for a club for my birthday, he wanted all the attention on him. Cuz he could not make it to club, doesn’t mean she cannot go with me. Then again ya both started to argue being so disrespectful the fact that you knew it was my birthday and I had to stand in a line or on the side alone and watch bunch of new Yorkers passing by on 42 street when he knew that your best friend is there, and he taking you over a convo that was ridiculous was disrespectful. He is selfish god damn it! Sometimes he does it in purpose. When you are at my house, me and you talk. Riinggg.. a phone call from him, ahh he is bored, and he want to talk to you, knowing the fact I am there. Dumb ass, doesn’t he have other friends?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A great example of how talk is cheap was at the restaurant past Saturday. He said he was going to change, but it showed how it was useless. I was surrounded by polish people, tried to have fun and keep a conversation with who I could, and trying much not to interrupt you from him. At the end of the day he was still not satisfied with it. Meaning I took her away from him. I know how much he can not stand me, and I feel it. Stop trying to cover it, cuz it will never help. He said you paid more attention to me than to him. I mean, no body made an effort to say ONE word in English so obvious I was just staring around. And all he wanted is to have you, you and you. Have respect for the others too. We all are in a restaurant , its not like he will grab you and just cuddle, be respectful to her parents too. Showing his ego is really immature, and stupid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You saying so many times how much you want to break up./ This never happened. You are so light minded, and you get manipulated so easy. It is because you are so unconfident, and you do not know what you want. All you do is college, work and him. I never saw you doing what you love to do. You can find a hobby and practice it after school, work or anything. Hang out with friend from work, have fun and meet new people. I have never saw that happening. All after school or work it has to be him. Or the reason that you cant hang out with people from work or college it is because of him. He is too jealous, God Damn it, he is a psycho. No matter how sweet he can be, and make jokes around me. But inside he is not that person on the outside and how he acts. He acts nice to win everybody’s heart. But imagine how it is being married to that person. WOW. Too controlling. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes I think you are being the same like he is. When you told me you wanted to move out and find a roommate. You wanted to do it with a &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;friend. And then he tells you he wants to move out too, with his best friend. You jumped and bugged out for him not telling you and why cant he move in with you. Hello first of all you just being selfish, cuz all this time you said this and that about him, and now you want to move with him. Let him do what the hell he wants. You acting now like he does. OMG. YA KIDS SOMETIMES. Make up your god damn mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t even know how you will take it. All I said was what I think. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you say you are scared to be alone and not be in a relationship. I think that is bogus. I mean there are so many things you can do, not only sex. Huh. You can find something to do, more time to yourself. Shit, I been single for over a year. And it was my best year ever. I didn’t need no tail tied up to my ass, no calls like “why didn’t u call me”, because I had a busy day and you were not on my mind because I had other things to focus on. I am going to college and now summer is coming. I will have so much fun. And sorry, if we both decide to go to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, I don’t want him crying this and that, and I don’t want him to come. But obvious ya again will argue and then he will be calling like million times a day. But I will pick up the phone and tell in the face to fucking stop bugging out, or damn throw that cell phone in the water. I so want that to happen. Because I am strong and I am not scared to say what I think, because this is who I am. Saying something you don’t mean, its not being true to yourself. And being true to yourself&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;make you more confident.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You tell me sometimes one thing, and then you so insecure and tell him other thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;OMG my damn fingers hurt. WHY I have this upon my hearty. Well the reason is why, because I am tired to see you like this. I am tired of all the time when havinmg a conversation with you. It is about how psycho he is, and this and that. Have I ever had a conversation about how much you are happy, and how wonderful he is. Nope, never. I want to hear something romantic. I want to hear real feeling. Where did this disappear. Sorry but then it comes to a conclusion that he is not for you. And no matter how hard for you it is to let this go and realize it, it has to happen. If no then you will suffer. He will never change and this is how it is. You ignore to accept it, cuz you are being so loose sometimes. Don’t be scared of being alone. You need to learn so many things, and damn take opportunities. Look for what you want. Take classes, I don’t know. I don’t even know what you really want for a career.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I don’t know if this was useful, but I been typing thing and typing.If you don’t listen, then I am sorry. You will ever be like lying to yourself and have a pain inside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I LISTEN TO WHAT PPL HAVE TO SAY BECAUSE IT HAS TO BE WITH A REASON. I DON’T SAY THIS BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE HIM, BUT I DON’T LIKE HIM FOR A REASON. And all the reasons came from you, and your mouth and actions I saw. Its not like I am coming up with an illusion story&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life its not a movie when everything comes romantic. And for me it seems you are just existing and not really doing what you want. Look at this&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The difference between great people and everyone else is that great people create their lives actually, while everyone else is created by their lives, passively waiting to see where life takes them. The difference between the two is the difference between living fully and just&lt;/span&gt; existing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Michael E. Gerber.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe at least this will make you think more about YOUR LIFE in general! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Only a person who really loves you will open your eyes and try everything to see you happy. And a “homie” will just tell you to have fun! Having fun and life fully are two different things!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. if somebody reading this tells me I am nobody and how dare I say this. Well screw you. My life if fully created by me. I observed everything with her, and you see it took me a while to pull this out, because I am EDUCATED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-4830678082689488917?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4830678082689488917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4830678082689488917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4830678082689488917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4830678082689488917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/05/million-thoughts.html' title='Million thoughts'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-1150970049131732534</id><published>2007-05-19T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:54:33.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8dnl27ioI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bd_oDXBVPys/s1600-h/cry+alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8dnl27ioI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bd_oDXBVPys/s320/cry+alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066300671829707394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8dWl27inI/AAAAAAAAACw/nt-zpQvCHDA/s1600-h/2+all+my+haters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8dWl27inI/AAAAAAAAACw/nt-zpQvCHDA/s320/2+all+my+haters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066300379771931250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-1150970049131732534?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1150970049131732534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=1150970049131732534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/1150970049131732534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/1150970049131732534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/05/think.html' title='think'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8dnl27ioI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bd_oDXBVPys/s72-c/cry+alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-1753126024449140848</id><published>2007-05-19T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:46:40.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 xoxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8bc127imI/AAAAAAAAACo/fjH_qUR_zXA/s1600-h/CIMG2992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8bc127imI/AAAAAAAAACo/fjH_qUR_zXA/s320/CIMG2992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066298288122858082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Stella's sweet bitter apple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8a2l27ilI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fwon3MSlroY/s1600-h/CIMG2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8a2l27ilI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fwon3MSlroY/s320/CIMG2970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066297630992861778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So this is how we share the throne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8avF27ikI/AAAAAAAAACY/X2j7OhGHakA/s1600-h/CIMG2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8avF27ikI/AAAAAAAAACY/X2j7OhGHakA/s320/CIMG2942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066297502143842882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I just found the place where I belong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-1753126024449140848?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1753126024449140848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=1753126024449140848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/1753126024449140848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/1753126024449140848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-xoxo.html' title='&lt;3 xoxo'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8bc127imI/AAAAAAAAACo/fjH_qUR_zXA/s72-c/CIMG2992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-8913908579401108651</id><published>2007-05-19T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:39:47.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TATTOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8Ze127ijI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EB4Z9znhdN8/s1600-h/my+kooly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8Ze127ijI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EB4Z9znhdN8/s320/my+kooly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066296123459340850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time, a girl under the name of a Star, born on the 4th Month and a girl under the sexxines of a strawberry, born on the 12th Month, have been friends for the past 4 years. Shared tears and laughs, went through ups and downs and are sister for life. On April 29th, the courage has come in the heart and decided to leave an unforgettable cool mark. So they decided ti get matching tattoos.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The story just reflected the meaning of the tattoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-8913908579401108651?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8913908579401108651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=8913908579401108651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8913908579401108651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8913908579401108651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/05/tattoo.html' title='TATTOO'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8Ze127ijI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EB4Z9znhdN8/s72-c/my+kooly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-9164609054483654325</id><published>2007-05-19T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:34:42.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>s0mE RaNd0m PicS Fr0m Sk0L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8Y2F27iiI/AAAAAAAAACI/8131EuxVIKU/s1600-h/CIMG2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8Y2F27iiI/AAAAAAAAACI/8131EuxVIKU/s320/CIMG2873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066295423379671586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"tReS L0CaS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-9164609054483654325?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/9164609054483654325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=9164609054483654325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/9164609054483654325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/9164609054483654325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/05/s0me-rand0m-pics-fr0m-sk0l.html' title='s0mE RaNd0m PicS Fr0m Sk0L'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/Rk8Y2F27iiI/AAAAAAAAACI/8131EuxVIKU/s72-c/CIMG2873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-3372642680090560850</id><published>2007-03-27T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:50:15.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz I can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeayy I am back, cuz I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I know you all missed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes, back to talk shit, just deal with it LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You all can kiss my ring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;maybe you can learn a couple of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I will even try to school your dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;rolf rolf rolf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hhahha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeah you can see I am bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nah I don't play by your rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I make my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;noo this aint a lyric, and I aint trying nada. Just bored. I needed some come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahhh I am soo tired of my Intern, i wanna wuit soon and yess man go to A&amp;F, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skol been horrible, I am so lazy, I dont even feel like going anymore huhhh suxxx....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna summer, yesssssssssss summeer. beaches, party, fun, sleep lol, shopping, ayy relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes i got ino BARCUH, well not a really big deal, but this is where I wanna go for the first year. Then definitely maybe transfer some place else. FIT? USF? Maybe? lol or maybe not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey my parents left last weekend like from Friday till Sunday. I handled the house pretty good. I felt good, even cooked [for the first time a good meal], did laundry [all by myself, with my bff help] THX SIS for coming. love ya....  I was even surprised, and proved myself i can handle living alone. I wish i can move out, yeah my n my Katinka, that would be awesome hehehe. maybe maybe  [couple of years for me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;OMG soon I am turning 18. i know not a big deal, but I do feel a bit different though. heheh can't really explain it. Maybe it is because it's justa  label that we get stamped with when we turn that age? Or is just our thought about that label? hmm anyways.... soo yeah i really want to get a tatttoo on my _________ [SURPRISE FOR LATER] so yeah, let's hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterss people. I just buzzed really fast&lt;br /&gt;mwahhzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-3372642680090560850?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3372642680090560850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=3372642680090560850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3372642680090560850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3372642680090560850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/03/cuz-i-can.html' title='Cuz I can'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-8447494012294512074</id><published>2007-03-26T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:36:16.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghYtQTXXBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sgBXV63BagI/s1600-h/CIMG2641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghYtQTXXBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sgBXV63BagI/s320/CIMG2641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046380916962188306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;naughty hahah.REtArDs&lt;br /&gt; guess who is showind da finger LOLS [not me hahah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghYUATXXAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EAxUj3kJExk/s1600-h/CIMG2588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghYUATXXAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EAxUj3kJExk/s320/CIMG2588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046380483170491394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Noo.. don't look at the bottle. hahaha I am there in the background lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghYIwTXW_I/AAAAAAAAABs/idl9Wg4yVhc/s1600-h/CIMG2564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghYIwTXW_I/AAAAAAAAABs/idl9Wg4yVhc/s320/CIMG2564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046380289896963058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sexxiest sisters luvzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-8447494012294512074?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8447494012294512074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=8447494012294512074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8447494012294512074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8447494012294512074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghYtQTXXBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sgBXV63BagI/s72-c/CIMG2641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-8048271261468502248</id><published>2007-03-26T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:29:42.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>track jacket. WIHS hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghXMQTXW-I/AAAAAAAAABk/TdA78iksTeU/s1600-h/track+jacket+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghXMQTXW-I/AAAAAAAAABk/TdA78iksTeU/s320/track+jacket+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046379250514877410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yayy mah gurls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghXGwTXW9I/AAAAAAAAABc/_iHEpNFHq4w/s1600-h/stella+%26+eddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghXGwTXW9I/AAAAAAAAABc/_iHEpNFHq4w/s320/stella+%26+eddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046379156025596882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hahah me n Eddy, ymmyy good banana &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-8048271261468502248?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8048271261468502248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=8048271261468502248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8048271261468502248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8048271261468502248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/03/track-jacket-wihs-hahaha.html' title='track jacket. WIHS hahaha'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghXMQTXW-I/AAAAAAAAABk/TdA78iksTeU/s72-c/track+jacket+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-2025305848900004418</id><published>2007-03-26T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:17:15.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghT0ATXW8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Fufpbir1E6s/s1600-h/Mii+PiiCsZ+1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghT0ATXW8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Fufpbir1E6s/s320/Mii+PiiCsZ+1328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046375535368166338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;PoOr Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghTqwTXW7I/AAAAAAAAABM/CmpJ2wZPLw8/s1600-h/Mii+PiiCsZ+1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghTqwTXW7I/AAAAAAAAABM/CmpJ2wZPLw8/s320/Mii+PiiCsZ+1331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046375376454376370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"YoU sAy Im A  bItCh, LikE iT's A BaD tHinG"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"DrAmA quEeN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DiDn't EsCaPe, tHeY jUsT GaVe Me A dAy PasS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghTjgTXW6I/AAAAAAAAABE/BfXoisb1UtY/s1600-h/Mii+PiiCsZ+1301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghTjgTXW6I/AAAAAAAAABE/BfXoisb1UtY/s320/Mii+PiiCsZ+1301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046375251900324770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: courier new;"&gt;LoVe yA AlL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghTfwTXW5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Es3aX3guD9I/s1600-h/Mii+PiiCsZ+1297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghTfwTXW5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Es3aX3guD9I/s320/Mii+PiiCsZ+1297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046375187475815314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;The SeXi TrIpLeTs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-2025305848900004418?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2025305848900004418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=2025305848900004418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/2025305848900004418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/2025305848900004418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/03/twin-day.html' title='Twin Day'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RghT0ATXW8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Fufpbir1E6s/s72-c/Mii+PiiCsZ+1328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-8448677054918747646</id><published>2007-01-22T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:26:06.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty of nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RbVxumG1ZII/AAAAAAAAAAo/e-o2aLnWBo0/s1600-h/Picture+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023046004718789762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RbVxumG1ZII/AAAAAAAAAAo/e-o2aLnWBo0/s320/Picture+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RbVxdGG1ZHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3JZvb4v0VQk/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023045704071079026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RbVxdGG1ZHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3JZvb4v0VQk/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RbVxPGG1ZGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8PPbwk8JmgA/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023045463552910434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RbVxPGG1ZGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8PPbwk8JmgA/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POCONO vacation, '06-'07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-8448677054918747646?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8448677054918747646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=8448677054918747646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8448677054918747646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/8448677054918747646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/01/beauty-of-nature.html' title='beauty of nature'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RbVxumG1ZII/AAAAAAAAAAo/e-o2aLnWBo0/s72-c/Picture+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-776529450866360317</id><published>2007-01-22T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:19:34.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RbVv6GG1ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RIFkssh_3-M/s1600-h/CIMG1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023044003264029778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RbVv6GG1ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RIFkssh_3-M/s320/CIMG1600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ... i don't even know how to call it. Myabe you can consider it a piece of art, but I will consider is as a simple sketch. I was very bored on a saturday, and it hit me to draw again. Since I don't have any art supplies anymore, I use only pencil or pen, whatever hits me. This one I did not use a dot of a pencil to do this drawing. Trust me, I was even amazed at myself, that I can do this. Well as you see, it is not finished, but I will defenetly work on it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-776529450866360317?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/776529450866360317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=776529450866360317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/776529450866360317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/776529450866360317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet.html' title='sweet'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/RbVv6GG1ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RIFkssh_3-M/s72-c/CIMG1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-9069785781049553180</id><published>2006-12-16T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:19:18.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfair and Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I am thinking should I be very explicit or implicit. Well I guess will not matter, because nobody really reads this.&lt;br /&gt;Report Card= Sucked ass. Well I am so embarrassed because my average went down tremendously. You can say it is ridiculous, but no. You don’t understand my situation. Grades has always mattered to me, and I don’t even feel good about writing it here.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them were absolutely unfair, even if it was a good grade too. I had good paper grades and test grades too. And I totally got an unfair grade. The hatred built up, and now I don’t care anymore. The cup over filled, I am too tired to speak and too tired to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;On Friday we had a performance in the auditorium. Oh my god, how bad they sucked. It was horrible, boring and stupid. And you will see I am right. When you come on a stage, you have to be focused; those people should have gotten their act together. There was no passion, no pose in the,. It was just a dead body with no enthusiasm moving their arms stupidly on that stage. This is the answer you will get if you ask me what I thought about it. And I even have to write an essay for my French class about this, and this is exactly what I will say. Why lying when the truth was on the surface? Maybe the only danced I liked was the last one. That’s it, period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-9069785781049553180?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/9069785781049553180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=9069785781049553180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/9069785781049553180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/9069785781049553180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/12/unfair-and-passion.html' title='Unfair and Passion'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-4432457774546922621</id><published>2006-12-11T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:47:52.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on searching</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been high I've been low &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been fast I've been slow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had nowhere to go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missed the bus missed the show &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been down on my luck &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've felt like giving up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life locked in a trunk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it hurt way too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I needed a reason to live &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some love inside me to give &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't rest I had to keep on searching &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been too sad to speak and too tired to eat &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been too lonely to sing the devil cut off my wings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been hurt by my past but I feel the future &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my dreams and it lasts I wake up I'm not sure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to find the light something just didn't feel right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I needed an answer to end all my searching &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look in the mirror the picture's getting clearer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be myself but does the world really need her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ache for this earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stopped going to church &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See God in the trees makes me fall to my knees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My depression keeps building like a cup overfilling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart so rigid I keep it in the fridge &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts so bad that I can't dry my eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz they keep on refilling with the tears that I cry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-4432457774546922621?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4432457774546922621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4432457774546922621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4432457774546922621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4432457774546922621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/12/keep-on-searching.html' title='Keep on searching'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-7282283487326639487</id><published>2006-12-11T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:28:19.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what I have to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;        One subject that I know for a fact that everyone in school it’s talking, it is about the fight and the killing that happened in the Union Square Park. I honestly will say that I don’t give a shit. I feel that the Park should restrict students hanging in the park. It is absolutely absurd. I bet that now people are paranoid to pass by the park during school hours. This is what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-7282283487326639487?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7282283487326639487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=7282283487326639487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/7282283487326639487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/7282283487326639487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-i-have-to-say.html' title='what I have to say'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-213821737267182828</id><published>2006-12-07T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:30:13.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISUNDERSTOOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can’t stand the sound.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of fear.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away in the middle on no where.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy going through a world&lt;br /&gt;Where everything is misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Fortune it is not the word for me&lt;br /&gt;Either does struggle.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where do I belong.&lt;br /&gt;But as I remember&lt;br /&gt;Life it’s not about finding yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Life it’s about creating yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I care less of the people below me what they think,&lt;br /&gt;And take more advices from the people above me.&lt;br /&gt;Life makes me itch,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyable and painful at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get some help.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that nobody will ever understand&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;what I think!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-213821737267182828?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/213821737267182828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=213821737267182828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/213821737267182828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/213821737267182828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/12/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-4467106480379353094</id><published>2006-12-04T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:24:29.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deleted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Saturday, I officialy deleted my MYSPACE account. I got very tired of it. The thruth is that some poeple do not admit they are addicted to it. It is like a pill, it makes you feel good, for whatever reason you have, eighter chating with friends, crush, or meeting new people. And then it becomes addictive. Same what happened to me. It was like my morphine, to keep me up everythingle time I get bored or when I come from schoo. I considered it very rediculous. Well, what I say I always do it. So i delted it. But ... I think I will create an account again, but not soon......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-4467106480379353094?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4467106480379353094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4467106480379353094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4467106480379353094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4467106480379353094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/12/deleted.html' title='deleted'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-4731306878040263982</id><published>2006-12-04T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:21:42.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>much love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hey, again. It's been a while since I haven't write something about me. Well This week I got a throat Infection, and I never had this thing before. It is way different when having a cold and a sore throat, but like this all of a suden when I feel perfectly fine it's totally insane. I hate it. It's very hard for me to eat, and swallow, and breathe normally, especially when I go up the stairs in school. Today in my secod period class, I was cold as hell, I tought i was going to pass out. I felt like closing  my eyes and sleep, but I couldn't, I wasn't at all comfortable..... And yeah talking about school. I am so sick and tired of it. Serious, being a senior I am full of it. EWwwwI think it is this Senior Sickness,&lt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I aven't been in a good shape lately. I have no idea, by the way, I meant health shape. I get sick, I get headaches, back pains, and I am on pills now. woww how wonderfull. Grrrrr I feel like taking a break from everything, do somehing that I have to cath up to, and have the whole time. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I never mentioned this topic  before, beacsue I do not reveal my pain and emotions, that much. So i want to write here that for the past year I have been extremly worried about my cousin's health. She's only 18 and she has tons and tons of problems. In the past 2-3 years  she was always on drugs and prescriptions, I mean wow, that girl cannot even take a break. She has heart problems, she had Hepapitis before (i am not sure if I spelled it right), she has some Liver problems now. WOW when she writes me an e-mail about something that bothered her or that she was to the doctor, it makes me cry. And I do cry. I am worried and scared to death that she may not live long and have more problems in the furutre... shes too young. It breaks my heart becasue I pracically grew up with her, we are only 7 months apart, shes older. I was always always with her. but of course she lives in Moldova at the time. Last summer, my parents took her here. They paid her everything, shes like another daughter for my mom. I love her a lot and I miss her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am also very proud at thse time, because my sis (best friend), is working in Abercrombie &amp; Fitch. I mean heello only gouregos people work there, shes AMAZING. Seing her working there, when I go and visit her in the store, its soo cool. I mean it's a high brand , a preppy store, but who carfes... Its cool. I love her. I don't know if I ever said this, but she's my role model......................... and I am always there for her. Love her soo much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am also trying to get a job now at some Itanial Coffe palce/ snackbar.  They sell different kind of sandwaches. My friend works in the one uptown, and on December 20th they are opening one in SOHO, so I already applyed, and now I am waiting for the interview. I want something new for a change. I looked all over in stores, but none of them fit me. I applyed for Toys R' Us, but it's a funny story how I never showed up for the interview. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TAKE CARE EVERYBODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MUCHOS LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-4731306878040263982?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4731306878040263982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=4731306878040263982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4731306878040263982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/4731306878040263982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/12/much-love.html' title='much love'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-6464761773200420883</id><published>2006-12-02T13:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:14:44.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes it has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it’s broken, but it could be repaired&lt;br /&gt;I could never stand and say it&lt;br /&gt;But I guess now the water has spilled from the glass.&lt;br /&gt;It began this summer.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that you don’t like hanging out with my friends&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t like his’.&lt;br /&gt;All you care is about you both.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a movie with you since Phat Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Long time, right?&lt;br /&gt;You know me, and I always love movies&lt;br /&gt;And we used to see all the best new movies and have a night out.&lt;br /&gt;Now you can’t see the same movie twice, cuz you already saw them.&lt;br /&gt;And look where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;Already weak.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t change the direction that would be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy for you and him,&lt;br /&gt;But it seems you totally forgot about me.&lt;br /&gt;When we get together we have the best fun&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not that often how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;He’s too jealous and I need a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;This will never balance.&lt;br /&gt;When I need to talk to you, you always with him&lt;br /&gt;You can’t talk around him.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me sad, and I need to find somebody to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;You may be saying why I just said this,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he gets mad when he calls you and you are with me.&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t realize that his calls are only to check on you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will find another way.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am too used to you&lt;br /&gt;So this is my mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I love you no matter what.. . . . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-6464761773200420883?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6464761773200420883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=6464761773200420883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6464761773200420883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/6464761773200420883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/12/you.html' title='YOU..'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-3615490914062987456</id><published>2006-11-30T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:33:21.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH</title><content type='html'>Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think about death sometimes? About how it feels and what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe you will say that what does this lil kid thinks about death. Well I do, and here is what I think.&lt;br /&gt;I am strongly against Suicide, unless you have no family and no friends. When you do and you have a life settled and you are just depressed which in most cases suicide results from, it’s totally wrong. If you are emotional and very caring you will not commit a suicide. Think about it this way. You will destroy your parents completely. Affecting their lives and after all they have done for you, you will give them back grief. And same thing attributes towards your friends. You can’t just commit it. WOW probably you just of scared of what I said. Don’t et me wrong I never ever thought about committing a suicide, but I did this about what will happen if I die NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Well so now getting to my point. How do you feel. Well this is how I see it. You don’t feel anything. Depends on the situation. But I do believe that the same day you will feel that you will die. …………………. I am sorry I cant write anymore. I just remembered a very painful case that happened on the family, and I just can’t………. I hate death………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-3615490914062987456?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3615490914062987456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=3615490914062987456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3615490914062987456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/3615490914062987456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/11/death.html' title='DEATH'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-383137422616642425</id><published>2006-11-23T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:33:06.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>french class</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s86.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid86.photobucket.com/albums/k91/dolcestella10/WIHS%20videos/CIMG0731.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-5899474081341358533</id><published>2006-11-23T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:22:54.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhattan Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s86.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid86.photobucket.com/albums/k91/dolcestella10/WIHS%20videos/CIMG0733.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-5899474081341358533?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5899474081341358533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=5899474081341358533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/5899474081341358533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/5899474081341358533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/11/manhattan-mall.html' title='Manhattan Mall'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-116092898796764084</id><published>2006-10-15T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:07.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.. than a dozen of roses</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been here in sucha  long time, that I almsot forgot my username and password.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a sunday morning, and I am really bored. In my house its so cold, becasue I ahve no carpets in my room, only wood, which makes my feet to freeze. I have now like 2 pairs of socks on, and a sweat shirt. I really want to go outside. I just can't stay all day in my huse. I think this makes me more tired, and thne when tomorrow I will have to go to school, I will feel like crap and tired.&lt;br /&gt;So let me recap what happened since my last postings from the concert. Well, school like always. I had some problems with Abrecrombie &amp; Fitch. Oh sucha  funny story. I applied there for a job, I went for an interview and I got accepted. I also went to sign some paper woks, plus they set me up for an orientation. A few days after the orrientation I get a phone calle from them telling me that it was a confusion, that they didnt see how old I am, cuz I am 17, they can't hier me. I was pissed as hell. Fuck them. OMG And I was so exited that yeah I will be working there, and plus my best frins got accepted there. soo it was SUPER CRAZY, and I really wanted to buy some Abrecrombie Jeans. ahh this killed me. I was so sad that I wanted even to cry. ...&lt;br /&gt;I also joined Modeling after shcool, with an awesome tecaher. Oh it's awesome, and I really enjoy it. I just love it, no matter how strict is he or how hard can it be. He can suck my blood out, he can make me cry, he can make me feel like shit. but I won't drop out. .. There are old girls, and the new girls, which is me, New girl. and other girls too. Well, we are getting improved and for some reason the Old Girls, are soo tempered and concieded, well... I know you all are better cuz you were there last year and had month of training, and I am just starting, soo WTF its your problem, acting all beyachy. Not all, not alll of them, but some.  ( grr I dont even know thier names) haha&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i took the SAT at Norman Thomas, oh what a crapy wschool, And jeez I forgot my baby calculator int hat room. I just noticed it today. I am soo mad, grr suc suc sux. I have another SAT comming this Nov. ahh Subject Test.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a smile may mean more than a dozen of roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-116092898796764084?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/116092898796764084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=116092898796764084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/116092898796764084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/116092898796764084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/10/than-dozen-of-roses.html' title='.. than a dozen of roses'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115781446682519174</id><published>2006-09-09T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:07.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teddy Geiger's Concert. Sept 7th, 2006- Nokia Theater, Times Square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was awesome, Me and Marcia had passes to see him also before the show and he everybody's posters. At the show there was a pecial performance by Alexa Ray Joel, and for Teddy's B-day, his favorite singer Kelly Rollings, (I am not sure about last name), gave him a guitar. It was awsome. I love Teddy and I loved the concert. ..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115781446682519174?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115781446682519174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115781446682519174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115781446682519174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115781446682519174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/09/concert.html' title='concert'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115781367531086923</id><published>2006-09-09T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:07.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weird and funny situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/weird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO look at this..... Ok let me explain to you what really happened. It was in Union Square, during the summer, probably like a few weeks before school started. It was me, Diana and Ana. So we were chilling, and we started taking pictures. Then i was standing there and Diana came next to me to take the pcture. Meanwhile there this guy came up to me and started huging me so Ana can take the picture. Um and he was heading on me, but do U SEE MY FACE? LMao i was like WHAT THE HELL? LOL diana backed  away, and now look at her face hahahahah. That dude was saying, hey dont u remember me. Um he was a lil but cute, but not THAT CUTE. aww jeez.  It was so funny, cuzx then he called his friend and I was talking to his frien on the phone LMAO hahah but then i left. I like playing around like this, but ummm the guy wasnt that cute ......................... so there you go, and my face looks hilarious....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115781367531086923?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115781367531086923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115781367531086923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115781367531086923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115781367531086923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/09/weird-and-funny-situation.html' title='weird and funny situation'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115651363753720369</id><published>2006-08-25T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:06.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind These Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey back. Yeah In the past time I have been posting only pictures, buy hey i got nothing else t do. I am done with summer college, and now I am enjoying some free tiem before school starts again on the 5th, ahh soo close. I just woke up a few minutes ago, and eating this cake that's soo choclaty umm i just love it. I planned to go to the beach today, but it seems so crappy, and ugly outside, lots of clouds. I guess I 'll b hime, but later on my Hommie Skater Boy is cumming, n I'll chill... bust my ass skate bording =)&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for a job latelly. I so wanna work at Abercrombie &amp; Fitch. They game  me a card to call, and i keep on calling buy no body answers. so yeah there are also other stores I saw. Yeah and that day when i was passing by Bloomingdales, I saw Nicky Hilton talking on the phone and she just passed by me, aww soo cool. I saw he rone time at the premiere of the clothing line in Macy's, but was kind from far, now it wa supclose. She's tall , not unlike other stars, haha mostly are under 5'7'' .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and when i took this picture that day i cahnged my display name on Myspace  to Behind These Hazel Eyes and then i found this picture and it defenetly went with the name heheheh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115651363753720369?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115651363753720369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115651363753720369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115651363753720369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115651363753720369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/behind-these-eyes.html' title='Behind These Eyes'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115595073755897811</id><published>2006-08-18T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:06.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/Picture%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/Picture%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the train,,,, comming from Long Beachhh yayyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/hunter%20group.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/hunter%20group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lol going nutss hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; yaa just chiulling with my girl Marlene =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; aaaaaa i was soo white, lolllll me and my girl Rachell. love herrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hahaha before the show.... aaa  we had the most busiest days we staied there will 8 one day and till 7 all the time in the last week i was exhaused!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9291.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; yaayy look at me the last day rocking... damnn i sm sooo tanned the darkest white girl lamoooooo . Jones, Me, Julian and Jonna, notice  how all the names start with J in the picture, Im the only Stella lol =)) luvzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115595073755897811?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115595073755897811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115595073755897811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115595073755897811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115595073755897811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/class.html' title='the class'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115595027998456188</id><published>2006-08-18T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:06.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>homies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9301.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Thx a lot sis for comming and being there for me. i love u so much, and also thx for my mom, Corina and Tati that came to see my show, sorry i got no pics, aaww, LOVE U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9310.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; this is my dance teacher, ahh he rocksssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9279.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jonny, yeahhh he was a gilr the entire show, shes the marvelous lady, and mt little rachel, awww love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9261.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; this is my beyachh Joanna, haha shes the craziest persona, and soo funny Love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9246.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; yayy me and my homie and partner, Juliana, aww aint she hot??????????????? luvzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9237.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Yeahh Liliana my partner, Nadya, the big gangsta mafia- Big Cheese haha n my, laughinggg LUvzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9235.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Me and my classie Girl, Christine, shes really pretty lol love her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9232.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; yayy thats me and my getto friend Megan aawwww, she got my back, love her,,. miss ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9229.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me and my homie Julian yayy babe......... rock n roll!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115595027998456188?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115595027998456188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115595027998456188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115595027998456188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115595027998456188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/homies.html' title='homies'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115594944786882790</id><published>2006-08-18T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:06.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG9224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG9224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and Angela. The sweetest girl..... with an awesome voice. Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me, Christina, and Angela, and yeayy my sis and her bf in the back. I was sooo damn happy they came.......... Thx, O love you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my crazy scene. Sooo i was a fading star, that was my little doughter in the middle,  of course she was all inocent but a sincer made her really a lady like, and on the left in purple was my agent, Liliana hehe Love u guys, you are the funiiest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The mafia crue. First from left to right. Marlene, Juliana, Nadya- the Big Cheese, Paul, and Angel. awesome crew. LOVE YA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115594944786882790?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115594944786882790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115594944786882790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115594944786882790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115594944786882790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/crew.html' title='the crew'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115594892477828194</id><published>2006-08-18T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:06.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; THE WHOLE GROUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115594892477828194?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115594892477828194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115594892477828194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115594892477828194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115594892477828194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/show.html' title='the show'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115594875171029486</id><published>2006-08-18T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:06.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picturs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/group%20%20%20teachers.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/group%20%20%20teachers.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole group after the show, at the bottom are the profferors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115594875171029486?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115594875171029486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115594875171029486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115594875171029486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115594875171029486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/picturs.html' title='Picturs'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115594866869807746</id><published>2006-08-18T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:06.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awwwwwwww i was nervious before the show hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115594866869807746?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115594866869807746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115594866869807746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115594866869807746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115594866869807746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115594843726884413</id><published>2006-08-18T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:06.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My experience at Hunter College in Musical Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I don’t even know how can I start this. I really will miss everybody. They are the best people I ever met to work in a dance, acting, music and show. Nobody was competing who is better and who’s not. Nobody put you down. No body judged you, and we were all A TEAM. Thank to (alphabetical last name order) – Rachel A, Julian B, Jonas B, Jonny B, Liliana C, Paul D, Jessica E, Alexandra E, Juliana F, Rachel H, Joanna L, Shalay L, Samantha M, Margarita M, Nadya M, Ashley M, Angela M, Marlene S, Christina T, Megan W. I will miss you guys. My professors, Musical Director- Susan, Dance- Steven, Acting- Sara, Movement- Stacey, Pianist- Nicky, Coordinator- Jenny, Director- Allyn. Thank a lot!!!!!!!!! The first week was really hard and crazy. The time passed really slow, being there from 9 am till 5pm. The second week was really good, we started knowing each other more, I had so much Fun. I loved all my classes. OMg I don’t really wanna write here a lot but I wanna summarize everything. Sooo. My music class was challenging, and I really appreciate the work that Susan did. She really did teach us the techniques and the process through singing. I know I am not a good singer but I enjoyed it. LOL. Nick, was a great Musical Theater History Teacher and same time out pianist. He was great; he’s so funny and enthusiastic. I love him. The class was really interesting and I developed interest in the Musical Theater History, of course I love all the History in any theme.  Steven was the most awesome dance teacher you will ever meet. He was like one of us, we had the best time in his class. And he told us about his dirt little secret aaaa… Driller hahaha yeahh I am not going to tell ya hehe soo. Sara my acting teacher. Maybe sometimes she was harsh but she was always right. She though the basic techniques in acting, and we improved so much and I loved her class. Wow we always shared smiles and tears. Stacey’s class, was really amusing, we always had to think outside out box, to move in funny ways, and looking like a fool, I loved it, it relaxed me so much and so many links to a acting career we studied, ahh I loved it. Jenny, she was Allyn’s helper, she was like our coordinator. She was fantastic. She really understood us more than anybody else. She was pregnant at the time too, she was, is and will be AWESOME. She is going to be a great mammy. Awwww. And Allyn, our director. She was great, organized and always put us back into order and thought us about college. She had nice ideas and she was great putting all this together.&lt;br /&gt;We had a show on the 16 and 17. The show is about- 1920’s period of time on a cruise boat with so many characters and influences, musical performances, dance and acting. It was awesome…. Aaaa.a.a.aaaa……………………………………… This is the best experience I ever had. Of course I did also have a great time at FIT Saturday college classes, but like this, never. I love what I did. And I am a lot into all of those and into fashion too of course hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Just check out the pics bellow. Of  us…………….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115594843726884413?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115594843726884413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115594843726884413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115594843726884413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115594843726884413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/bye-bye-hunter.html' title='Bye Bye Hunter'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115547349111068197</id><published>2006-08-13T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:06.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter crew beach day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/beach%20divas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/beach%20divas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/beach%20ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/beach%20ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hunter Crew Beach Day- LB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115547349111068197?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115547349111068197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115547349111068197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115547349111068197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115547349111068197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/hunter-crew-beach-day.html' title='Hunter crew beach day'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115547327055669603</id><published>2006-08-13T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:06.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1920's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/stella%20flapper%20bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/stella%20flapper%20bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I am a 1920's flapper. hehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115547327055669603?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115547327055669603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115547327055669603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115547327055669603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115547327055669603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/1920s.html' title='1920&apos;s'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115547312774107952</id><published>2006-08-13T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:05.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The All Wet Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/all%20wet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/all%20wet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115547312774107952?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115547312774107952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115547312774107952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115547312774107952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115547312774107952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-wet-show.html' title='The All Wet Show'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115530693880880861</id><published>2006-08-11T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:05.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STEREOTYPES PEOPLE MAKE UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm MIXED, so I MUST be conceited and have good hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm BLACK but my eyes are light, so one of my parents must be white.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST not have morals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie &amp; Hollister.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm ON A DANCE TEAM, so I MUST be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WEAR SKIRTS A LOT, so I MUST be a slut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'m a WOMAN, so I MUST think irrationally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm ITALIAN, so I MUST have a BIG DICK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm from PUERTO RICO, so I MUST be a MEXICAN thats too embarassed to admit I hopped the border.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm INTO THEATRE &amp;amp; ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HANG OUT WITH GAYS, so I MUST be GAY TOO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM A NINJA, so i must wanna kill all the preppy bitches.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm DOMINICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST be stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm HAWAIIAN, so I MUST be lazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a STONER, so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im a VIRGIN, so I MUST be prude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm BLACK, so I MUST love fried chicken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm BI, so I MUST think every girl I see is hot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm BI, so I MUST think every boy I see is hot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm ASIAN so I MUST have a small penis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Spanish, so I MUST be stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a MUSLIM GIRL, so I MUST be living my life behind the veil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a MUSLIM WOMAN, so I MUST be over powered by my men and my God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm A BLACK GIRL, so I MUST be like the girls on the videos.I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'m CARRIBBEAN, so i MUST eat coconuts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm WHITE,so i MUST be perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115530693880880861?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115530693880880861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115530693880880861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115530693880880861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115530693880880861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/stereotypes.html' title='Stereotypes'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115525998074137965</id><published>2006-08-10T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:05.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LoNg BeAcH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lmao yaayy we are crazy like that, damn we have always the Besst time. lOVelY sIsTeRs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115525998074137965?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115525998074137965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115525998074137965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115525998074137965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115525998074137965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-beach.html' title='LoNg BeAcH'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115525969108696873</id><published>2006-08-10T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:05.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE bEacH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CI%2026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CI%2026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CI%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CI%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and my homme girl, Diana yeayy the beach is the best =)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115525969108696873?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115525969108696873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115525969108696873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115525969108696873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115525969108696873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/beach.html' title='ThE bEacH'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115525930415636246</id><published>2006-08-10T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:05.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying things</title><content type='html'>The most annoying funny  things about people. How they annoy me:&lt;br /&gt;***Chewing in my ear. One time in the subway this girl was eating watermelon, and some fruits and she was sucking them and chewing it soo ewww gosh it so scrached my ear damn it, I felt like slaping those fruit out from her hand LMAO&lt;br /&gt;*** When i call epople froma  distance, and they hear me but they do not respond. Example. My dad is calling me, and i saw What from another room, and he stays quit, god damn it, can u just damn say what u wanna, But he always wants me to come to him, so he can tell me what he damn wants. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;*** Picking ur nose in public. Burping in public and many other things. This is both for ladies n gentlemen. I mean WTF of a maner is that? Gosh do you have morals? Thats is this is period. LMoa this is too much to go on..... huh&lt;br /&gt;*** People not picking up their phones. I mean u may never know, but it is anoying sometimes like u hear it and u see the number but u just dont wanna pick u. Lmao i mean it happens to me. I am telling u straight forard, If u call me late at night i ma not picking up the phone , it late i am in damn bed, I dont feel like talking , and same thing in the morning, WTF i am still in bed if i hear the phone i am not even bothering to see who's calling. Lmao let it wait till i wake up hehehe&lt;br /&gt;*** A teacher chwing gum, sitting next to me. i mena hello. u set the rules for us not to chew gum and look at urself, chewing like a cow next to me&lt;br /&gt;*** They see u , they hear you, but they keep on talking to the pther people = Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;*** Being fake Like. Oh I missed u so much. lmao, WTF u dont even remember my last name jeezz, this is what happens like when u get back to skol. and they say i miss u, yeah rite.....&lt;br /&gt;*** Little kids screaming on the subway......... aaaaa nooo or crying I cant stand a kid crying, I WOULD DO anything to make him/her stop, cuz its really disturbing, and shows bad parenthood,having an uncivilized child&lt;br /&gt;*** When i say I am not hungry, then they will ask come on eat, or i Know u r. Gd damn it. I know better how i feel than u, jeezz I am not hungry i am not Ok Period&lt;br /&gt;*** Fat people thinking they r sexy&lt;br /&gt;*** Skiny people that think they r fat, and they wanna lose weight I mean WTF u r already an alive skeleton, wat u want to be next?&lt;br /&gt; hahaha and soo on lmaooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115525930415636246?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115525930415636246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115525930415636246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115525930415636246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115525930415636246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/08/annoying-things.html' title='Annoying things'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115272870150202882</id><published>2006-07-12T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:05.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Human race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            This world was built of love, peace, hatred and anything in between. Its like a ball of dust each particle affecting the other one. We human race are the most important electrons on this world.&lt;br /&gt;We have our alliances, perspectives and we set out goals. Of course there is going to be a difference between a strong one and a pothead. There will always be someone better than another one and nothing can cause that than itself the person. Nobody can live lonely, in this world such thing does not exist, and if the person is selfish they will always suffer at the end. Nothing is better than to give and receive, to love and be loved, to dream and be dreamed. But of course then PERFECT does not exist so there will not always be love, peace and excellence. Perfect does not exist, nobody is perfect and nor normal. Why calling a person perfect you haven’t lived with that person a whole life, and when she/he died u discovered she/he is perfect. Also normal is not a common word for anybody. We all in the universe are different, so then why calling a person normal. Each one has it attributions and behavior. Everybody is different and that makes it stand out, that’s why we all stand out. Not only the people in Hollywood. They are just famous, rich and more public. Of course there are some that set their goals and priorities. I have to admit that not all of them are born talented and struggled to become who they are, they were just born in a family which parents were actors or rich and they did that for their kids. I will not say any names, but you can see who has the potential and who doesn’t. Same thing goes for those, hmm lets say not famous, cuz I don’t wanna say normal people, cuz then regular = to normal, but as how I said normal does not exist. We all can archive and that only comes mentally, everything is mental, even when you perform a sport it is not physically. Cuz if you don’t have anything in your head you are not going to be able to play right? Is the same thing with your life, you will achieve if only you will set your goals and priorities. As how I said above there will always be a difference between a lazy careless person and a person that has integrity. A quote from Jessica Alba “I had a teenage friend who gave in to peer pressure and drove her car after having a couple of drinks. Her DUI was no big deal, right? Wrong! It is like being grounded for life. Because of one lapse in judgment, she was the only one in her group of friends who couldn’t find a great job or afford a cool apartment. Let’s face it: The is always going to be that temptation to do some things you know you shouldn’t. But it will be easier to resist- to maintain your integrity- if you surround yourself with people who, like you, are motivated to get something more out of life than a good time at the next kegger.” That last sentence is so true. Is like when somebody proposes to you smoke some weed. What’s the point of it, what are you going to get out of it. You are going to get what high for a couple of minutes and then what. Resisting is much better cuz if you had taken it, you may never know how you could pay your consequences. And same thing attributes to drink like a mofo till you fall on the floor. Stay true to your values when it comes to drugs, alcohol and sex.  Here is another example of a person being stubborn and negative about his life. There is a kid in my class and he never thought himself as a smart person and never even tried to achieve more cuz he said he’s discriminated and he won’t even get to a higher class because he is black. He has a mental problem that everything in this world is set by race, and discrimination. I think it is not even right, Why would you say that you cant get a god job because you are black. The president, George Bush has two black men in his cabinet, the first one in the history. There are also many businessmen that are black, actors, leaders and rich too. And you know why? Because they set their goals and they had a mentality of going higher, have an education, and be a good kid. Not coming to school high and say fuck this world I will never be anybody. If you want be somebody then start acting like one, this all comes from you, even your dreams. Nobody will stand in your way, nobody will be your enemy, you will be your own enemy.&lt;br /&gt;            Oh I know that many people read this post and they will agree I proved my point and maybe there is more but I just don’t feel like staying here for hours in front of the computer when outside is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115272870150202882?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115272870150202882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115272870150202882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115272870150202882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115272870150202882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/07/human-race.html' title='Human Race'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115155182408353902</id><published>2006-06-28T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:05.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweeeeet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/photographes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/photographes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOmE pIcS pUt ToGEtHeR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115155182408353902?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115155182408353902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115155182408353902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115155182408353902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115155182408353902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweeeeet.html' title='sweeeeet'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115155131607427022</id><published>2006-06-28T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock' n roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/rock%20n%20roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/rock%20n%20roll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SkOoL iS oVeR bAbE! sHiTzyYy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hElLo SumMeR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115155131607427022?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115155131607427022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115155131607427022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115155131607427022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115155131607427022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/rock-n-roll.html' title='Rock&apos; n roll'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115155096090872400</id><published>2006-06-28T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>damn rite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are my friend or boyfriend and u r walking next to me and u cant stand my puppy, and u cant stand people's attention towards it That results that you cannot stand walking with me, and u cant stand me being happy, WHY u gotta be so selfish and careless. I would never date a guy that does not love dogs or animals. I'll b right away FUCK YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115155096090872400?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115155096090872400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115155096090872400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115155096090872400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115155096090872400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn-rite.html' title='damn rite'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115155081379066913</id><published>2006-06-28T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>damnn it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I fucking Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stoic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Self confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115155081379066913?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115155081379066913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115155081379066913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115155081379066913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115155081379066913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/damnn-it.html' title='damnn it'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115111170017503187</id><published>2006-06-23T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cynthia Wells&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's meant to be will always find a way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I'm still dreaming about that day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll tell me you love me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I'm special to you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll hold me and kiss me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way only you do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll open up your heart, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your soul and your mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally our love will no longer be blind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Together we'll stand on the rooftops above &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout out to the world all of our love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now patiently I wait for you to see &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just how perfect together we would be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115111170017503187?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115111170017503187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115111170017503187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115111170017503187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115111170017503187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115111116985135293</id><published>2006-06-23T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nimica nou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG8713.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG8713.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe WOW dar cine esti ala anonymous. hmm macar numele lasai, ca asa ma sperie cine imi scrie si imi citeste blogul hehe da stiu ca l-am pus pe faces, dar am uitat si nici nu am stiut ca cineva chiar citeste ce am scris. Hmm si nu vreu nimica la mine jurnal, mi e lene, aicea cind tapiez mai usor, plus cineva imi mai scrie hehehe. lol si asa. LOL&lt;br /&gt;si o foto am pus, nu am avut ce face, ca toate de pe faces mi le-am sters, ca cineva mi-a luat pozele mele, si cabutca sunt eu acolo. Loser, shitt. sux ass&lt;br /&gt;oricum. waaaa mi-am facue schedule nou pentru lucru. Mine plec in Long Island pina duminica la pritena mea, ea gradueaza duminica si plec la ea. yaaaaaa!&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;div align="center"&gt;Friends like angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kind that heaven sends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am surrounded by angels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I call them friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Aizabel Parinas –&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115111116985135293?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115111116985135293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115111116985135293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115111116985135293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115111116985135293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/nimica-nou.html' title='nimica nou'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115099644897860553</id><published>2006-06-22T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will write in Romanian</title><content type='html'>ooo O sa scriu acuma azi in romina, m-am saturat de toate. Toti vin si citesc ce am scris, nici o data nu am stiut  chiar si inca niste invatatori din scoala au vazut blogul asta hahah cind am auzit am inceput a ride.  lol&lt;br /&gt;Ohh am terminat in sfirsit toate examenele, ieri am dat la chimie, doamne vreu macar sa am macar 65, ca nu ma intereseaza, a fost asa de greu ahhh =( lol Pe 28 o sa plec si o sa-mi iau notele. In sfirsit scap de toate, asa m-am saturat uhh si mi-am si facut un schedule nou pentru lucru Ahh cred ca nu o sa mai stau acolo incepind cu 17 iulie incep alte clase.&lt;br /&gt;Doamne ahh anul asta a asa de repede a trecut nici nu am observat cum a trecut clasa a 11. Mai am un an si am scapat. WWOW zilele astea m-am vazut cu o pritena cu care nu am vazuto in timp de 12 ani, prikini 12 ani omg my god, eu numai o tinam minte prin poze cind aveam vreo 4-5 ani hahaha wow ea acuma traieste in washington cool, degraba o sa plec acolo si o sa o vizitez!&lt;br /&gt;in rest nimica nou.&lt;br /&gt;Asa strange ma simt ca am scris in romina dar ce sa fac hehehe asa mi-a venit mie, ca sa nu mai citeasca altii hihiihihi&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115099644897860553?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115099644897860553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115099644897860553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115099644897860553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115099644897860553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-will-write-in-romanian.html' title='I will write in Romanian'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115058074922577086</id><published>2006-06-17T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/sister%20c.p..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/sister%20c.p..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/on%20the%20rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/on%20the%20rocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An amazing weather go chill in central Park. LOL Plizz dont ask me why i am sleeping in the second pic. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cool effects right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LUVZ TO MY SISTER, Kate=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115058074922577086?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115058074922577086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115058074922577086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115058074922577086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115058074922577086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/central-park.html' title='Central Park'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115058020556156948</id><published>2006-06-17T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/sweet%20aldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/sweet%20aldo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my puppy, Aldo. Hes the most adorable puppy and i am so happy i have him. i never had a dog, so he's like my baby. I love him soo much =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115058020556156948?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115058020556156948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115058020556156948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115058020556156948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115058020556156948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-puppy.html' title='my puppy'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-115006122654140989</id><published>2006-06-11T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/spring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/fruits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/fruits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/daysys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/daysys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/sailer%20boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/sailer%20boats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/waves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These are my paintings in oil color. I did them since i was in 6th grade. Ahh i Miss them a lot. My dad took a picture of them =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-115006122654140989?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/115006122654140989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=115006122654140989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115006122654140989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/115006122654140989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-works.html' title='My works'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114955648042496787</id><published>2006-06-05T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE PROM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG wats the point? The prom its just to come and fucking look around and girls compete who has the killer dress and the date Ohh geez gimme a break. I would prefare not to spend those money on a night, and i would better take a vacation a week off, with the closest friends and go somewhere in Bahamas, Carribeans, and party that we finished h.s and enjoy urselves. but i am not so much into prom. I dont even know most of ppls in my school, is not like they are so close to me or somethinf. I am not being selfish, but just a lil more realistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ohh well, everybody with thier opinion hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For my next year graduation. I just want to go to the after prom maybe idk. and then go somewhere in the Carribeans, relax........... But i want to weare an ellegant dresss too. hehehe i wanna design my own lol! w.e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later on i will post some pics from the Opening of my gallery =) it was HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114955648042496787?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114955648042496787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114955648042496787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114955648042496787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114955648042496787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-prom.html' title='I HATE PROM'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114869102464154273</id><published>2006-05-26T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:04.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My master pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My best Model/ my sister. Ahh she made my cloths rock. The photographer of course- Moi eheheh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we deserve a big aplause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114869102464154273?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114869102464154273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114869102464154273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114869102464154273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114869102464154273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-master-pieces.html' title='My master pieces'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114834373468616387</id><published>2006-05-22T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:03.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the year Exhibit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The High School Partnership Program invites you to come and support the Juniors at their exhibit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Fashion Institute of Technology High School Art and Design Partnership Program. Project Emerge, the FIT High Shool Partnership Program (HSPP) indentifies high potential New York City students with art, apparel or design talents and prepares them for post-secondary majors and industry careers where, due to limited ethnic and socioeconomic diversity, they have been historicaly uder represented. Through our efforts, FIT's Project Emerge strives to crate a more diverse, interesting, and just art and design community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Date: SATURDAY, JUNE 3, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Time: 5:00 PM- 7:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Location: HUDSON GUILD GALLERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;                 441 26TH STREET (B/W 9 &amp; 10TH AVE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refreshments will be served.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guest apperance: The designer of DKNY, Fashion Manager of GenArt, Tali Sedwich + Dj&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Any questions contact : Page Neal, Coordinator 212.217.8003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This was an add. The exhibit will be open for the entire month of June, Free entrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey attend for the opening Emerge, it will be Hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Our works will be there, including mine of course. All the young talents will be floating in that room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114834373468616387?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114834373468616387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114834373468616387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114834373468616387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114834373468616387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/05/end-of-year-exhibit.html' title='End of the year Exhibit'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114825233952858442</id><published>2006-05-21T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:03.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecure Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why most of the young women are so insecure with their man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is my big topic, that i think its rediculous. Maybe i am not a complete women so i can experience these things but this is what I think. Ok so, why every single time i pass by and i see a cuple walking by, no holdinh hand nothing, and i look at people, like everybody, at the guy and girl, and whne i look at the guy all of a suden the girl grabs thir man's hand? I mean why? Cuz a girl just looked at him, hello we all have eyes. One time i was working and i was in the first zone so my job was the great people and welcome them. So a cuple came in, and i said Hello to both of them, and people say Hi back, and polite, and this guy said "Wats up" u know they were young so am I. All of a suden the girl grabed him and said hey... Like what the fuck?  I am not gonna still ur man girl, damn jeesus...  since then i don't really greet people. WHatever, i don;t care. Here is another case. I was in the elevator in Macys, and there werent so many people, but only girls, it was me, my mom also and other 3 women, so a cuple came in, the girl was nice and fressed up and the guy was cute. So when they came in his girl like told him "I LOVE YOU" something like that. i mean why now, why in an elevator, and its not like u wanna make him feel special, is cuz u wanna show off and u dont want other girls to look at him, or he to look at others. OMG. This is crazy, god and there have been manu cases when i walk by and i see thri girlfriends kiss al of a suden thir bf. yeahhh, this is called the Insecutiry of a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i honestly would not be like that, u have to have confidence in your man and to think WHY IS HE DATING ME, OR WHY HE LOVES ME. Cuz he loves u thats it, u dont have to be soo bossy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114825233952858442?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114825233952858442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114825233952858442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114825233952858442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114825233952858442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/05/insecure-women.html' title='Insecure Women'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114739020196781003</id><published>2006-05-11T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:03.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside is so blue, and sad. It supposed to rain but its just dark and nothing is alive. I like a lot when after a sunny day it drizzles after noon and its not so wet outside and not humid but fresh. I love to walk in the park, you smell the fresh scent of the grass like it was just cut. aaaa.... enjoyable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow i have a trip to the library to pick a book for independant study. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of my teachers got into an accident, and my friend- Kiara and I decided to go and visit him. I felt kind of sorry for him. But she is going tomorrow,, i cant  cuz i work so probably i'll pass by on sudnay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn i am thinking we got so little left till school is over and the heat is comming. aahhhh woww. cannot wait, but i am taking this summer college classes ahh hehehe damn and i have to go to the audition on tuesday and omg when i heard that i have to prepare a song and a monologue i died. I mean a monologue is fine with me but a song, Ohh god i can't sing for nothing. I hate my voice, i will make a fool out of myself. aaa Help!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohh here is something interesting. Somebody asked me what does life means to you? What are your gola and how you want it to be set?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMGGG Honestly, i dont even know what could come around te corrner and this is how i plan it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;graduate from H.S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go to University and graduate with bachelor Degree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;probably get a master's degree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have a stabil career&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;marry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;work- and enjoy my family.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so then i could die. hehehehe. lol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;idk what could hapen, mayeb i can become a movie star, or maybe i'll go for lowyar, mybe a business woman, a designer, own a galerry i  don't know.. Sometimes i would like to go to a phyhchic and read my future, because i am soo curious, or i could prevent something, but sometimes i am scared of what i can hear.  I have been told that i'll live a long life, but something will happen that i could die, but it will save me, something or someone, but idk what it would be OMG ... and yeah another thing... they said i'll have a lot of money huhuuuu................ i wish i wont lose them all hehehe jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;idk what can go in between, but trust me a LOT, sunshine, twisters, rain, fire and snow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114739020196781003?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114739020196781003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114739020196781003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114739020196781003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114739020196781003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/05/unpredictable.html' title='Unpredictable'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114720586182264083</id><published>2006-05-09T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:03.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you call me a racist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I agree, with most, apart from the "black, brown, yellow and orange" stuff which is a load of shit! I dont see why some people see colour as a huge divide, it shouldnt be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You call me "Cracker", "Honkey", "Whitey" and you think it's OK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when I call you Kike, Towelhead, WOP, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Gook, nigger or Chink you call me a racist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have the United Negro College Fund.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have Martin Luther King Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have Black History Month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have Cesar Chavez Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have Yom Hashoah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have the NAACP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have BET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we had WET(white entertainment television) ...we'd be racists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we had a White Pride Day... you would call us racists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we had white history month... we'd be racists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we had an organization for only whites to "advance" our lives... we'd be racists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships...you know we'd be racists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights...you would call us racists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know that some high school students decided to make a club for only the white students because the other ethnicities had them... they all got sent to court for being rasist but the african-american, latino, and asia clubs were not even questioned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, you call me a racist.Why is it that only whites can be racists?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now watch, I'll be a racist for posting this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this was a copy and paste text , not my own words. But i so damn feel the same like ts, i never thought about posting it, because i maybe was afaraid i would be called racist, but this wuote is so powerful that i want to post it everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How would u feel going to a schol where everybody is hispanic and black and you call me "whitey" cuz i am white the only one, you are ebing racist by calliing me like that. i do not call ya dirt or bad stuff, do have friends from different notanalities and u call me a racist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114720586182264083?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114720586182264083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114720586182264083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114720586182264083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114720586182264083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-call-me-racist.html' title='you call me a racist?'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114670254315419456</id><published>2006-05-03T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:03.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If  was.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I was an animal, I would be a tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I was a bird, I would be a peacock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a car, I would be BMW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was an actress, I would be Keira Knigtely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I was an actor, I would be Jake Gyllenhall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i had the voice of a singer it would be Christina Aguilera's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a male, i would be the president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a flower I would be a white rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a city, i would be Athena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a president I would be Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a teacher I would be an Ancient Art Hisroty teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a color, I would be white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a gem , i would be Diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a garment, I would be silk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a ball, i would be volleyball ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a soda, I would be PEPSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a hollyday, i would be New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a designer i would be Vera Wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a furniture I would be light on ur ceeling (if taht counts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a meal, I would be spagheti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was an instrumebt, I would be the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a cloth, i would be a dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a part of the body, I would be the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a bug, i would be ................. i hate bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If i was a mamel, I would be a dolphine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and if i was a human.... I would be ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;answer yours, copy and paste and answer yours next to If i was ____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114670254315419456?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114670254315419456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114670254315419456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114670254315419456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114670254315419456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-was.html' title='If  was.........'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114670150691037780</id><published>2006-05-03T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:03.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hey. Welcome back Stella. I havent write here for a period of time. I dunno but i lost track of time and i have been pretty busy.&lt;br /&gt;The past spring vacation was really nice, i was glad we gad the break then the week we came back i was absent almost the whole week i went to school only 2 days. oh well onlyone of it was important, but on thursday and friday was awesome. ME , Kate- sis and my mom, went to Pennsylvania, to Mountain Poconos at the Great Wold Lodge, inside water park. damn it was soo COOL. On the road we got kinda tired, damn cuz we missed ut buss so we took the other one soo yeah it was cool, and funny OMG JUST A GREAT ADVENTURE. Cannot wait for summer to go to the one in NJ  at SIX FLAGS. gOD I love summer for the water and winter cuz of the snow. I dont understand why people dont like cold or snow. OMG I can just go ahead and dive in snow. i love it. , same with water ahhhhh.... but not really oceans but fun places hehehe. soo yeah then on Saturday i had FIT. i felt horrible that day, omg we could not sleep cuz we had these guests blah blah and maybe like 4 am i felt asleep, it was so noisy damn it, ahhh i feel sorry for my sis w did not sleep for the past 2 days and saturday we had classes ,,... my eyes were closing, i wanted to go home after my lunch cuz i had this huge head ache but damn i staied cuz ths model Summer Rayne came and they filmed us for a documentary. She is a model and also like wors in an organization for these organiz fabrics and sustainable stuff. Omg i loved her, first of all she was pretty, had a sence of umor and she was really smart OMG i thought she will be one of there stupid models that just do sunway shows and just sit their but in front of a make up artist WOW i really looked up to her. hehehe she was cool. Then i came home and i just went to bed at 5 damn crazy ight but i wokr up at 9 at night and stayed up for an hour and went back t sleep at 10. The next day i had to work.  ahhh ..... ............................................ skol again. On monday i went to GROUND ZERO and to the VIETNAM MEMORIAL. Damn i can't een express myself how much hatred i feel for the terrorists and those people. maybe US did some harm to them but when i loooked at the Ground Zero, it just breakes your soul into pieces, and then across it its the ST Paul church and there is everything about the WTC and the memories of the death people. It felt so sad inside there, everybody felt like crying............... Today outside is soo nice. i dont know why but i like the smeel after the rain, it drizzled,a nd its not so humid outside now but its so cool, and chilly and worm too. I LOVE IT, and the ai is so fresh. I can imagine how it is in a park, cuz the city is so filfy with garbage, restaurants, subways, polution, that these people forgot already about the fresh clean smell. ...................&lt;br /&gt;My SAT is comming up this saturday, i ahvent really study and i feel so bad, dmann now i am going to go and finish my chem hw and start to review for the SAT .... aaaaa i am kind of scared.&lt;br /&gt;........................................... i need to share this with someone..... Ok so this protest that happened these past weeks and even this monday... omg i hate it. not that i hate emigrants. cuz hey i am not an USA citizen eather but i am not here illigal eather so this pisses me off, cuz wtf illigal people will coem to this country, they r pooor they come here for money but u r damn illigal, and u consider urself an american?  look at this queto "NO LATINS- NO USA" Get the fuck out of here, no latins that means there is no USA. hell no.... Probably USA would have been more cleaner without them . I know that USA has been bult on immigrants cuz we all are, our ancestors came from all parts of the world to Unites States. But damnnn why legalize all these people that are lazy, don't speak english and don't respect our laws. that's what i think. If u want to be legalize,, at least learn englsih , be smart, respect other people and u will be recieveing decent job. IDK why i am talking like this, cuz i am not an AMERICAN. but idk why i am so devoted to it, i do respect USA and i love it, but the only thing i detest a lot is the K1-12 PUBLIC EDUCATION and all the students in it. I sware to god, i never in my life could imagine this. that a student can't get this (2+5i) (-4+2i) idk this is easy and u have been in math class ur whole high school, and ur soo slow. I am sorry if i offend soembody, but understand me i wasnt raised like that, and before i wanted more liberty, but now i am tired of it and i want more strictly, because i am already used to that. but anyways W..E I just want to graduate and go finaly to University. ........................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114670150691037780?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114670150691037780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114670150691037780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114670150691037780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114670150691037780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-thoughts.html' title='some thoughts'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114592707612642333</id><published>2006-04-24T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:03.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/CIMG7540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/CIMG7540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Damn we were really bored duhh out of our mind hahahahahah =) isnt ir funky? hehhe ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114592707612642333?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114592707612642333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114592707612642333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114592707612642333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114592707612642333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/04/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114558077672825925</id><published>2006-04-20T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:03.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Damn, today like about 12 i was going to work and i always pass through this park, Madison Square Park, ohh i so love spring. The trees, the grass omg i cant belive my eyes they were awesome, the tulips soo beautiful, the ink and white blossoms on the trees, even the smell was so fresh, the grass is soo green and you see people enjoying the sun. Wow i just had to tell you this idk why but i lvoed it. uhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;yupp, my vacation si going good so far, but i just have to work a lot, these days i have been working from 7 in the morning till 4, sometimes from 12 to 7, i am so exosted i want to rest a lil bit, but its good to do something, then sitting my ass at home and babysit my Tv hahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'll put later on soem pics if i won't be tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114558077672825925?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114558077672825925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114558077672825925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114558077672825925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114558077672825925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/04/beautiful-spring.html' title='Beautiful Spring'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474052.post-114532064028674057</id><published>2006-04-17T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:36:02.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch of Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/1600/Touch%20of%20Fame%20TRL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6938/811/320/Touch%20of%20Fame%20TRL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;How cool is that??!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I Loved the MTV's studios. rockinmggggggggg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474052-114532064028674057?l=joliestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/feeds/114532064028674057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474052&amp;postID=114532064028674057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114532064028674057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474052/posts/default/114532064028674057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joliestella.blogspot.com/2006/04/touch-of-fame.html' title='Touch of Fame'/><author><name>Jolie_Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16877503176683032201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FnSNVEnJ3f8/R1YEpRO-tjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PkzNz4eCiTg/S220/glam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
