<?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-1902051650353067762</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:28:10.952-07:00</updated><category term='lunatic'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='homecoming week'/><category term='school'/><category term='love'/><category term='kulay'/><category term='parties'/><category term='food'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>gazellness.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gazell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04070510390796170635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R23B4xhr75I/AAAAAAAAADg/sg_JIxQosV8/S220/d.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902051650353067762.post-4674219513661638294</id><published>2007-12-28T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T07:53:30.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been so busy lately. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up link exchanges as soon as I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902051650353067762-4674219513661638294?l=maria-gazell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/feeds/4674219513661638294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902051650353067762&amp;postID=4674219513661638294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/4674219513661638294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/4674219513661638294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-so-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Gazell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04070510390796170635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R23B4xhr75I/AAAAAAAAADg/sg_JIxQosV8/S220/d.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902051650353067762.post-1796258620547018250</id><published>2007-12-22T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:20:59.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I now manage 3 blogs, meangirlsarefetch (for the mean girls club of teentalk), this one, and llovestonedd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still keep everything here as it is, and I'll still update from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'll see me more often in llovestonedd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902051650353067762-1796258620547018250?l=maria-gazell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/feeds/1796258620547018250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902051650353067762&amp;postID=1796258620547018250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/1796258620547018250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/1796258620547018250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-now-manage-3-blogs-meangirlsarefetch.html' title=''/><author><name>Gazell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04070510390796170635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R23B4xhr75I/AAAAAAAAADg/sg_JIxQosV8/S220/d.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902051650353067762.post-1939183745723058277</id><published>2007-11-30T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:57:30.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been updating all that much. I've been so busy with school. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship once again. :) It feels great. And from the time we've been apart, I've been missing him. And I guess it just goes to show that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was the one all along. Heh. Go figure. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm linking Kimmie, my asawa Ket, Abi, and Jshorny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:HaloScan(" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCount('ilovejay');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="javascript:HaloScanTB(" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCountTB('ilovejay'); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902051650353067762-1939183745723058277?l=maria-gazell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/feeds/1939183745723058277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902051650353067762&amp;postID=1939183745723058277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/1939183745723058277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/1939183745723058277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry-i-havent-been-updating-all-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Gazell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04070510390796170635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R23B4xhr75I/AAAAAAAAADg/sg_JIxQosV8/S220/d.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902051650353067762.post-3253328935002946256</id><published>2007-11-20T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:22:51.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>A WHOLE BUNCH OF MIXED UP MUMBO-JUMBO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R0N4gTMt1PI/AAAAAAAAACk/6d0aRs3GDvw/s1600-h/skinnyjeans.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135080496437253362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R0N4gTMt1PI/AAAAAAAAACk/6d0aRs3GDvw/s200/skinnyjeans.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skinny jeans.&lt;/strong&gt; One of the most popular forms of clothing. Like ballet flats, I doubt that these necessity will go out of style. Plus, I'M IN LOVE WITH SOLID COLORED SKINNY JEANS! (Old Navy has the best, of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, back to what I was saying. I've always asked myself this question - &lt;em&gt;Are skinny jeans really meant for skinny people?&lt;/em&gt; I made a thread in my board in Lunatic asking the Lunatics what they thought. Here are a few replies ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;P&gt; "Skinny jeans look great on girls with not so fat and not so skinny legs. But, well, it depends on how they carry themselves in those skinny jeans. I don't like seeing guys in skinny jeans. It's funny to look at. I remember seeing someone at the stairs wearing skinny jeans. I was shocked to see that the person wearing the skinny jeans is a guy. Akala ko babae. " -&lt;strong&gt;Anj&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;P&gt;"not necessarily. i actually think that they dont look that good on skinny people. skinny jeans make skinny people look anorexic. which is not a good thing, no matter what the olsen twins tell you. lol. they do make average sized girls look skinnier and leaner, i think. however, i dont find them too flattering on girls who are on the plus side. it just makes them look bulky. =/" -&lt;strong&gt;Joane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Yeah, like short shorts are for short people. Durr...Kidding aside, I think that they're for average-sized girls. When really skinny girls wear them, they look like twigs. When really big girls wear them, it emphasizes their middle." &lt;strong&gt;-Felisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;P&gt;"i dunno.. i've seen some larger girls wear skinny jeans and some of them just put emphasis on their thighs and some actually look good with it.. so i guess it depends how they wear it..but yeah. i've seen some guys wear skinny jeans.. those who're all emo look pathetic but there's some guys who look pretty good in it.. hott assss!" -&lt;strong&gt;Kam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;P&gt;.. As for me? Well, honestly, I'm not sure! HAHA! When skinny jeans first came out, yes, mostly super-skinny girls wore them (e.g. Nicole Richie and the Olsen Twins). LOOK AROUND, everyone! =) They're everywhere! They're here to stay! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;P&gt;I know I'm not the skinniest person in the world, but I know how to rock my skinnies, if you know what I mean ;] (HOW CORNY!) ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wala lang. I just wanted to talk about it. Hahah.&lt;P&gt; I've been thinking about a lot of stuff lately. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is off topic, but we have a new project in English class. We have to select a major issue going on in the world right now, list causes and effects in a paper, and make a powerpoint. &lt;strong&gt;My group chose the idea of war. &lt;/strong&gt;Again, I was thinking the whole entire class. I thought about The Holocaust, and World War 2 especially. It made me think of my grandparents. And how they survived living in the Philippines when Japan "claimed" the islands like were dogs or something. 20th century Spaniards, I say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;P&gt;IS WAR REALLY NECESSARY? I know it is, yet I know it isn't. Confusing, I know. Sorry. Haha. But, with war, we lose even MORE casualties. More innocent people die. That's not necessary, is it? Nope. And if we DIDN'T have war, what would happen then? If we had just ignored the fact that we were bombed by terrorists on 9/11, that would just be a signal to other countries - &lt;strong&gt;HEY! LOOK AT US! LOOK AT US! WE'RE WEAK! HURT US HURT US! &lt;/strong&gt;See how confusing life is sometimes? Ehh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start paying more attention to things. =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm linking Joella aka my PIMP :D&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:HaloScan(" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCount('pretty');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="javascript:HaloScanTB(" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCountTB('pretty'); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902051650353067762-3253328935002946256?l=maria-gazell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/feeds/3253328935002946256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902051650353067762&amp;postID=3253328935002946256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/3253328935002946256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/3253328935002946256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/2007/11/whole-bunch-of-mixed-up-mumbo-jumbo.html' title='A WHOLE BUNCH OF MIXED UP MUMBO-JUMBO.'/><author><name>Gazell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04070510390796170635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R23B4xhr75I/AAAAAAAAADg/sg_JIxQosV8/S220/d.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R0N4gTMt1PI/AAAAAAAAACk/6d0aRs3GDvw/s72-c/skinnyjeans.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902051650353067762.post-7462254712713849844</id><published>2007-11-17T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:37:51.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know I haven't blogged in a while. I've been "busy". Haha. Well, &lt;strong&gt;I'M BACK!&lt;/strong&gt; Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my lola's birthday. =)&lt;br /&gt;So we're all going to go out to eat and get fatt-er. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update with pictures later ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATEST ADDICTION:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://freerice.com/"&gt;http://freerice.com/&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;blockquote&gt;FreeRice has a custom database containing thousands of words at varying degrees of difficulty. There are words appropriate for people just learning English and words that will challenge the most scholarly professors. In between are thousands of words for students, business people, homemakers, doctors, truck drivers, retired people… everyone!&lt;br /&gt;FreeRice automatically adjusts to your level of vocabulary. It starts by giving you words at different levels of difficulty and then, based on how you do, assigns you an approximate starting level. You then determine a more exact level for yourself as you play. When you get a word wrong, you go to an easier level. When you get three words in a row right, you go to a harder level. This one-to-three ratio is best for keeping you at the “outer fringe” of your vocabulary, where learning can take place.&lt;br /&gt;There are 50 levels in all, but it is rare for people to get above level 48.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it. :) It's so great to know that you can make a difference just by a few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:HaloScan(" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCount('nappy');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="javascript:HaloScanTB(" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCountTB('nappy'); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902051650353067762-7462254712713849844?l=maria-gazell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/feeds/7462254712713849844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902051650353067762&amp;postID=7462254712713849844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/7462254712713849844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/7462254712713849844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/2007/11/yeah-i-know-i-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title='6'/><author><name>Gazell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04070510390796170635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R23B4xhr75I/AAAAAAAAADg/sg_JIxQosV8/S220/d.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902051650353067762.post-550848189182980227</id><published>2007-10-13T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:22:52.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecoming week'/><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>you had me fooled.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how much you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;i met you one year ago, &lt;strong&gt;today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after all that we've been through,&lt;br /&gt;i want &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of sad today. first of all, boys suck ass hole. Next, one of my best friends, Mckenna moved to &lt;strong&gt;New Mexico&lt;/strong&gt; today. She just told us yesterday after the homecoming game. She didn't want to ruin ou&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/Rxn8295ygPI/AAAAAAAAACM/ndW4lhxW5j8/s1600-h/resized2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123404072370733298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/Rxn8295ygPI/AAAAAAAAACM/ndW4lhxW5j8/s200/resized2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r night. I miss her so much. So much drama went on yesterday. Here's what happened to me yesterday and today. . .&lt;br /&gt;School was good yesterday. PEP RALLY! At first, I was thinking that my history teacher wouldn't let us go to the rally since we had a test on catholic reformation. BUT SHE DID! :D Yayy! It was great. I loved the music and everyone was dancing and shaking their asses and shit. But omfg, THERE ARE SO MANY DAMN FRESHMEN! The student body has to sit according to their grade, and ALL the freshmen took up the Sophomore bleachers .. so the juniors and sophomores had to share. What kind of shit is this man?! I &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; freshmen. I can't even explain it. FIRST of all, they are annoying and immature. AND they think that they rule the school - and what? they've only been a Titan for hmm .. a month at least! STUPID ASSES! Go play with a gun! Sorry, but I just need to say how much I despise them. Hahh. Anyway, after the pep rally, me and Chelsea went back to my house .. chilled a little bit .. then went over to &lt;b&gt;Party City&lt;/b&gt; to buy some school spirit stuff. We g&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/Rxn9B95ygQI/AAAAAAAAACU/o4zwuN673e0/s1600-h/resized3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123404261349294338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/Rxn9B95ygQI/AAAAAAAAACU/o4zwuN673e0/s200/resized3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot some face paint, red beads, ect. i got a pimp cup necklace. Lmafo. Then my mommy picked us up and we got some chicken, biscuits, mashed potatos, and green beans at Hardee's. It was good. After we ate, we got ready. Painted our faces. Hahah. WE LOOKED SO FUCKING SWEET AS HELL! :) Yeeyuh! LT, bitch! Mmhm! We decided to go early. But when we got there, hardly anyone was there except for the football team, teachers, ect. Then the other school, Wilson, came. THEY SUCK AT FOOTBALL. Omg. But there were a few hotties on that team. &lt;strong&gt;One of them even winked at me.&lt;/strong&gt; EEEYYY! Hahh. So we just talked to the LT football'ers. &lt;strong&gt;And I saw Karl.&lt;/strong&gt; Lordiee. So I just flirted with my guy friends to make him jealous. Bwahaha. Then &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; more of my friends showed up and we all just sat in the corner at the very top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was nice. I liked it. Basically, we kicked Wilson's ass. HAHA. The final score was &lt;strong&gt;43-0&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after the game I just called my mommy to pick us up. She was kind of pissed at me and she thought I was smoking at the game. Which I was not. My eyes were red though. LOL. It's nearly IMPOSSIBLE to smoke there because there's cops at every post. Hahh. But besides, no one had any weed anyway. A lot of drama went on at my house. I don't wanna talk about it. But Mckenna had to leave. And I didn't even get to say bye to her. So it was just Me, Chels, and Lillie. We ordered pizza. Blahblah. Then we went to &lt;strong&gt;Janaf&lt;/strong&gt; the next day. Went shopping. I bought some shoes, tops, earrings, and a soda. And I also bought Chelsea the flats she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging my &lt;strong&gt;denganda,&lt;/strong&gt; who never fails to make me smile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:HaloScan(" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCount('game');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="javascript:HaloScanTB(" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCountTB('game'); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902051650353067762-550848189182980227?l=maria-gazell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/feeds/550848189182980227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902051650353067762&amp;postID=550848189182980227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/550848189182980227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/550848189182980227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-dont-even-care.html' title='5'/><author><name>Gazell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04070510390796170635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R23B4xhr75I/AAAAAAAAADg/sg_JIxQosV8/S220/d.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/Rxn8295ygPI/AAAAAAAAACM/ndW4lhxW5j8/s72-c/resized2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902051650353067762.post-1682439788055804021</id><published>2007-10-09T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:22:52.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kulay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecoming week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/RwwDdnGSiyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PbUtmCUggSw/s1600-h/ispoppin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/RwwDdnGSiyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PbUtmCUggSw/s200/ispoppin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119470683659864866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOIN &lt;a href="http://kulay.org"&gt;KULAY!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh today was an okay kind of day. Let's &lt;b&gt;RECAP&lt;/b&gt;, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, it's &lt;strong&gt;Homecoming Week&lt;/strong&gt; at school. Today was career day. So we had to dress up as a nurse, doctor, lawyer, ect. I decided not to dress up today. I couldn't decide what to wear. Lol. But hey, tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;Decades Day&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm going to be an &lt;u&gt;80's girl&lt;/u&gt;! Mm, hell yeah! Hehh. Then on Thursday, it's &lt;strong&gt;Twin Day&lt;/strong&gt; .. Tiffy is gonna be my twin. I think Chelsea is going to be mine too .. TRIPLETS then! =D We might have to go shopping after school tomorrow .. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and post pictures. So, I'll need to sneak in my phone. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I turned in my Spanish project. And Senora Bracy says I have an automatic &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; PLUS extra credit! =D Yay! She used my poster as a model. And it looked AMAZING up there in her hands. Whee. After that we did some exercises and took a quiz. Blahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. was pretty boring too. I just chilled with my bits. Then worked out, ran, and played Golf. Mm, so many sexy guys were playing &lt;i&gt;football&lt;/i&gt; *drool* EHMAYGAHH. Enough of the fantasy. &lt;strong&gt;LOGAN CALLED ME A WHORE!&lt;/strong&gt; lmfao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was boring too. Mrs Nixon wasn't there. And I was SO. TIRED. We did worksheets. And I just talked to Ate Jamife .. fell asleep .. then copied Kuya John and Kuya Adam's work. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was even MORE boring. Ehhh. No one was in there today! DAMNNN FAWKS. I talked to my Brittaney and my Chelsea(s). Boring stuff. After lunch I went to use the bathroom. That's pretty much it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHHHHHH y568043y8043h5tn5tgngtjhnvf. Algebra II .. BORING AS HELL! Geez louise, man! I don't even understand this whole "graph the equation" thingy. So I have to study. Mmhm. Quiz on Thursday. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get my outfit for tomorrow ready -- 80's, baybay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. I want some FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until these Halloween parties my friends are having. DRINKING PARTIES! Can't wait. People at school want me to throw a party, since I'm known for them. I don't know yet. Ahggrhh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn yo, I'm all over the place today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to stop this blogging fetish. I'M GETTING SO ADDICTED!&lt;/strong&gt; HEELLLPPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:HaloScan('ii');" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCount('ii');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('ii');" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCountTB('ii'); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902051650353067762-1682439788055804021?l=maria-gazell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/feeds/1682439788055804021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902051650353067762&amp;postID=1682439788055804021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/1682439788055804021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/1682439788055804021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/2007/10/forums.html' title='4'/><author><name>Gazell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04070510390796170635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R23B4xhr75I/AAAAAAAAADg/sg_JIxQosV8/S220/d.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/RwwDdnGSiyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PbUtmCUggSw/s72-c/ispoppin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902051650353067762.post-4371330534624636502</id><published>2007-10-08T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:22:52.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>Today was a nice day. =) Well, once again, I was PSMing. Hahah. Mother, brother, and I went to &lt;strong&gt;Toys R Us&lt;/strong&gt; to spend the gift cards for his birthday. And we also got a present for the daughter of my mom's boss. &lt;strong&gt;She's adorable.&lt;/strong&gt; The first time I met her, she kissed me on the cheek! :] CUTIE! What's even BETTER is that her dad is a surgeon, and he says that I can intern for him once I'm old enough. AND AND AND, if I were to &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; need operation on a ligament or something, &lt;strong&gt;he's my go - to guy.&lt;/strong&gt; LMFAO! I hope he was kidding about that. But, sure, whatever then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my FAVORITE store - &lt;strong&gt;Olive Ole.&lt;/strong&gt; And guess what?! I saw my bestie, Mckenna boo. ;] Mmhm! So yah we all went into the store and shopped and stuff. I just got a cute tank top and skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/RwpnHnGSivI/AAAAAAAAABk/H6gIB7PzJrs/s1600-h/53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/RwpnHnGSivI/AAAAAAAAABk/H6gIB7PzJrs/s320/53.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119017306912099058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHIK-FIL-A! Mmm! I love their food. I saw &lt;strong&gt;Angie, Brittbritt, and Trick.&lt;/strong&gt; I saw a lot of people I knew today. Hahah. So yeaah, we all just chilled and ate our &lt;strong&gt;CHIKON!&lt;/strong&gt; Then Trick dared me to steal the Chik-Fil-A wallet thingy. &lt;u&gt;And I did!&lt;/u&gt; Bwahahahaha. I'll post a pic of it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy bought me a Hello Kitty marshmellow lollipop so I'm hyper as a bit. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're about to go out again later. My mom is just going to work for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my mommy, please, everyone. &lt;strong&gt;Pray for her.&lt;/strong&gt; She has a cyst in her pubic area that needs to be &lt;u&gt;operated&lt;/u&gt; on. It's not too major, but then again, you can never be to careful. Thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT - OMFG MY LOLA'S CARETAKER PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH! SHE NEEDS TO BE FIRED! SHE'S ALWAYS LEAVING EARLY, DAMN IT! I WISH MY PARENTS WOULD JUST FIRE HER ASS. SHE'S SO ANNOYING AND SHE ST-ST-ST-STUTTERS TOO DAMN MUCH! &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; in case you guys wanna hear what a filipina born in the US sounds like. click &lt;A href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z201/beauty_gazell/?action=view&amp;current=1008071604.flv"&gt;THIS!&lt;/A&gt; - it's ME ! =) Pansensya na lang ha, medyo blurry yung video. :[ Oh, and I look crazy &lt;b&gt;high&lt;/b&gt; .. but don't worry. I'm not .. today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:HaloScan('shawty');" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCount('shawty');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('shawty');" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCountTB('shawty'); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902051650353067762-4371330534624636502?l=maria-gazell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/feeds/4371330534624636502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902051650353067762&amp;postID=4371330534624636502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/4371330534624636502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/4371330534624636502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-day.html' title='3'/><author><name>Gazell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04070510390796170635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R23B4xhr75I/AAAAAAAAADg/sg_JIxQosV8/S220/d.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/RwpnHnGSivI/AAAAAAAAABk/H6gIB7PzJrs/s72-c/53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902051650353067762.post-7920293778061670873</id><published>2007-10-07T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:22:53.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/Rwmu73GSiqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SHdRjrMvbxs/s1600-h/1007071443-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/Rwmu73GSiqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SHdRjrMvbxs/s200/1007071443-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118814794909125282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made so many mistakes in my life .. aka, &lt;strong&gt;I've fucked up so many times.&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes I ask myself, &lt;em&gt;why bother?&lt;/em&gt; I smile and pretend like I'm okay, when all I really feel is pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of getting screwed over. Not only when it comes to love, but &lt;strong&gt;by friends too.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sick of stupid bitches backstabbing my ass. I HATE IT. I can't stand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have something to say to me, don't be a dumbass and act like what you say won't get back to me. IT WILL, honey! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate playboys. So much. I've hated them for so long. Especially when I went through a recent situation. WTF man. Idiotic guys. I hate how these guys just treat these girls like shit. They don't even care about how they feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTS! ROT IN HELL! ROT. IN. HELL. I only &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; that one day, one SWEET day, you'll know how it feels to be played. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what's wrong with me right now. What the hell am I going through?! I have everything I need and could possibly want - so &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; the hell am I acting like this right now? I know I'm not PMS'ing or anything. But ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's what happened to me &lt;strong&gt;last saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, I don't really want to talk about it. But, what kind of friend is &lt;u&gt;SHE?!&lt;/u&gt; I never should have invited her, because all she brought along with her was D-R-A-M-A. And I freaking HATE drama .. with a damn passion! Stupid slut! So what if she has a got damn boyfriend?! Now she acts like she's better than everyone! Well you know what, baby?! &lt;strong&gt;REMEMBER WHEN THAT GUY TREATED YOU LIKE CRAP?!&lt;/strong&gt; Hell yes, I'm bringing it up! Stupidass. And yet, you forgive him and act like nothing ever happened in the first place. Hmph. Just know that, &lt;strong&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;/strong&gt; And when you need me, &lt;u&gt;I won't be there for you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, &lt;strong&gt;WOAH.&lt;/strong&gt; I just got completely off topic. First, I started with love. And now I'm ending at friends and karma. Geez. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I need to rest on this. I'm sick of the bullshit. Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:HaloScan('ily');" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCount('ily');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('ily');" target="_self"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;postCountTB('ily'); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902051650353067762-7920293778061670873?l=maria-gazell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/feeds/7920293778061670873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902051650353067762&amp;postID=7920293778061670873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/7920293778061670873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902051650353067762/posts/default/7920293778061670873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria-gazell.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-okay-to-love-again.html' title='2'/><author><name>Gazell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04070510390796170635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/R23B4xhr75I/AAAAAAAAADg/sg_JIxQosV8/S220/d.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fu-Lav2Krpk/Rwmu73GSiqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SHdRjrMvbxs/s72-c/1007071443-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902051650353067762.post-1682773629762226718</id><published>2007-10-07T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:19:06.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>This is going to take some getting used to. I can't even count how many times I've made blogspot accounts and then left them alone to gather dust. HAHA! Today was okay, I suppose. Just a whole bunch of nothing. But I got a little pissed off today because my little brother's friend came over. And he, my brother, my mom, and I went places. Then she bought us ice cream. And what the hell does this little guy do? &lt;strong&gt;He pisses in the car. &lt;/strong&gt; WHAT!!! He couldn't hold it daw. HAHAHA! Grossness. So we had to drive all the way back home so my mother could sanitize the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days. Tsk Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I have no school tomorrow! So I'm just going to go shopping with mommy or something. =) That's always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to &lt;strong&gt;Pacquiao&lt;/strong&gt; for his victory against Barrera! I'm so happy. Not only did my country win, but I also won a total of $70 - $20 from my daddy (who bet &lt;em&gt;against&lt;/em&gt; Pacquiao .. WTF?! .. And $50 from my Mexican friend, Daniel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! 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