<?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-1681376735948232023</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:20:33.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi Robles</title><subtitle type='html'>www.twitter.com/WhatMimiSaid</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7634724820948721081</id><published>2009-11-23T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:39:47.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't be blogging on here anymore guys! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catch me on tumblr.com!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/11/moved.html' title='MOVED!!!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7506464124855483602</id><published>2009-09-27T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:39:10.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FOLLOW MEEEEEEEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/WhatMimiSaid"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://twitter.com/WhatMimiSaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-7506464124855483602?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7506464124855483602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7506464124855483602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7506464124855483602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7506464124855483602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/09/follow-meeeeeeee.html' title='FOLLOW MEEEEEEEE!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-2199735917274530238</id><published>2009-09-23T00:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:16:59.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Him &lt;/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't listen to your heart, it'll only end up hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-2199735917274530238?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2199735917274530238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=2199735917274530238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2199735917274530238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2199735917274530238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/09/him-3.html' title='Him &lt;/3'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-929079464090092957</id><published>2009-09-20T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:08:37.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's September 20th and summer's officially gone... well in my eyes. The nice weather &amp;amp; fun times, all gone. Summer Love? Yeah, that's gone too. Stupid guys, falling in and out of love, stupid love songs. Fuck it. Time to set a new goal.. and what the fuck will it be? Hmmm. College of coarse is my main priority. But other than that? I don't know. What I do know is that I set myself in Asshole-Mode, lol. I've came to realize that if you think like a Nigga, you won't get played like a Bitch, and I'm going to stick by that. Sounds funny I no, but really think about it; its definitely the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-929079464090092957?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/929079464090092957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=929079464090092957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/929079464090092957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/929079464090092957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/09/summers-gone.html' title='Summer&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1665173277245650418</id><published>2009-09-10T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:31:53.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on it...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm back and more than ready for anything. Today's the first day of classes, and I'm definitley excited about being a sophmore in College.. even though I'm taking Freshmen Math, lol. FML. Well, there's lots to update on and I'll get going soon enough. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-1665173277245650418?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1665173277245650418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1665173277245650418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1665173277245650418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1665173277245650418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-on-it.html' title='Back on it...'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-3397105266289682002</id><published>2009-07-02T23:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:55:29.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KAITLYN ROBLES!!</title><content type='html'>My sister's finally here! Kaitlyn Alexandra Robles, born on June 29th 9:20 am. She's beautiful and gorgeous and ughh she's perfect! I can't believe she's here already, but I'm super that she is. Here's some pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2A8FN--ZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/BnJESCtU4I4/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354077301694724498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2A8FN--ZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/BnJESCtU4I4/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2Anu8gsPI/AAAAAAAAAug/H_rfEVasIuI/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354076952118472946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2Anu8gsPI/AAAAAAAAAug/H_rfEVasIuI/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2AnYc-M-I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Hrt2vnT4hXI/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354076946080609250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2AnYc-M-I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Hrt2vnT4hXI/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2AnNNS0UI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/65b69BNvrIg/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354076943062061378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2AnNNS0UI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/65b69BNvrIg/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2Amv-zWOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/fEGkWalxSIY/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354076935216650466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2Amv-zWOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/fEGkWalxSIY/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1681376735948232023-3397105266289682002?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3397105266289682002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=3397105266289682002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3397105266289682002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3397105266289682002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/07/kaitlyn-robles.html' title='KAITLYN ROBLES!!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sk2A8FN--ZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/BnJESCtU4I4/s72-c/IMG_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7789836697419335334</id><published>2009-06-18T21:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:36:10.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared of Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scared might not be the right word for my situation.. Maybe more like tired of  being lonely? Yes. I'm so fucking tired of the bullshit games, heartache and run arounds. I thought I had my one and only, but I guess everything has an end to it. UGHH. God will send me my happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-7789836697419335334?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7789836697419335334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7789836697419335334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7789836697419335334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7789836697419335334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/06/scared-of-lonely.html' title='Scared of Lonely'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7763391090098114206</id><published>2009-06-02T19:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:59:08.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon Trailer, finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4945337&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4945337&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4945337"&gt;Official New Moon Trailer&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1615170"&gt;benok the great&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/twilight-new-moon-logo.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/twilight-new-moon-logo.thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fucking excited to see this movie! FINALLY, they made a damn trailer. The book was freaking awesome &amp;amp; this shit looks like it'll be better =] Who's coming with me to see it!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-7763391090098114206?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7763391090098114206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7763391090098114206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7763391090098114206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7763391090098114206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon-trailer-finally.html' title='New Moon Trailer, finally!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-4086048530084109684</id><published>2009-05-26T15:42:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:07:38.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness taken from children?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What happens when children are un-happy? When something is given to them &amp;amp; its taken away? Well, this post is for me. Okay, I'm not exactly a child but when I say "un-happy children" its because parents are involved. In my case, my mother is involved. Now, I would never speak badly of my mother because God knows that I love her with all my heart. Come on, she's the lady who gave me life.. BUT, on the other hand, she makes me un-happy. Taking away things that are close to me and expects me to be okay after a few days. "She'll get over it." So here's my story. Maybe you'll find it funny, maybe you'll find it sad but I don't give a fuck what you think. If you've read my previous posts, I've had a dog for a little while now. Peewee. The only thing I ever got attached to. My little baby. Well, he's gone now. No he's not dead, but he's not in my arms anymore. She sold my dog for 200 fucking dollars. I should've seen this shit coming, only because SHE'S DONE THIS 3 FUCKING TIMES TO ME. She buys me a dog, and gives them away after I fall in love with them. You just don't do things like that. So all the mother's out there, word of advise, if you don't want your kids to hate you don't give them things and take them away because YOU yourself get tired of them. It's un-fair and as a result, you get UN-HAPPY CHILDREN. She sits here complaining that I have an attitude and why don't I talk to her.. why should I? Then, she tells everybody that I'm not speaking to her to try and make people feel bad for her. She did it to herself and I will never forgive her for that. Okay, yeah eventually I'll get over it. But, like I said, I will never forget or forgive her. My brother is 2 years old and till now he keeps saying Peewee, Peewee, Peewee. Isn't it clear that he misses my dog too? Smh. I keep crying about it, even right now as I write this. I miss you Peewee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ShxKbK_tneI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aG9Nd0AD-7s/s1600-h/ilypeewee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 91px" height="184" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/fok9bk.jpg" width="873" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ShxKTXE49oI/AAAAAAAAAtI/uG7hT7K5tnI/s1600-h/ilypeewee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-4086048530084109684?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4086048530084109684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=4086048530084109684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4086048530084109684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4086048530084109684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-taken-from-children.html' title='Happiness taken from children?'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/fok9bk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-3522368761486421392</id><published>2009-05-17T00:48:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:40:33.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/ejh9ic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/ejh9ic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Exclamatory? Pretty much. Love sucks. The truth is that after all&lt;br /&gt;the good times you shared with that special someone, all the things, all&lt;br /&gt;the fucking time wasted on that person, in the end you'll have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;All the smiles and joy will soon turn to dark cold lonely nights, tears and heartache. Everything has an end to it and it sucks that it has to be that way. I should've listened to Mommie &amp;amp; Daddie when they told me time &amp;amp; time again that nothing good would come of this. I am/was/will always be unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him but then again, was he? Is he? Love is a hell of a word and I wanna no why the fuck it hurts so bad. Rhetorical question. The worst part of it all was giving up and what hurt so much was that I wasn't the one who gave up. Why should someone hold on to something that isn't worth fighting for? Well at least, it wasn't worth him fighting for. Do you have any idea what you've done? You have taken the only thing that beats in me. I'm defeated and out of love. But I guess this is just another bump in my rode or a long dream that I woke up from with tears and heavybreathing... One of those dreams that you wake up from and wish that it was true...sitting up on your bed thinking like damn, I knew it was too good to be true. It was only a dream, a fantasy, completely unrealistic.. More like a nightmare towards the end of that once oh so wonderful dream. So much for my happy ending, so much for my cinderella story, my prince charming? He was indeed my first true love. The only man that will hold the key to my heart forever. I'll be seeing you, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Mimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-3522368761486421392?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3522368761486421392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=3522368761486421392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3522368761486421392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3522368761486421392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/ejh9ic_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5300529493123042779</id><published>2009-04-10T14:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:55:35.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and Better than ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay so after about 3 weeks, I'M BACK! And better than ever. I have lots to tell and many updates to do on my blog. I'm just writing this post for now but come back soon and you won't be disappointed. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-5300529493123042779?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5300529493123042779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5300529493123042779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5300529493123042779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5300529493123042779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-and-better-than-ever.html' title='Back and Better than ever.'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1113124673321239545</id><published>2009-03-30T08:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:41:23.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Back Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Going Hiatus for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SdC9FtTYzwI/AAAAAAAAAqo/saOp0d8KEAc/s1600-h/ellysbday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SdC95JU_EPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KtFhWXQnBjo/s1600-h/ellysbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318959949378687218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SdC95JU_EPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KtFhWXQnBjo/s400/ellysbday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I officially need a break, from everything. I need to get my mind right and think about things that need to be thought about, if that even make sense. Of course, I'll recover and come back to tell you guys all about it, but until then, so long. ;\ &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/1681376735948232023-1113124673321239545?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1113124673321239545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1113124673321239545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1113124673321239545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1113124673321239545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-back-soon.html' title='Be Back Soon'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SdC95JU_EPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KtFhWXQnBjo/s72-c/ellysbday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-204574469504888193</id><published>2009-03-20T23:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:32:13.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://i13.ebayimg.com/05/i/001/21/77/fdf8_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello Kitty is the SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok so I was on google.com searching, like always, lol and I ran into this cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute mouse for my laptop! AND YES, I ordered it :) Cost me $8.99 with no shipping. HOLLA! Lol. I can't wait to freaking get it. Isn't it beautiful? I love it ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-204574469504888193?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/204574469504888193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=204574469504888193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/204574469504888193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/204574469504888193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-kitty-mouse.html' title='Hello Kitty Mouse'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5696473758383968157</id><published>2009-03-20T12:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:26:51.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day Gone Bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For starters, my hair didn't come out right this morning. I flat-ironed it (why? I don't know cause my hair is already straight) and it came out DISGUSTING. It was already too late to rewash my hair and blow it out. Then, my bag was so heavy cause I had my textbooks in it plus my clothes and sneakers to work out in the gym after my classes. So theeeeeeen, I leave my house fucking late (11:30) when I was suppose to leave at 11. Dammit. I get on the van and I forgot my damn wallet on my bed. LMFAO! Holy Shit. I get off the van and walk back home. I get on the elevator and I GET STUCK! OMFG looool omg omg. I was so mad I started crying. Today is officially NOT my day.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On better terms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/10/07/twilight-poster-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 665px" alt="" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/10/07/twilight-poster-final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my favorite movie comes out tomorrow. I will be buying it Saturday ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU EDWARD CULLEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-5696473758383968157?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5696473758383968157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5696473758383968157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5696473758383968157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5696473758383968157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-not-my-fucking-day.html' title='Good Day Gone Bad.'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-6143833919417690985</id><published>2009-03-19T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:24:16.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy Perry- Thinking of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMFG! This is officially the greatest fucking video and song ever made. Why? Simply because it's Katy Perry :) I love how she made this video like the movie The Notebook. It very emotional and yes, I did cry to it. Made me realize how much I love my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tw-nsH0obK0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tw-nsH0obK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-6143833919417690985?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6143833919417690985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=6143833919417690985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6143833919417690985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6143833919417690985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/katy-perry-thinking-of-you.html' title='Katy Perry- Thinking of You'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-3749288804548475186</id><published>2009-03-19T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:40:17.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ENZ 99</title><content type='html'>ACT Retest: the first week of April 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-3749288804548475186?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3749288804548475186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=3749288804548475186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3749288804548475186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3749288804548475186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/enz-99.html' title='ENZ 99'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-3099834458915823619</id><published>2009-03-15T22:56:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:07:57.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye L Word///</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so its sunday night, 9 pm and I feel so incomplete. NO MORE L WORD!? Shit. That show was so fucking gooooood I never missed any episode. I really hate the way they ended the L word. They left so many things unsolved like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sb3LwA7bbSI/AAAAAAAAApo/OSD3f9WIkIo/s1600-h/lword.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313629478967864882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sb3N27nsbjI/AAAAAAAAApw/uMCpFJk2DcU/s400/lword.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max never gave birth. They showed when she was shaving her beard and OMG I thought she was gona become girly, but I guess not. Helena and Dilian, wtffffffffff was that all about! I think they were cute together. God, Jenny was fucked up for snitching on Helena about testing Dilian. Blah. Hmmm, who else. OH! Alice found out that ugly girl (I forgot her name) was in love with Tasha but wtf Tasha disappeared for like 2 days on Alice and they never showed anything if she fucked that girl or something lol. And last but not least my bitch, JENNY SCHECTER! Holy shit, when Shayne found Molly's letter in her leather coat and the negatives to Lez Girlz in the atic whoa, what a bitch. But I saw it coming. I love her though, lol. WHY SHE HAD TO DIE!? ;( I think she killed herself because she felt bad about everything, but idk? A lot of people think someone killed her iono. All I no is that I'm gona miss this show od and I wish they would make at least one more season. Someone pleasde consider it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-3099834458915823619?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3099834458915823619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=3099834458915823619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3099834458915823619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3099834458915823619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-l-word.html' title='Bye Bye L Word///'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sb3N27nsbjI/AAAAAAAAApw/uMCpFJk2DcU/s72-c/lword.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-8840382135326504301</id><published>2009-03-14T21:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:22:49.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokey Eye on me &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3653855&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3653855&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3653855"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1369730"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this, please comment. Tell me your opinions :) Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-8840382135326504301?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8840382135326504301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=8840382135326504301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8840382135326504301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8840382135326504301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/smokey-eye-on-me-3.html' title='Smokey Eye on me &lt;3'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-9126025001165110027</id><published>2009-03-12T21:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:08:56.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred Flare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3335225525_5633bea57c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 616px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3335225525_5633bea57c_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3335225525_5633bea57c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was searching the web for nice jewelry and stuff and I came up with this coooooool ass website! &lt;a href="http://www.fredflare.com/"&gt;http://www.fredflare.com/&lt;/a&gt; If your the type that likes weird, different kind of things, this is the way to go! I ordered a few things from here hehe. The prices are pretty good too. They also have a store in Brooklyn. Ima check it out this weekend and take some pictures. I'll be sure to write a review when I get back :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Store Info:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;131 Meserole Ave at Leonard Street Greenpoint, Brooklyn 11222&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a couple blocks north from the Nassau Ave stop on the G train)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STORE HOURS: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12-7 WED-SAT, 12-5 SUN, CLOSED MON &amp;amp; TUE*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-9126025001165110027?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/9126025001165110027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=9126025001165110027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/9126025001165110027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/9126025001165110027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/fred-flare.html' title='Fred Flare'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-6866335105683538202</id><published>2009-03-11T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:06:06.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that broke my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312128131400790354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sbh4ZAGA8VI/AAAAAAAAAow/FC8DztvToO4/s400/click_lily_allen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;22 year old&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sbh2uPDkYiI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Ddv54-Hq_e8/s1600-h/click_lily_allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singer, my favorite singer, Lily Allen revealed something that broke my heart. Lily had a "very public" miscarriage, which I guess means that she told the world about. ;( She was interviewed by Spinner.com and said how upset she was about what people said probably why she lost her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily:&lt;/strong&gt; "There was a lot of stuff when I miscarried my child, you know, that people wrote really negative things about," she tells Spinner. "Why they thought I miscarried, like I'd been drinking or smoking or that kind of stuff. It was really upsetting."&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLES! God, can people be any more rude and cruel? Shit. They also asked her what her biggest fear was and OMG its my biggest fear too ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily:&lt;/strong&gt; "Biggest fear? I guess, dying alone maybe," she tells Spinner. "I don't think about it a lot, but if I think about what I'm most scared of, that would probably be it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Lily. I hope everything works out for her. I LOVE YOU LILY ALLEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-6866335105683538202?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6866335105683538202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=6866335105683538202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6866335105683538202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6866335105683538202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-that-broke-my-heart.html' title='Something that broke my heart...'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sbh4ZAGA8VI/AAAAAAAAAow/FC8DztvToO4/s72-c/click_lily_allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5092938165929802104</id><published>2009-03-11T22:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:16:49.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3568168&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3568168&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3568168"&gt;BRITISH ACCENT!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1369730"&gt;Mimi Rosario&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-5092938165929802104?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5092938165929802104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5092938165929802104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5092938165929802104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5092938165929802104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/british-accent-from-mimi-rosario-on.html' title='Good Times :)'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-6050556185169602739</id><published>2009-03-10T19:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:03:02.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My College Buddy and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbcmfNDXjJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/IhN4KG_hN74/s1600-h/meeeee.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311756603028376722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbcmfNDXjJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/IhN4KG_hN74/s400/meeeee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbclkxhdTcI/AAAAAAAAAlw/at-3j1lAt-s/s1600-h/me.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311755599205977538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbclkxhdTcI/AAAAAAAAAlw/at-3j1lAt-s/s400/me.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbcmINrKpfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gH1Vqzc4gXI/s1600-h/us.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311756208058312178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbcmINrKpfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gH1Vqzc4gXI/s400/us.png" border="0" /&gt;&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/1681376735948232023-6050556185169602739?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6050556185169602739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=6050556185169602739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6050556185169602739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6050556185169602739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-school.html' title='My College Buddy and I'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbcmfNDXjJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/IhN4KG_hN74/s72-c/meeeee.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1873461131812036435</id><published>2009-03-10T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:14:31.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it again</title><content type='html'>12:10pm and I'm sitting in school bored. I'm in ENZ 099 which is a writing english class that I take because as you all know, I LOVE TO WRITE. I kinda missed college. It keeps me occupied and I enjoy what I learn. Right now, I'm waiting for this shit to end. Its now 12:12 and it doesnt end till 12:45, great! My professor, Havis, assigned us an essay and I'm already done lol. Cool thing is that we are allowed to type it instead of writing it which I think is so much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;My class is filled with faces I never seen and I miss my friends a hella lot. Blah, I'm meeting up with Jackie and Chuleta after this class which should be interesting. I'M STARVING! I neeeeeeeed pizza, lol. I'ma take a few pictures and post them here later. Toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mimi Rosario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-1873461131812036435?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1873461131812036435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1873461131812036435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1873461131812036435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1873461131812036435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-at-it-again.html' title='Back at it again'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1143592626743411531</id><published>2009-03-08T13:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:09:38.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>My life isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, I don't have a job yet but I sure am trying. Things are hard now a days but I'm managing. School starts tomorrow and I feel excited. I rather be in school doing stuff I like then being home and arguing with my mother 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and FYI, those who read my blog, I do love writing. Its not that I sit home all day and do shit or what you might call "free time", writing is a hobby of mine which I love doing and people learn to appriecate my work. ANYWAYS, theres so much shit to do, so much shit coming up... my step mother is 6 months and still counting. Her baby shower is in May. My friend Yomara's babyshower is this month and she's due in May. I met Yomi on deviantart and she's pretty cool :) I've grown attached to her and her pregnancy days lol. I'm so excited to see her and little Demi! She's one of those people who appreciate my blog, thanks girlie. Another majorrrr event is my little brother's birthday on March 31st. Elliot is turning 2 years old! Jeez, how time flys huh. Wierd thing, I was googling like always lol, and I typed in March 31st events and Selena died on my brother's birthday. WHOA. Theres this thing my family says, when someone dies, a new life is born. Like they give their life for another. So thank you Selena, rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;As for me and Manny, we doing good. He's in a hard time in his life that he has to struggle but I am here to help and be by his side. I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to get dressed. I'm going shopping with Daddie-O lol, I'll be back to finish this post. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-1143592626743411531?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1143592626743411531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1143592626743411531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1143592626743411531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1143592626743411531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7001785092174927033</id><published>2009-03-07T12:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:49:49.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Manny, only</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;People ask if I'm in love with you cause I'm sitting here with your picture and smiling to myself. I'm kinda lost in my own thoughts of you. My heart speaks before my mind thinks through and I blush as I say yes. YES, I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your eyes, your smile, your kiss I must admit it's a part of me. You please me, complete me, filling me like a melody. Your soul, your flow, your youth, your truth is simply proof that we were meant to be. But the best quality that's hooking me is that you're loving me for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing how something so sweet has come and rearranged my life. I've been kissed by destiny. Heaven came and saved me, an angel was placed at my feet. This isn't ordinary but I'm so lucky because He's loving me for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stripped of all make-up, no need for fancy clothes, no cover ups, no push ups, with him I don't have to put on a show. He loves every freckle, every curve, every inch of my skin. Fulfilling me entirely, taking all of me in. He's real, he's honesty... He's loving me for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-7001785092174927033?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7001785092174927033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7001785092174927033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7001785092174927033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7001785092174927033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-manny-only.html' title='For Manny, only'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-4834517322547571027</id><published>2009-03-07T12:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:27:43.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the day FOR A DAY, lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbKuKrtY8KI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-43-1k8Du5w/s1600-h/IMG_6048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310498409178263714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbKuKrtY8KI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-43-1k8Du5w/s400/IMG_6048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbKuKCL426I/AAAAAAAAAlg/nPferPpaku4/s1600-h/IMG_6050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310498398031895458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbKuKCL426I/AAAAAAAAAlg/nPferPpaku4/s400/IMG_6050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbKuJxKmoqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/FstIv3MXC9g/s1600-h/IMG_6051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310498393463104162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbKuJxKmoqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/FstIv3MXC9g/s400/IMG_6051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored of my usual nails being wrapped and always putting french, so i decided to go alittle old style lol. Long nails and bright colors : ) What you think? I love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-4834517322547571027?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4834517322547571027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=4834517322547571027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4834517322547571027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4834517322547571027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-day-for-day-lol.html' title='Back in the day FOR A DAY, lol'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbKuKrtY8KI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-43-1k8Du5w/s72-c/IMG_6048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-9117164096786279075</id><published>2009-03-05T16:22:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:30:34.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 5, 2007 //happy anniversary to us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbBD0cPxD6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/jj1kGVfxBGg/s1600-h/IMG_5341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309818528884395938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbBD0cPxD6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/jj1kGVfxBGg/s400/IMG_5341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today me &amp;amp; my baby make 1 year &amp;amp; 5months! YAY! So exciting for me to be with him this long and I couln't be happier. I love Him. Time is ticking and soon our love will last forever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is Love you ask?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is beautiful, horrible, magical, terrible, reasons to laugh and smile, reasons to cry yourself to sleep at night. To start a fight, make up, break up, wrong or right, even heaven on earth but no one really knows anything about it but one thing for sure, everybody needs it. we cant live without it. if you ask what love is like, it feels like joy, and it feels like pain and it feels like sunshine, it feels like rain. Its an exuse for dying, and reason to live. If you don't know what love really is, let yourself go, let your heart take the chance. Its wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-9117164096786279075?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/9117164096786279075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=9117164096786279075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/9117164096786279075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/9117164096786279075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-anniversary-to-us.html' title='October 5, 2007 //happy anniversary to us!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SbBD0cPxD6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/jj1kGVfxBGg/s72-c/IMG_5341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-472918488745755550</id><published>2009-03-04T12:02:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:30:01.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sa66blOnOcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fLnpOAqS8I8/s1600-h/obsessedmovie_clv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309385993729030594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sa66blOnOcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fLnpOAqS8I8/s400/obsessedmovie_clv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3swMmqBTVQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3swMmqBTVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me this shit doesn't look good! I will slap somebody. I can't wait to see this movie along with Transformers 2. Beyonce's on a roll, you go girl! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-472918488745755550?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/472918488745755550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=472918488745755550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/472918488745755550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/472918488745755550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sa66blOnOcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fLnpOAqS8I8/s72-c/obsessedmovie_clv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7498210589113749300</id><published>2009-03-04T11:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:35:19.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tmobile G1 Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sa6qxragu8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Bwd3mhkOFYE/s1600-h/IMG_5980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309368781160627138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sa6qxragu8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Bwd3mhkOFYE/s400/IMG_5980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Personal Opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This piece of shit phone of tmobile, I am so fucking sick of it! DON'T GET IT! TRUST ME! I will admit that its a pretty phone. The touch screen so really cool. I bought this pretty cover to make it look nicer but it officially SUCKS. It has been giving me problems for the last month and I can't wait to get it off my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What Are The Problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For starters, the camera is so shitty. Okay, it looks nice and clear but it has MAJOR delay with trying to take the pictures. Hmm what else.... Oh, sometimes when someone is calling, the phone freezes and won't let you answer the call but it'll keep ringing. smh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The problem with my phone is that it constantly loses service and I have to keep putting airplane mode or restarting it. Its very frustrating as hell. Also, the aim SUCKS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Only Cool Thing About The G1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only good thing I can say about this stupid phone is that you can make your own ringtones on the phone or set any music to a ringer. Thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUY AT YOUR OWN RISK PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-7498210589113749300?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7498210589113749300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7498210589113749300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7498210589113749300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7498210589113749300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/03/tmobile-g1-review.html' title='Tmobile G1 Review'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/Sa6qxragu8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Bwd3mhkOFYE/s72-c/IMG_5980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-2837851083245335195</id><published>2009-02-28T23:45:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:40:24.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>//Transformers 2 - trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuffwelike.com/stuffwelike/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/photo_29_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 475px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://www.stuffwelike.com/stuffwelike/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/photo_29_hires.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="238"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/8863"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/8863" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="415" height="238" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers 2 is hitting cinemas on June 29th 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I have to see this shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-2837851083245335195?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2837851083245335195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=2837851083245335195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2837851083245335195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2837851083245335195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/transformers-2-trailer.html' title='//Transformers 2 - trailer'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7844866138893120239</id><published>2009-02-27T15:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:33:44.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOD!</title><content type='html'>Peewee threw up the sock ^_^ I researched on google.com and they said give him poroxide and milk and he threw it up 5 mins later. WOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-7844866138893120239?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7844866138893120239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7844866138893120239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7844866138893120239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7844866138893120239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-god.html' title='THANK GOD!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7494501893757837175</id><published>2009-02-27T14:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:51:49.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PEEWEE SWALLOWED A SOCK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omg my 4 month old puppy, Peewee, swallowed my baby brother's sock! I'm scared as fuck and I can't stop crying. He seems fine but I'm still worried. I called the fucking vet over here and all they talked about was "MONEY MONEY MONEY". The stupid receptionist told me that he needs xrays and surgery and blah blah. So I called another vet place and she was trying to help me money wise. She said since he is a puppy and the sock wasn't big, he should either throw it up or poop it out. GOD LORD PLEASE I HOPE HE DOES! :( &lt;div align="justify"&gt;She said to watch him within the next 24 hrs and if he doesn't shit/throw it up xrays are needed and surgery too. Funny thing, the xrays AND surgery together are almost 1000 something. I need a miracle. I'm praying that Peewee passes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Baby. I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SahDxyBzOCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/fqXfk3n1bqk/s1600-h/IMG_5767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307566683378104354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SahDxyBzOCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/fqXfk3n1bqk/s400/IMG_5767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SahDyVicDSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/7_ugTddjXtA/s1600-h/IMG_5773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307566692910239010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SahDyVicDSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/7_ugTddjXtA/s400/IMG_5773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SahDyvhpCRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ETxTkV_gCmM/s1600-h/IMG_5774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307566699886217490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SahDyvhpCRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ETxTkV_gCmM/s400/IMG_5774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SahDy5yW0wI/AAAAAAAAAhE/lYaBRgZPzAs/s1600-h/IMG_5775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307566702640681730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SahDy5yW0wI/AAAAAAAAAhE/lYaBRgZPzAs/s400/IMG_5775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1681376735948232023-7494501893757837175?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7494501893757837175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7494501893757837175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7494501893757837175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7494501893757837175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/peewee-swallowed-sock.html' title='PEEWEE SWALLOWED A SOCK!!!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SahDxyBzOCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/fqXfk3n1bqk/s72-c/IMG_5767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-4076434993338051102</id><published>2009-02-26T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:48:26.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEYOND HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manny's sleeping over again today and I'm so happy. I never sleep as good then when I'm with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&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/1681376735948232023-4076434993338051102?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4076434993338051102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=4076434993338051102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4076434993338051102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4076434993338051102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/beyond-happy.html' title='BEYOND HAPPY'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7184725743895348525</id><published>2009-02-26T20:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:34:07.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307283049233411426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SadB0GgCbWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/oFz_DOQxxtA/s400/201800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307283048954652898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SadB0Fdk6OI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fk7_M6npwGw/s400/201803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307283049024415986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SadB0FuNaPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/IDwoagEdzTc/s400/201904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a J&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M tattoo on my rist just like this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I made it w/ a glittery pen I bought &lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's J M? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joanna &amp;amp; Manny, duh :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Idk people, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&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/1681376735948232023-7184725743895348525?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7184725743895348525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7184725743895348525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7184725743895348525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7184725743895348525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-i-desire.html' title='Something I Desire'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SadB0GgCbWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/oFz_DOQxxtA/s72-c/201800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-8513486539213389282</id><published>2009-02-25T21:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:08:56.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Girlprops.com&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite website from this day on. It has the cutest jewelry and acessories for girliesss and I recommend to all my fashion lovers, check it out! Prices are real good too. I ordered this glasses that I've been dying for! They should be here within 2-15 buisness days. CAN'TTTTT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SabL0aBWVQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HZvjFXcb0es/s1600-h/ProductShot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307153312101324034" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SabL0aBWVQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HZvjFXcb0es/s400/ProductShot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/1681376735948232023-8513486539213389282?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8513486539213389282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=8513486539213389282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8513486539213389282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8513486539213389282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/girlpropscom.html' title='!!!!!!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SabL0aBWVQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HZvjFXcb0es/s72-c/ProductShot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-2786395224329786529</id><published>2009-02-25T15:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:10:49.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^ MAKEEEUP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWuOUtIlMI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cSVNV0nWtjw/s1600-h/IMG_5944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306839297025414338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWuOUtIlMI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cSVNV0nWtjw/s400/IMG_5944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok people, this my EVERYDAY makeup ^_^ no this is not all the makeup I have lol, I do have more. Duh. Victoria secret lipgloss, I LOVE IT! Idk it shines nice &amp;amp; tastes good ;) My eyelash curler, I never leave this house without it. I love my mac brushes♥ Heres a few pics of my favorite products :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWvXT7cVEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZvNlLEM0jmE/s1600-h/IMG_5919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306840550947443778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWvXT7cVEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZvNlLEM0jmE/s400/IMG_5919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Black "fluidline" and Black Eye Shadow ♥&lt;br /&gt;It works like a charm and looks beautiful ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWvXUbzNvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ms7wgcGHmmY/s1600-h/IMG_5920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306840551083161330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWvXUbzNvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ms7wgcGHmmY/s400/IMG_5920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWvXk1abMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PVQwk-dHTdQ/s1600-h/IMG_5922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306840555485555906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWvXk1abMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PVQwk-dHTdQ/s400/IMG_5922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWvXH8dSYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/HwhOeeke0NM/s1600-h/IMG_5930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306840547730475394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWvXH8dSYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/HwhOeeke0NM/s400/IMG_5930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bare Minerals is the SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It gives your face a glowy look &amp;amp; its not oily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Duh, its powder obviously. This is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWvXRgUp2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/qdQY-o0ybTE/s1600-h/IMG_5931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306840550296823650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWvXRgUp2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/qdQY-o0ybTE/s400/IMG_5931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Number 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWw3UKBTSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/GXqoHRUbe3c/s1600-h/IMG_5935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306842200276028706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWw3UKBTSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/GXqoHRUbe3c/s400/IMG_5935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOEVER invented the eyelash curler, ♥I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is my baby, lol. i have very LONG eye lashes and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when I curl then they look so hot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Number 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWya-tAMiI/AAAAAAAAAf0/udfpIpivnws/s1600-h/IMG_5925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306843912504095266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWya-tAMiI/AAAAAAAAAf0/udfpIpivnws/s400/IMG_5925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWybHhSlOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4UjD0Kzg_C8/s1600-h/IMG_5924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306843914870887650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWybHhSlOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4UjD0Kzg_C8/s400/IMG_5924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this blush, and the shade. I bought it from sephora for $25. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I'm so freaking white, this goes great with my skin color ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the point.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I LOVE MAKEUP!&lt;/span&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/1681376735948232023-2786395224329786529?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2786395224329786529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=2786395224329786529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2786395224329786529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2786395224329786529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/makeeeup.html' title='^_^ MAKEEEUP!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaWuOUtIlMI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cSVNV0nWtjw/s72-c/IMG_5944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-67372190861126754</id><published>2009-02-25T14:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:04:39.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KITTY PERRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1fGG-Y7UhA/SaJZW_ki9WI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cHNnLilLWRw/s400/1000066267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1fGG-Y7UhA/SaJfxm9Hl8I/AAAAAAAAATg/kjAaVWbxMTA/s400/katyperryhk001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know ANYONE who would pull off this outfit better than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Katy Perry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this Bitch! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1fGG-Y7UhA/SaJfUgxO_tI/AAAAAAAAATY/f1Oj0UYK6-c/s400/katyperryhk002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1fGG-Y7UhA/SaJdIIlDjrI/AAAAAAAAATI/iW6fq4pQbTQ/s400/perrybritaward.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-67372190861126754?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/67372190861126754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=67372190861126754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/67372190861126754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/67372190861126754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/kitty-perry.html' title='KITTY PERRY!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1fGG-Y7UhA/SaJZW_ki9WI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cHNnLilLWRw/s72-c/1000066267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5638422459147394713</id><published>2009-02-24T13:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:27:00.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>I think girls now a days have TOO much confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling yourself way &lt;strong&gt;too much&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/1681376735948232023-5638422459147394713?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5638422459147394713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5638422459147394713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5638422459147394713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5638422459147394713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-4238227255709145316</id><published>2009-02-21T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:11:04.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl's Bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnE-PcUnI/AAAAAAAAAds/NyM_leU5WT8/s1600-h/IMG_5749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305283327423173234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnE-PcUnI/AAAAAAAAAds/NyM_leU5WT8/s320/IMG_5749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnEyNDlhI/AAAAAAAAAdk/yDY-kaOVLEY/s1600-h/IMG_5752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305283324191938066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnEyNDlhI/AAAAAAAAAdk/yDY-kaOVLEY/s320/IMG_5752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A girl's bestfriend indeed. Meet Peewee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnEucPwyI/AAAAAAAAAdc/E6JGpXYm-yA/s1600-h/IMG_5753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305283323181908770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnEucPwyI/AAAAAAAAAdc/E6JGpXYm-yA/s320/IMG_5753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnEunmxtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HUf63WcAuPM/s1600-h/IMG_5751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305283323229554386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnEunmxtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HUf63WcAuPM/s320/IMG_5751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnEbcHGgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YVpxEbeZUEA/s1600-h/IMG_5750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305283318081067522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnEbcHGgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YVpxEbeZUEA/s320/IMG_5750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Boston Terrier, 14 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1681376735948232023-4238227255709145316?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4238227255709145316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=4238227255709145316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4238227255709145316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4238227255709145316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-bestfriend.html' title='A Girl&apos;s Bestfriend'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SaAnE-PcUnI/AAAAAAAAAds/NyM_leU5WT8/s72-c/IMG_5749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1480244104186681143</id><published>2009-02-19T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:32:44.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Niggas Love BITCHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so I came up with this theory that niggas love "bitches". Not bitches as in girls but bitches as in BITCHES. Why? Okay let me explain. Niggas have this way of thinking I guess that when a girl is too nice, they will do things. Things like cheating, acting like assholes and trying to get away with it. Now, when a girl turns into a bitch, its like BANG! BOOM! Niggas is after you, niggas is up your ass, treating you like a queen. Why is it? I just don't get it, lol. Its like you have to be snotty and nasty to get your fucking way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This blog was written for my mother, NOT for me and my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Get the picture? DUH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-1480244104186681143?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1480244104186681143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1480244104186681143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1480244104186681143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1480244104186681143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-niggas-love-bitches.html' title='Why Niggas Love BITCHES'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-2041642025714818878</id><published>2009-02-18T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:41:04.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful V.Day ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZymAWkJUzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/S2WzQOn9OSE/s1600-h/IMG_5625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304296986122998578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZymAWkJUzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/S2WzQOn9OSE/s400/IMG_5625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZymAHe_2_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/99e6vOb-28Q/s1600-h/DSC04998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304296982074874866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZymAHe_2_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/99e6vOb-28Q/s400/DSC04998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZyl_xYvrtI/AAAAAAAAAbM/QDQTdBlLPC0/s1600-h/DSC04999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304296976143068882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZyl_xYvrtI/AAAAAAAAAbM/QDQTdBlLPC0/s400/DSC04999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were delivered to my house ^_^ He's the sweetest guy in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZymBA4MNQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/CYnyDxvP_x0/s1600-h/DSC05003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304296997481362690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZymBA4MNQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/CYnyDxvP_x0/s400/DSC05003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZymBNjSuKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EvmFLy9lqJg/s1600-h/DSC05006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304297000883370146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZymBNjSuKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EvmFLy9lqJg/s400/DSC05006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no one I rather be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1681376735948232023-2041642025714818878?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2041642025714818878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=2041642025714818878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2041642025714818878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2041642025714818878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-vday.html' title='A Beautiful V.Day ♥'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SZymAWkJUzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/S2WzQOn9OSE/s72-c/IMG_5625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1372619382974193060</id><published>2009-02-13T19:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:12:30.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Website- Mimi-Rosario on deviantART</title><content type='html'>For those people who love looking at my photo's, I signed up for this amazing website where I'm able to show off my pictures. The links at the bottom kay, don't forget to show love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimi-rosario.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://mimi-rosario.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimi-rosario.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1681376735948232023-1372619382974193060?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1372619382974193060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1372619382974193060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1372619382974193060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1372619382974193060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-website-mimi-rosario-on-deviantart.html' title='New Website- Mimi-Rosario on deviantART'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-319862271454810071</id><published>2009-02-09T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:32:03.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJnHSbBWLTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJnHSbBWLTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjQ8wu8uga0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjQ8wu8uga0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-319862271454810071?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/319862271454810071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=319862271454810071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/319862271454810071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/319862271454810071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/lmao.html' title='LMAO'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1661631225912740403</id><published>2009-02-05T20:17:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:56:56.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SY-2myAQI4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/3Se-maA0D3Y/s1600-h/Photo_062108_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656063812477826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SY-2myAQI4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/3Se-maA0D3Y/s320/Photo_062108_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SY-2ilc62HI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8LOyF3VEP3Y/s1600-h/Photo_070608_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300655991723579506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SY-2ilc62HI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8LOyF3VEP3Y/s320/Photo_070608_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SY-2d0WOEkI/AAAAAAAAAY0/O8fiTBCige4/s1600-h/Photo_122608_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300655909822665282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SY-2d0WOEkI/AAAAAAAAAY0/O8fiTBCige4/s320/Photo_122608_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most playful, loveable dog in the whole entire world.&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/1681376735948232023-1661631225912740403?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1661631225912740403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1661631225912740403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1661631225912740403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1661631225912740403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-buddy.html' title='Meet Buddy'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SY-2myAQI4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/3Se-maA0D3Y/s72-c/Photo_062108_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-975819478785489390</id><published>2009-02-04T12:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:35:10.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS A GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SYpqkjFDXUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9jBGubpfy_s/s1600-h/downloadfile-5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299165087679077698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SYpqkjFDXUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9jBGubpfy_s/s200/downloadfile-5.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet, Kaitlyn Robles. I'm so exicted! I'm finally gonna have a sister! Can't wait to meet you little one. Congrats to my daddie &amp;amp; his wife, Ana Banana. I love you both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-975819478785489390?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/975819478785489390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=975819478785489390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/975819478785489390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/975819478785489390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-girl.html' title='ITS A GIRL!'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SYpqkjFDXUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9jBGubpfy_s/s72-c/downloadfile-5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5225984567254463832</id><published>2009-02-03T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:19:28.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just wanna  curl up into a ball and disappear. But most of the time, I'm just being overly dramatic. -sigh- Only she gets me. Tishiannae. I love you Boobie. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-5225984567254463832?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5225984567254463832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5225984567254463832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5225984567254463832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5225984567254463832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-just-wanna-curl-up-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-4163782157829991560</id><published>2009-01-29T22:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:25:44.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli, the bleach feen</title><content type='html'>y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:31 P.M.]: :] I love the smell of bleach♥&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:32 P.M.]: yummy!&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:32 P.M.]: ew bleach makes me high lol&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:32 P.M.]: stinks!&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:32 P.M.]: it smells &amp;amp; taste so good&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:32 P.M.]: TASTE?&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:32 P.M.]: I love it!&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:32 P.M.]: lmaoooooo&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:32 P.M.]: :( my mom hides it from me&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:32 P.M.]: you are insane.&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:32 P.M.]: yeah taste&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:32 P.M.]: wdh?&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:32 P.M.]: ever since I was little I've liked it&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:32 P.M.]: ew -_-&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:32 P.M.]: I don't like drink it&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:33 P.M.]: yea sure&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:33 P.M.]: I just like stick my finger in it &amp;amp; taste it&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:33 P.M.]: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:33 P.M.]: lol&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:33 P.M.]: omg&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:33 P.M.]: liar!&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:33 P.M.]: I'd be dead&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:33 P.M.]: lmaoo&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:33 P.M.]: lmao&lt;br /&gt; JoannaLRobles [10:33 P.M.]: LMAOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:33 P.M.]: I love like when you get it on your hand&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:33 P.M.]: im like no way this lady would have like brain damage lols y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:33 P.M.]: &amp;amp; the smell doesnt come off for like a whole day JoannaLRobles [10:33 P.M.]: ew i hate it. i could never get the smell off. yuck y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:33 P.M.]: lmao&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:33 P.M.]: ewww ur so disgusting lmao&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:34 P.M.]: lmao&lt;br /&gt;JoannaLRobles [10:34 P.M.]: lols&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:34 P.M.]: lmao&lt;br /&gt;y0UhEARdBOUtELi [10:34 P.M.]: thanks lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-4163782157829991560?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4163782157829991560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=4163782157829991560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4163782157829991560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4163782157829991560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/01/bleach-feen-lmao.html' title='Eli, the bleach feen'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-6007113273691342259</id><published>2009-01-22T22:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:24:35.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ink &amp; Needles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlANV9dqAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Rs2Oq86IL2Q/s1600-h/DSC04813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333434928146434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlANV9dqAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Rs2Oq86IL2Q/s400/DSC04813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for starters, the out didn't hurt at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlANQBupdI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qaUPE65cyuY/s1600-h/DSC04817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333433335424466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlANQBupdI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qaUPE65cyuY/s400/DSC04817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in the room was "awwwwing" at the point lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlAN5vtd6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/b0lTRsaoyyw/s1600-h/DSC04827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333444534138786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlAN5vtd6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/b0lTRsaoyyw/s400/DSC04827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he started coloring it in, OMG. THE PAINNN! Lol, but it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlANz2ECSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/wDm_PycYvCU/s1600-h/DSC04828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333442950170914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlANz2ECSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/wDm_PycYvCU/s400/DSC04828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I'm a bleeeeeeeeder ;( ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlANxQat9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dJjqvX9BGiI/s1600-h/DSC04823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333442255402962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlANxQat9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dJjqvX9BGiI/s400/DSC04823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST DONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlAVje9ihI/AAAAAAAAAVo/7oZs-LQabM0/s1600-h/DSC04831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333575997262354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlAVje9ihI/AAAAAAAAAVo/7oZs-LQabM0/s400/DSC04831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done ^_^ This is my second tattoo and I kinda enjoyed it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great tattoo artist. Thanks Tio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-6007113273691342259?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6007113273691342259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=6007113273691342259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6007113273691342259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6007113273691342259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-tattoos.html' title='Ink &amp; Needles'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SXlANV9dqAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Rs2Oq86IL2Q/s72-c/DSC04813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-8619638536973333419</id><published>2009-01-20T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:52:22.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest or the girl who never wants to be alone. I don't wanna be that call at four o'clock in the morning cause I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home. Aahh, the sun is blinding, I stayed up again. I am finding that's not the way I want my story to end. I'm safe up high, nothing can touch me. But why do I feel this party's over? No pain inside. You're my protection, but how do I feel this good sober? I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence...The quiet scares me because it screams the truth. Please don't tell me that we had that conversation when I won't remember, save your breath, cause what's the use? The night is calling and it whispers to me softly, "come and play". I am falling and if I let myself go, I'm the only one to blame. I'm safe up high, nothing can touch me but why do I feel this party's over? No pain inside, you're like perfection, but how do I feel this good sober?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...that's deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-8619638536973333419?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8619638536973333419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=8619638536973333419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8619638536973333419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8619638536973333419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/01/sober.html' title='Sober'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-3184490361662792748</id><published>2009-01-16T13:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:33:59.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being greatful for someone like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm greatful for everyday that I wake up, for the air I breathe, and for the blessing of love. Every night before I close my eyes to sleep, I thank God for sending me the person I've been waiting for... the person set to heal my pain and give me ever lasting love... the person to stay by my side for always.. my baby, my love, my life, my heart, my everything. I love you Baby. Thank you for everything. I'm so glad were doing much better. Te quiero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-3184490361662792748?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3184490361662792748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=3184490361662792748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3184490361662792748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3184490361662792748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-greatful-for-someone-like-you.html' title='Being greatful for someone like you'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7635980588948401995</id><published>2009-01-07T19:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:15:36.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me Father, for I have sinned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not very religious, even though I went to catholic school my whole life, but I do believe in God. And I know that he's up there some where listening and watching over me. I'm scared to talk to him because we haven't spoke in so long. I need him more than ever. They say that as long as your sorry, God will forgive you. And when you need him the most, he's there to the rescue. I pray that the Lord forgives me and will bring me my happiness and heal all my pain. ILY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-7635980588948401995?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7635980588948401995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7635980588948401995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7635980588948401995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7635980588948401995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-forgive-me-for-i-have-sinned.html' title='Forgive me Father, for I have sinned...'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-822342213728342007</id><published>2009-01-07T01:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T02:01:54.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that make me smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUBBY [1:25 A.M.]: I'm a proud nigga of my wife&lt;br /&gt;HUBBY [1:31 A.M.]: I wouldnt trade you 4 no1 ma&lt;br /&gt;HUBBY [1:54 A.M.]: I looooooooove u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite our faults, I love this kid to death. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWRTUHlpWSI/AAAAAAAAARw/RBy_MoNZOVw/s1600-h/234442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288443467539241250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWRTUHlpWSI/AAAAAAAAARw/RBy_MoNZOVw/s400/234442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1681376735948232023-822342213728342007?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/822342213728342007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=822342213728342007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/822342213728342007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/822342213728342007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Words that make me smile...'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWRTUHlpWSI/AAAAAAAAARw/RBy_MoNZOVw/s72-c/234442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7172471481618354380</id><published>2009-01-06T01:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:58:59.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in dreams</title><content type='html'>Is it worth it to be sad? But its harder to be glad or to be alive. Be strong, keep your head up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-7172471481618354380?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7172471481618354380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7172471481618354380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7172471481618354380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7172471481618354380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/01/believe-in-dreams.html' title='Believe in dreams'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-568693048801195964</id><published>2009-01-05T23:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:39:13.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being Silly ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWLtURh21CI/AAAAAAAAARQ/z2RgWQLcHSs/s1600-h/132840.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049845044958242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWLtURh21CI/AAAAAAAAARQ/z2RgWQLcHSs/s400/132840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWLtRFXh_MI/AAAAAAAAARI/wdKd4X4uJpU/s1600-h/132922.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049790240816322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWLtRFXh_MI/AAAAAAAAARI/wdKd4X4uJpU/s400/132922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWLtNFBEi0I/AAAAAAAAARA/AHU5nL4a-yM/s1600-h/132832.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049721427135298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWLtNFBEi0I/AAAAAAAAARA/AHU5nL4a-yM/s400/132832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It must be nice having someone who understands the life you live and it must be nice having someone who loves you despite your faults."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I sweet talk her if she like, cause all she really want is for a nigga 2 treat her right.. Right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't wanna see you smile, Baby. I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Searching all my days just to find you, but I'm not sure who I'm looking for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love music lyrics ; )&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/1681376735948232023-568693048801195964?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/568693048801195964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=568693048801195964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/568693048801195964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/568693048801195964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-being-silly.html' title='Just being Silly ^_^'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWLtURh21CI/AAAAAAAAARQ/z2RgWQLcHSs/s72-c/132840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7076219541734632255</id><published>2008-12-26T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:21:13.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did Sweet Love like this go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SVR3wVTTRiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5Ta3K4y0AEw/s1600-h/robot+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283979935047960098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SVR3wVTTRiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5Ta3K4y0AEw/s400/robot+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too Cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-7076219541734632255?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7076219541734632255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7076219541734632255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7076219541734632255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7076219541734632255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-did-sweet-love-like-this-go.html' title='Where did Sweet Love like this go?'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SVR3wVTTRiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5Ta3K4y0AEw/s72-c/robot+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-3946127054612528012</id><published>2008-12-26T00:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:59:19.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its a drug that i refuse to mess with anymore, and ill be that way for a while.its so much like weed, the only difference is that... you roll up emotion and inhale/ exhale tears and a rush of other feelings you dont understand hence the word LOVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;WHOA. My nigga Jermaine spoke the truth right there. I knew this kid since 5th grade and damnit he is so freakin' funny. Lol, and as you can see, he knows how to put the right words together. Thanks for the comment ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-3946127054612528012?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3946127054612528012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=3946127054612528012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3946127054612528012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3946127054612528012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/maine-said.html' title='Maine said...'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-2361903110039361385</id><published>2008-12-25T20:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:24:40.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby, Canon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWMHHvuDWgI/AAAAAAAAARo/XkbjkCF33GE/s1600-h/223710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288078217113197058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWMHHvuDWgI/AAAAAAAAARo/XkbjkCF33GE/s400/223710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FINALLY! I got my baby, Canon, for christmas. She's gorgeous :) Okay, well maybe I'm talking about my camera like its a human lol but so the fuck what. I'm so in love with it! Thank you Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWMHD1JvfeI/AAAAAAAAARg/SxAMN1NEBvU/s1600-h/223640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288078149852036578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWMHD1JvfeI/AAAAAAAAARg/SxAMN1NEBvU/s400/223640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/1681376735948232023-2361903110039361385?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2361903110039361385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=2361903110039361385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2361903110039361385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2361903110039361385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-baby-canon.html' title='My Baby, Canon'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SWMHHvuDWgI/AAAAAAAAARo/XkbjkCF33GE/s72-c/223710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1262633795428583324</id><published>2008-12-23T23:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:35:19.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting into the Christmas Spirit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, Michelle's sweet sixteen is this weekend. Ok, I know what your thinking... 18 years old and still volunteering for sweet sixteen courts? So what! I love it. I guess old childhood ways die hard. Well, I finally paid off my dress and got it hanging on my door. Its so pretty and pink. Makes me look and feel like a little princess, lol. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully everything runs smoothly through the rest of the week especially Christmas eve and day. I'm officially broke from all the x-mas shopping and money spent on the sweet 16. Shit's depressing. Xmas eve is a big deal this year for me. Mom's throwing a family gathering and its gonna be hella crowded. Hopefully that goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gifts? I wonder what the fuck did people buy me? I didnt't ask for anything =/ but I sure do hope I at least got something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-1262633795428583324?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1262633795428583324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1262633795428583324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1262633795428583324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1262633795428583324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-into-christmas-spirit.html' title='Getting into the Christmas Spirit?'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1554930418160337126</id><published>2008-12-19T15:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:54:15.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boy or Girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SU6eXej4FBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MWRqVFKT_4c/s1600-h/pookie!.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282333539129889810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SU6eXej4FBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MWRqVFKT_4c/s320/pookie!.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, people I am not pregnant. Lol, this is my daddy's baby :) Ana is 3 months pregnant and counting! What is ittttttt what is it! I'm dieing to know! Idk if its a boy or girl so I named em Pookie for now, lmao. POOKIE is making me old ;( and so is my other little brother Elliot. Damnit! I love you both! Your big sister &amp;amp; your big brother can't wait to meet you little one! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-1554930418160337126?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1554930418160337126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1554930418160337126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1554930418160337126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1554930418160337126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-months-and-counting.html' title='3 Months and Counting...'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SU6eXej4FBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MWRqVFKT_4c/s72-c/pookie!.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-3226082972167770126</id><published>2008-12-18T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:54:42.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PS: school's out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally fucking finished with my first semester of college. BIG RELIEF.  I go back in Mrch and I dread the wait of doing the whole school thing again. Sucks ass -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-3226082972167770126?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3226082972167770126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=3226082972167770126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3226082972167770126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3226082972167770126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/ps-schools-out.html' title='PS: school&apos;s out'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-950138894443715347</id><published>2008-12-18T19:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:51:36.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Betty Look-a-like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went through 2 years of wearing braces for shit. Why? Well, me being the dum ass that I am, I stopped wearing my retainers and now my teeth moved. Stupid? Yes, I know. Now, I'm in this horrible pain that I never imagined. The dentist ordered me these retainers that work just like braces, only thing is that they're removeable. He lied and said they would be "so comfortable" and wouldn't hurt much at all. WHAT? My God, I never been in so much pain... Ok well, besides my surgery of removing my tonsils, this is the second worst pain. I don't know if I can hold on much longer ;( I wanna take them off so bad but that'll be 800 fucking dollars down the drain. I hope my mouth gets adjusted to this shit and my teeth straighten up FAST. Till then, no smiles or pictures for me. AHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-950138894443715347?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/950138894443715347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=950138894443715347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/950138894443715347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/950138894443715347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/ugly-betty-look-like.html' title='Ugly Betty Look-a-like'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-6445800290599777119</id><published>2008-12-14T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:33:26.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional....</title><content type='html'>Its crazy that out of all the shit you put me through, I still manage to be so in love with you. Haha, that rhymes. But yeah. I guess my happiness has been in you the whole time. I love you Manny and I will never stop loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-6445800290599777119?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6445800290599777119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=6445800290599777119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6445800290599777119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6445800290599777119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/unconditional.html' title='Unconditional....'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7875630196970720553</id><published>2008-12-12T17:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:58:59.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SULskuIbyfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sienfSzmm5k/s1600-h/4xs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279041828834494962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SULskuIbyfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sienfSzmm5k/s400/4xs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SULsKMVWZnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wEIOewjOH_E/s1600-h/4xs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1681376735948232023-7875630196970720553?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7875630196970720553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7875630196970720553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7875630196970720553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7875630196970720553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredum.html' title='Webcam'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SULskuIbyfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sienfSzmm5k/s72-c/4xs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-2739676682410115097</id><published>2008-12-12T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:46:25.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love causes anxiety?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why does love involve such complication? Its frustrating and confusing. How do you know when he's actually telling you how he honestly feels? Simple... you just don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-2739676682410115097?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2739676682410115097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=2739676682410115097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2739676682410115097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2739676682410115097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/frustrating.html' title='Love causes anxiety?'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-912694973043880502</id><published>2008-12-11T18:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:49:56.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let you get the best of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I just wanna slap myself for being so stupid. Too sensative &amp;amp; emotional towards you. I must admit, the love I have for you has drove me to do a lot of stupid shit, but it's now that I've learned my lesson. "How could you be so heartless?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-912694973043880502?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/912694973043880502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=912694973043880502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/912694973043880502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/912694973043880502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-you-get-best-of-me.html' title='Let you get the best of me'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-4414769961215589407</id><published>2008-12-09T17:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:15:26.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The peek of heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What's happening to us? I didn't know missing you would hurt this much. This isn't an "LOL" matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-4414769961215589407?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4414769961215589407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=4414769961215589407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4414769961215589407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4414769961215589407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='The peek of heartache'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-6863314795670549636</id><published>2008-12-08T10:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:22:54.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early breakfeast w/ Jackie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST1Aip_gpbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qGRMwvMmo2c/s1600-h/DSC03851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277445302480053682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST1Aip_gpbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qGRMwvMmo2c/s320/DSC03851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277445301954950066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST1AioCUM7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/GLsVONdfZPA/s320/DSC03849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277445296443005714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST1AiTgKmxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2iZKJQ6ZDKE/s320/DSC03848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277445299167096354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST1Aidpo7iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LJiUU8TqO0k/s320/DSC03847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-6863314795670549636?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6863314795670549636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=6863314795670549636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6863314795670549636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6863314795670549636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-breakfeast-w-jackie-3.html' title='Early breakfeast w/ Jackie'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST1Aip_gpbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qGRMwvMmo2c/s72-c/DSC03851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-3598136658655778117</id><published>2008-12-08T10:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:48:07.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440726836269650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST08YUZBUlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kwDlJreeFrE/s320/DSC03826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277441403455311954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST08_s_kkFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0XtyePjyV6c/s320/DSC03832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440732075385330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST08Yn6H4fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JpJ1YQATLJs/s320/DSC03830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST09l5CMPJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/LcxYFVA12IE/s1600-h/DSC03799.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-3598136658655778117?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3598136658655778117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=3598136658655778117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3598136658655778117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3598136658655778117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tree-w-coolest-people.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/ST08YUZBUlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kwDlJreeFrE/s72-c/DSC03826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-4072249796815666408</id><published>2008-12-02T23:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:17:58.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College Drop-Out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Enjoying my college days? Lets just say, I pretty much hate it. FYI, I'm learning absolutely shit. Its like repeating high school all over again expect without hookies, truancy oh and... FUN. When does college get interesting? I thought it would be the other way around, you know? College would be way more advance, more partying, more "fun". Its just the same old shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lame-O&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/1681376735948232023-4072249796815666408?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4072249796815666408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=4072249796815666408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4072249796815666408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4072249796815666408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/college-drop-out.html' title='College Drop-Out?'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-3195045941451642203</id><published>2008-12-01T18:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:52:37.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey see Monkey do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've realized that this world has many fake people. Its pretty amusing. Alittle, ok well not alittle, but VERY MUCH pittiful. The people who smile in my face and talk shit behind my back; your a WASTE OF TIME. A waste of sperm and life, haha. Why be jealous, thats beyond my understanding. Jealousy should be illegal in the damn country. Hating too. Liars, cheaters, hoes and smuts should be locked away for all eternity.. but thats only in my world. This cruel planet has nothing to offer me &amp;amp; I wish I could end it all. Friends? When can you really call someone a friend? A TRUE, HONEST, TRUSTWORTHY, ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU, NEVER TALK SHIT KIND OF FRIEND? All people talk shit. Even the ones that you consider so close to you. I trust no one but God, and thats the honest truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-3195045941451642203?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3195045941451642203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=3195045941451642203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3195045941451642203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3195045941451642203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/12/monkey-see-monkey-do-do-i-have-to-be.html' title='Monkey see Monkey do.'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-2387879673709017454</id><published>2008-11-30T13:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:27:27.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Robert Pattinson♥&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn113/robertpattinsonismyhero/01_robert_pattinson-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-2387879673709017454?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2387879673709017454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=2387879673709017454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2387879673709017454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2387879673709017454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-3.html' title='Twilight &lt;3'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-8224513527856111476</id><published>2008-10-27T09:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:19:31.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Friend #1: Jenny</title><content type='html'>I'M PUTTING YOU ON BLAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty did me dirty. Lol, everyone was right about her being a Hoe but I thought her being my friend and being a hoe, had nothing to do with me. But I was WRONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your Pussy because you won't even write back to me.&lt;br /&gt;2. You got some brass balls in them dirty panties of yours.&lt;br /&gt;3. You wanna try to fuck with my man? You gota get through me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wifey and I'm the only one that matters. In the end, your nothing but a hoe. And sweetie, that's nothing to be proud of. You walk around with it written all over your face like its a prize you won. You look down and laugh at me? No Baby, I'm way above you on any standards. You know, I feel sorry for your man.. What would he say if he found out about all the guys you fucked or went down on? Your simply NASTY. No wonder I heard your pussy stinks, you fuck everyone and maybe everything. You say I'm immature? Lol Tell me what immature means ma, cause I think your name falls under it. The only immature person here is you, not me.  Be a woman, fight me. Back up what your mouth runs.&lt;br /&gt;You got my number, you know where I be, come see me. Oh, and great way to end a friendship, smh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the Day, Week, Month, Fucking Year: TRUST NO BITCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-8224513527856111476?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8224513527856111476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=8224513527856111476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8224513527856111476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8224513527856111476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/10/fake-friend-1-jenny.html' title='Fake Friend #1: Jenny'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-767991819636281096</id><published>2008-10-15T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:32:23.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College Shit</title><content type='html'>2 hours of math class is way too much for my little brain -_- But its fun now, lol. Sitting with Bri,Karla, and Tiffany. They're so hilarious and I love them. I got my college crew now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF* lmao karla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-767991819636281096?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/767991819636281096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=767991819636281096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/767991819636281096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/767991819636281096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/10/college-shit.html' title='College Shit'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5291461782434967510</id><published>2008-10-09T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:55:23.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images30.imikimi.com/image/images_full/119174230.jpg" height="450" width="415" /&gt; Oct. 11, 2008 At Tahona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october 9th- happy birthday to meeeeeee ;-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-5291461782434967510?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5291461782434967510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5291461782434967510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5291461782434967510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5291461782434967510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-goodies.html' title='Birthday Goodies'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1593942375960795237</id><published>2008-09-25T22:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:49:14.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A hole in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Manny so much ;( His job and my college classes got us both hella busy and off track. I have classes Monday through Thursday, 8 - 2, 9 - 2, and Wensdays 10 - 12. Manny works Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Sat. &amp;amp; Sunday, 3 30- 12. ;(( DAMN! It sounds bad but its worst than it seems.&lt;br /&gt;I hate not seeing him or not being able to talk to him as much. He never has time for a break and when he's out of work I'm trying to stay up but eventually end up falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Life's unfair and times like this is when I need to hold on because I know the outcome will be a great success... THE PERFECT RELATIONSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Manny &amp;amp; I know that this will make us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-1593942375960795237?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1593942375960795237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1593942375960795237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1593942375960795237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1593942375960795237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/09/hole-in-my-heart.html' title='A hole in my heart'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-1345483174422326841</id><published>2008-09-24T15:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:59:49.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Everythings not okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-1345483174422326841?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1345483174422326841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=1345483174422326841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1345483174422326841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/1345483174422326841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-4961135617822575774</id><published>2008-09-24T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:56:12.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This circle never ends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paramore seems to sing the right words that make up my emotions completely. The song CIRCLE is like whoa ;/ That's exactly how I feel. Like I'm running around in a big circle over &amp;amp; over again. My life, is one big circle and I've began to realize how much I hate it... How much of a headache it is. Break the circle? Start a new one? See, here's the thing, I don't want to be in any shape. I want my life to go in different directions.. the right ways of coarse. I just wanna start over, try something new with my life. Become something new, a whole new person. NEW NEW NEW NEW. If only I had the power to do that.&lt;br /&gt;But my life is changing, isn't it? College? Work? Becoming a real woman? Marriage maybe? Happily ever after? Well I don't believe in none of that anymore, if that even make sense. Times, I love my life, and times, like now, I hate it. I feel that I will never be happy for as long as I wanna be. Summer, was worst than its ever been for me. Will fall, winter and spring be the same?&lt;br /&gt;I say to myself, Hey Joanne, your 18! And in college! You have a great boyfriend, some great ass friends, not the perfect family but they love you. What else do you want?&lt;br /&gt;What else do I want? I don't know... I'm not trying to ungreatful because compared to other people, I have a perfect life. But what I if I don't want this perfect life? I'm not a perfectionist so why should anything be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should take a look at life from a different perspective. See the unseeable, think the unthinkable... Or maybe, I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-4961135617822575774?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4961135617822575774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=4961135617822575774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4961135617822575774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4961135617822575774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-circle-never-ends.html' title='This circle never ends...'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-693119005762620714</id><published>2008-09-04T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:48:28.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just too nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate that I'm too nice to people... and I hate that people take advantage of that. I let shit slide sometimes.. well, all the time I guess but not this time. Like I said before, ain't no such thing as true or real friends and I'll never take back those words. I had enough of bitches walking all over me. "Oh, Joanna won't care." "Oh, I don't need to ask Joanna." Fuck that. I'm so done. I'm done with people only looking for me when they need something. I'M FINISHED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-693119005762620714?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/693119005762620714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=693119005762620714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/693119005762620714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/693119005762620714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-just-too-nice.html' title='I&apos;m just too nice...'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-490780675871359081</id><published>2008-09-01T16:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:19:08.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lissy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/35n6mnl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" height="301" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/35n6mnl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that you can't actually read this, but I know that you are watching over me right now writting this. I want to say that I'm sorry Lissy. I'm sorry. The fact that I was always a lot more younger than you were and I never been that great of a cousin. I wish that I could have spent so much more time with you but the times we did share were great. I miss that laugh of yours which always made me crack up when I heard it. I'll never forget how it sounds. I miss you doing my feet lol and my nails.. that was always so much fun. Making fun of me cause my feet smelled LOL. When you sang this song and I told you that you couldn't sing lol and you got mad at me haha. I hate that everything reminds me of you and I almost catch myself thinking your actually around me. Lissy, I dream about you all the time and I now think of it as a way of us communicating but I hate waking up realizing it was JUST a dream. I never realized how much I loved you, now that your gone I feel so angry because I have no way of telling you how much I appreciate you. I cry all the time when I think of you like how I'm crying now writing this. WE miss you girl, all of us. Julian, omg he looks so much like you and he's grown so handsome.. so beautiful just like his mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never said goodbye because to me its never goodbye. Its "see you later". Your just on a very long long long vaction =] Relaxing and in peace with no stress or drama. LUCKY ASS! Lol. I know your looking down at me and I hope you are proud of me for everything I have accomplished. I know your with me everywhere I go, protecting me. And I no your with Titi, your brothers and your beautiful kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you Lissy... until we meet again, I'll be missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Your little cousin, Jo-Jo ( like how you use to call me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-490780675871359081?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/490780675871359081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=490780675871359081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/490780675871359081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/490780675871359081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-lissy.html' title='Dear Lissy,'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/35n6mnl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5726040837193140689</id><published>2008-09-01T10:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:42:52.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Therapy Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAUGHING MY ASS OFFFFFFFFF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-5726040837193140689?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5726040837193140689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5726040837193140689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5726040837193140689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5726040837193140689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/09/therapy-session.html' title='My Therapy Session'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-3213165082714380051</id><published>2008-09-01T10:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:41:34.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughterly Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I feel like she doesn't love me much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but yet she feels the same way. I am BITCH &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am ignorant... no, I'm not. I'm actually way more&lt;br /&gt;stronger, way more wiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;than she or anyone else would even imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We fight like kids, or like when best friends fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wait no, more like sisterly fights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its so stupid all the time, I can't take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I use to cry &amp;amp; scream but now I just laugh, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laughing is more like therapy to me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-3213165082714380051?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3213165082714380051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=3213165082714380051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3213165082714380051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/3213165082714380051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/09/daughterly-love.html' title='Daughterly Love?'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-874383940666199053</id><published>2008-08-29T20:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:46:03.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingredients of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is a million more things that we even know about. We just feel these things and can't control it. Its pain, joy, happiness, an excuse for dieing and a reason for living. Its beautiful, horrible, magical, terrible, reason to laugh and smile, reasons to cry yourself to sleep at night. Love is confusing and it never ever makes sense. It blinds the shit out of you and no one really nos why we do the things we do when we're in love. It hurts so bad but then it feels so good. It makes you smile and it makes you cry. Side effects? Yeah those always come along. Butterflies, sweaty hands, constantly blushing and smiling whenever you hear the persons name and especially seeing that special person. Everyone experiences love a different way. Some, only that one person can make them happy &amp;amp; only that one person can keep them sane. Its like the person you love is the CAUSE and the fucking CURE. See, I'm one of those people and I must admit that love is a pretty complicated thing, but it is also so wonderful. I love the guy I'm with and I wouldn't trade him for the world because he has given me the reason to love, again. Not always is love painful, it is the greatest most powerful feeling ever to exist and I'm so greatful I've been given this gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-874383940666199053?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/874383940666199053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=874383940666199053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/874383940666199053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/874383940666199053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/ingredients-of-love.html' title='Ingredients of Love'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5739565025957485662</id><published>2008-08-29T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:48:20.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pump my brakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;I've realized that my life is going way fast &amp;amp; I started to wonder why no one has tried to stop me from rushing. I admit, I'm a person who always rushes into things but I didn't realize I've been OCD about it. I always wanted to just be older point blank. When I was 10, I was dying to be 16. And when I was 16 I was dieing to be 20, if that even makes any sense. In my previous post, I mentioned how much I miss highschool, which I do. I just miss being a little kid period. PUMP YOUR BRAKES, yeah thats a good way to put it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-5739565025957485662?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5739565025957485662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5739565025957485662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5739565025957485662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5739565025957485662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/pump-my-brakes.html' title='Pump my brakes'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-6787287017692489205</id><published>2008-08-28T22:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:46:26.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Highschool VS College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10:53 PM, I figured its not that late and I'm always on this shit anyway, let me right something.&lt;br /&gt;Schools in other what, 2 weeks? Maybe alittle less than that. I thought I'd be super excited about starting college but I'm not. I'm still in "highschool mode" and I miss it a lot. I wish I can start it all over along with fixing and avoiding mistakes. But I mean, it was worth it because in the end, everything turned out how it was suppose to... I got my highschool sweetheart and I graduated on time along with being the flyest bitch at prom, haha. Damn, I sure do have a lot of memories of highschool. 4 years felt like 40 years. I wish I didn't fucking rush it cause now I regret it. Yeah I hated waking up 5 45 every morning, and hated picking out my outfit half asleep and taking that looooooooong bus ride. Oh yeah and going through scanning lol. But it was a great experience. I learned a lot of shit in school. It changed me from a little girl to a young woman that I have grown to be.&lt;br /&gt;How time flys. I watch my little brother in law (Roy), graduate and now going to the school I went to and I'm so excited for him. I wish I was in his fucking shoes right now. Theres so much more I wanted to do in highschool and never got the chance to. Be a cheerleader, join the softball team, the poetry club... Ah man, I cry just thinking how stupid I was for not joining all those little club shits. Damn, I guess I really do miss being a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To all the youngings, don't rush it. Enjoy highschool, dream big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-6787287017692489205?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6787287017692489205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=6787287017692489205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6787287017692489205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6787287017692489205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/highschool-vs-college.html' title='Highschool VS College'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-725618863800523878</id><published>2008-08-28T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:46:39.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love; a package deal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Getting with Manny has been the greatest decision I ever made but I didn't know it came with a package deal... Haters &amp;amp; Hoes. I'm sick of lies people try telling me &amp;amp; I'm sick of people trying to put shit in my head. Here's alittle something for all the people that fit in this package, FUCK YOU. Enough is enough. No one can ever change my mind about how I feel for Manny. Point blank, end of story, FINITO! He was who he was in the past, but now that I'm here, he's changed and I'm here to STAY. He's mine, he loves me, I'm Wifey &amp;amp; together we are something serious... something special. GET OVER IT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please &amp;amp; Thank you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-725618863800523878?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/725618863800523878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=725618863800523878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/725618863800523878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/725618863800523878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-package-deal.html' title='Love; a package deal?'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-8208475924380083968</id><published>2008-08-26T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:46:52.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All my friends got their learners permit once they turned 16 while I sat back and watched. I am now going to be 18 and I finally got my ass up &amp;amp; said WHAT THE HELL lemme take the damn shit. No book, didn't study lol and I passed. Damn I'm good! Hahah. My beautifly, yes beautifly, ID should be coming in two weeks and I can't wait to see how I look, lol. Goofy probably just like everyother ID I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-8208475924380083968?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8208475924380083968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=8208475924380083968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8208475924380083968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8208475924380083968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-professional.html' title='3 years late'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-229270541705963531</id><published>2008-08-22T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:19:22.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets me mad and can drive me crazy lol, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt; that all part of good lovin. I love you  Babyy.&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SK7J-rw9-LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mFom4nLnVFM/s1600-h/IMG00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237345495415650482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SK7J-rw9-LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mFom4nLnVFM/s320/IMG00649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SK7Hs4IumdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rYScdTnO8EQ/s1600-h/IMG00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237342990475631058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SK7Hs4IumdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rYScdTnO8EQ/s320/IMG00647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SK7Hwlw7O1I/AAAAAAAAADA/TIttUNvsYZc/s1600-h/IMG00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237343054263434066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SK7Hwlw7O1I/AAAAAAAAADA/TIttUNvsYZc/s320/IMG00651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-229270541705963531?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/229270541705963531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=229270541705963531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/229270541705963531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/229270541705963531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-night.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SK7J-rw9-LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mFom4nLnVFM/s72-c/IMG00649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5556340532848408284</id><published>2008-08-18T19:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:20:39.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life sucks, I hate it, its boring &amp;amp; its misreable. Damn, I guess that means death must be fucking amusing huh. Love hurts (not all the time, but it is painful), life hurts, reality hurts. Why is everything so harsh? Why are people so harsh? Theres no such thing as real friends or real people or even people who care about you. No one cares about anyone but themselves... except for me of coarse. I care for everyone except myself. I guess you can say I'm backwards. I've always said I'm a person who cares way too much and  I am that type of person.. never could change that even if I wanted it to. Things get better to get worse I don't fucking understand it. I mean how much more GOOD do I have to be? All thats left for me to do is sit back, relax, &amp;amp; FUCK EVERYTHING. I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-5556340532848408284?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5556340532848408284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5556340532848408284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5556340532848408284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5556340532848408284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_18.html' title='?'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-8732870501788957955</id><published>2008-08-17T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:04:22.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much heart for my own good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I over do things sometimes because I'm a person who cares way too much. I put my heart into a lot of things &amp; people seem to not appreciate the things I do. It hurts ;/ When your dieing to see someone so bad because you miss them dearly. I hate being the victim with everything. I hating being the one that's pushed aside or the one to be held up. It sucks to be such a loving person because I never get shit in return. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm being alittle too dramatic but doesn't it suppose to hurt? People say I make myself suffer because I dwell on things way too much for way too long. Well, I guess their right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--3&lt;/div--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-8732870501788957955?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8732870501788957955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=8732870501788957955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8732870501788957955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/8732870501788957955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Too much heart for my own good'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5270165373881299298</id><published>2008-08-16T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:10:25.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/311p06v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/27yb9dk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/oaqarm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/qpo2mh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn is my home and I miss it so freakin' much :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-5270165373881299298?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5270165373881299298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5270165373881299298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5270165373881299298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5270165373881299298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/brooklyn.html' title='Brooklyn'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/311p06v_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-4662325251231671925</id><published>2008-08-15T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:12:33.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happier Today.</title><content type='html'>I smile cause I'm happy :) I'm happy because everything is going so much better than usual. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-4662325251231671925?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4662325251231671925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=4662325251231671925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4662325251231671925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4662325251231671925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/smiling.html' title='Happier Today.'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-828357712057134535</id><published>2008-08-08T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:18:10.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't ask for more than this last day with Manny. Today he's leaving to Rhode Island for 10 days &amp;amp; its killing me :( but I'm so happy he spent his last day AND night with me till the next morning. I'm gona miss him soooo much but I guess this little get away is good for us too. Missing someone after so long and then they finally come back its like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Missing you already. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-828357712057134535?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/828357712057134535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=828357712057134535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/828357712057134535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/828357712057134535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-9190463451398532778</id><published>2008-08-07T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:54:23.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make them see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want the world to fucking no that Manny loves me just as much as I love him. Daddy is who I'm referring to world. This man believes I am not a person because I cannot feel or think with the mind of my own. He says I'm too young to no anything about love but I no exactly how it feels. I no what its like to get hurt and heartbroken, and I no what its like to love someone so much the way I do with Manny.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am only 18 but I'm HUMAN and I do have a heart.   My baby is leaving to RI for work &amp;amp; I won't be seeing him as much. My father says "so what". I'm going to miss him so much &amp;amp; my father doesn't think its a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that Daddy doesn't have a heart. He doesn't look at his girlfriend the way I do to Manny... he doesn't touch, or laugh or play... He doesn't no ANYTHING ABOUT LOVE. We'll prove him wrong. We'lll get married the right way and grow old with each other. Wonder what Daddy will say then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-9190463451398532778?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/9190463451398532778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=9190463451398532778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/9190463451398532778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/9190463451398532778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/hate-wish-list.html' title='Make them see?'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-2433607588891555074</id><published>2008-08-06T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:44:41.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Crocker</title><content type='html'>I love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;When Men Get Horny&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NoxZdCpS4I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NoxZdCpS4I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Self Love&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c-1mTtUgqPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c-1mTtUgqPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;The Bible&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJy3qzDGTb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJy3qzDGTb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-2433607588891555074?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2433607588891555074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=2433607588891555074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2433607588891555074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/2433607588891555074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/chris-crocker.html' title='Chris Crocker'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-4634290541134653992</id><published>2008-08-06T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:37:20.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get up and leave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd runaway to a faraway place that no one would ever find me if I could.. like some where magical. But wait, that shit don't exist. Life is hell &amp;amp; I wish to escape it. ;( Only in my &lt;big&gt;Dreams&lt;/big&gt; I could.&lt;br /&gt;To dream of living in paradise, having everything I need and having &lt;s&gt;no one&lt;/s&gt; telling me what the fuck to do. Damn, that would be the perfect life. But I have to remember, Joanna wake up. Your only dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when it comes down to sink or swim&lt;br /&gt;when it comes down to me or him&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes wishing i could decide&lt;br /&gt;the life I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;what's best for me hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;giving up an addiction that has me coaxed&lt;br /&gt;is harder than i thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;is harder than i want it to be&lt;br /&gt;i've been thrown for a loop&lt;br /&gt;forgotten my fate&lt;br /&gt;if i can't have him i guess i should pray&lt;br /&gt;to care about myself&lt;br /&gt;because it aint coming naturally&lt;br /&gt;the devine one better be real&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, i'm my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;because my heart is begging to be put out of it's misery&lt;br /&gt;and the fire is becoming too hot to care&lt;br /&gt;and the fight is getting harder to bare&lt;br /&gt;i don't care about sympathy&lt;br /&gt;i don't care about caring&lt;br /&gt;i only care about winning this man's heart&lt;br /&gt;and if i can't have it, someone else will&lt;br /&gt;and since i can't have it, i might as well kill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris Crocker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1681376735948232023-4634290541134653992?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4634290541134653992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=4634290541134653992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4634290541134653992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/4634290541134653992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-up-and-leave.html' title='Get up and leave?'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-7519305825758487697</id><published>2008-08-05T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:14:11.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Beautiful Months ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 10 months I've been with Manny and it feels almost like forever. My feelings haven't changed one bit for him, except that they have grown stronger since Day 1. I love every bit of this man and I'd give my all to him. They say love blinds another  and makes you do things that are unexplainable, well I guess they were right. Nothing will ever change the way I feel for him and I plan to spend the rest of my days with him. I love you Babe &amp;amp; Happy 10 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day, in every thing that's light and gay. I'll always think of you that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Billie Holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-7519305825758487697?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7519305825758487697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=7519305825758487697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7519305825758487697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/7519305825758487697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-beautiful-months.html' title='10 Beautiful Months ♥'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-5367683229122608640</id><published>2008-08-04T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:35:17.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Way past Childhood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A 18 year old young lady, like myself, shouldn't worry about curfew or bullshit rules. Now, I am not yet an adult but I AM not that little girl I used to be, a child I am Not. I shouldn't be scolded like some kind of dog that pissed on "Mommie's new rug". I want to be able to get out and have fun without coming home having things taken away from me like some 13 year old. I want to move out &amp; be on my own with my partner but they hold me back from "making a big mistake" according to them. &lt;br /&gt;Parents only want the best for their children, but you can't always pick them up when they get hurt. A girl needs to learn from her mistakes, not having Mommy &amp; Daddy to TRY and prevent them. Wouldn't that be cheating out life? Things will happen if they are bound to no matter what. I just wish they'd take a walk in my shoes for once.&lt;br /&gt;I love them both dearly and I don't no what id do without those two but I wish they would just let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/154ioer.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681376735948232023-5367683229122608640?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5367683229122608640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=5367683229122608640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5367683229122608640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/5367683229122608640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/way-past-childhood.html' title='Way past Childhood.'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/154ioer_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-6577489013021194961</id><published>2008-08-03T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:16:47.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating a bond with another and a love that lasts forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It feels so good to know that special someone loves you back and God, does it feel good to be in love. I fell for the most amazing guy ever to exist on this planet and I have NO REGRETS in doing so, I love him. Like in love stories, we are perfect and are headoverhills for each other but our life together isn't a fairy tale. We do have our ups and downs but fighting is a better way of strengthing our relationship. I don't no what it is about Manny, but he's completely different and always stands out. The person he is, inside &amp;amp; out and the person he has made me. He completes me.&lt;br /&gt;Around Manny I can be myself, from clowning around to sheding my tears, I feel so comfortable. Three words, I love you, will never explain how I feel about him because its so much more than that. God has blessed me and I am lucky to have someone like him to love me for who I am... the ONLY one who loves me for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Baby. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;October 5, 2007 ♥&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/zj8qic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love you.&lt;/i&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/1681376735948232023-6577489013021194961?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6577489013021194961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=6577489013021194961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6577489013021194961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6577489013021194961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/creating-bond-with-another-and-love.html' title='Creating a bond with another and a love that lasts forever'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/zj8qic_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681376735948232023.post-6704962205221694689</id><published>2008-08-03T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:13:48.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Against the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say... life isn't all what i thought it would be. Especially after high school. They say that things will always get worse before they get any better but when will it get better anyway? Sometimes I wish I can see what will happen... almost like supernatural, i could seeeeee the future. My love life &amp;amp; my social life.. family affairs and doing things FOR ME. Its like there's a boulder in my way of trying to proceed with my life. I give up all I have and I get a kick in the ass and multiple heartaches for being a good person.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a girl needs to be a Bitch to get any respect around here because being sweet and kind gets you no where. Life is stupid and I hate it. I really do hope life turns out good at the end because giving up is LAST on my list. I'm almost 18 and i have yet accomplished what I've been wanting to. My mother says I shouldn't rush my life, which is true but a girl needs to grow into a woman sooner or later. What's a girl like me sitting around on my ass &amp;amp; being in the house get me? No where.&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to begin to show results. I want to be happy and I want to be happy NOW. Relationships aren't at there best all the time but I wish it was 24/7.... like in fairy tales but fairy tales aren't real. All I have to do is hold on and hope He doesn't let go. I've always dreamed of getting married on a beach, having beautiful children and living happily ever after but I'm tired of dreaming. I want it to become reality and I'm scared thats not set in the path of my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;   God, i really do hope you got it all planned out for me.&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/1681376735948232023-6704962205221694689?l=joannalydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6704962205221694689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681376735948232023&amp;postID=6704962205221694689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6704962205221694689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681376735948232023/posts/default/6704962205221694689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannalydia.blogspot.com/2008/08/against-world.html' title='Against the world.'/><author><name>Who am I really?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04769365073741433608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fDlSDXlUKU/SraMJ7eiJLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1UU5ctYYkDU/S220/IMG_1276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
