<?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-3898977393908045736</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:18:43.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>itzel bonilla</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-1189115155323492713</id><published>2009-05-17T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:20:28.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well , during this weekend i read a book called "the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;",its a book from a series called the daughters of the moon and it's the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; book.Its actually pretty good.Its like this,there are 5 girls who have unnatural super powers they were given at birth and so they have to fight the forces of evil, which in this book is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Atrox&lt;/span&gt;,the most powerful spirit who is bound to the destroy the daughters of the moon (the 5 girls).So during their battles and struggles,some of them discover their real fate.I highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; this book.And  the series of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-1189115155323492713?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1189115155323492713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=1189115155323492713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/1189115155323492713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/1189115155323492713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/reading-journal.html' title='reading journal'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-3557580088904237272</id><published>2009-05-02T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:39:15.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO EXIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/Sf0RX4Klj3I/AAAAAAAAACE/es7ECGwRcpQ/s1600-h/exit.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331436635787988850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/Sf0RX4Klj3I/AAAAAAAAACE/es7ECGwRcpQ/s400/exit.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No exit is a play that was written by Jean Paul Sartre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I loved it! It kept me fascinated throughout the whole play.The play is about these 3 ordinary people who are dead because of the actions they committed during a part in their life that caused their death at some point,so they are brought to this mysterious room to live together for ever.Well the worst part,besides having to be living together is that there is nothing in the room besides themselves and a sofa for each of the individuals.Which are 2 women and a man.Supposedly its their own personal hell to be there with the others and have to put up with one another.But as i read it got so entertaining,because i learned that one of the women was gay and was falling in love with the other woman,while that woman wanted to experience a pleasure with the man.Its easy to foreshadow what happens after this.So i might as well tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Inez(the gay woman)gets jealous when Garcin(the man) and Estelle (straight woman) try to make love.So then at the end Estelle notices the paper knife and launches herself at Inez trying to stab her and kill her to be alone with Garcin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But oops.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;there dead!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So no matter what they do,they are still stuck with each other for ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;its a really funny play,well for me.And its a really good play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I mean , if i were to be one of them i would wish that i could be like dead dead,dead.For real.I can just imagine what it would be like for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;okay lets put it like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.you are dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.You have to live with what you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3.you know what is going on after you died, and its painful .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4.you are in a room where there is nothing except 3 sofas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5.you get stuck with people you don't know and immediately they turn to be the most annoying people ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;if you are a girl who is reading this , then for you it would be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;its you,a gay girl who is madly attracted to you (who wont leave you alone not even for the tiniest second) and a straight man who doesn't even pay attention to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;now,if you are a guy,then it would be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;its you,a gay man who is madly attracted to you(who wont leave you alone for a minute) and a straight girl who doesn't even have a single drop of interest in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6.Oh yeah,you cant escape,you are trapped there for life.&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/3898977393908045736-3557580088904237272?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/Sf0RX4Klj3I/AAAAAAAAACE/es7ECGwRcpQ/s72-c/exit.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-780837849087468547</id><published>2009-03-01T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:16:15.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopaholic ties the knot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ''the answer will come to me in any minute".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this person is always waiting at the last minute to do what is that they had to do before .She is always getting in debt,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why they call her the shopaholic,she loves to shop ,no no.She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with shopping.And when its time to pay some bills ,she's always hiding them or making excuses to not pay them.And she ignores them and she cant help it.So ,she shops (to get the "stress" away)And so she always thinks that the answer will come to her.Be serious.Why cant she be mature for a minute?Instead of thinking someone else is going to fix her problems.And besides,you make the answer or you find the answer.One way or another.But i think that the answer alone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; find you.This book makes me mad but i cant seem to put it down for a minute,it absorbs me .I cant help it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-780837849087468547?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/780837849087468547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=780837849087468547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/780837849087468547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/780837849087468547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopaholic-ties-knot.html' title='shopaholic ties the knot'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-4613844802564240573</id><published>2009-02-14T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:27:05.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running with scissors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still reading this book,i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; gone too far ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; am like at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I had persistent warts on my fingers that needed to be burned off and my throat was constantly sore due to the dust  that i cupped in my hands and inhaled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This kid is was only ten years old and wanted to get "high" and be just like her mother.(his mother smoked so i guess he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; and so he instead inhaled dust)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whatttttttt&lt;/span&gt;?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(this kid sure has some imagination)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plus this kid had 3 different doctors and i want to to know what were his real intentions of going  to the doctor like once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; day.Seriously he did tings to go  to the doctor and get checked up.That is weird.And i want to know why he did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So far the book is good.And i hope i could read a little bit faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-4613844802564240573?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4613844802564240573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=4613844802564240573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/4613844802564240573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/4613844802564240573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/running-with-scissors_14.html' title='Running with scissors'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-4699078001606073053</id><published>2009-02-08T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:17:00.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running with Scissors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I will be wearing the dress my mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; wear.It is long ,black and 100 percent polyester,my favorite fabric because it flows.I will wear her dress and her shoes and i will be her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just started reading &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Running with scissors&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Auguten&lt;/span&gt; Burroughs&lt;/span&gt;.And when i read this part,i was shocked and confused,to be honest.Simply because this book is written by a boy's perspective.So why would he want to wear her clothes?He can be like her,but wearing her clothes?.You know it reminds me ,  when i was little i used to put on my mom's heels  and dresses and i would pretend i was her for a minute.Is it like the same thing he is thinking?Well, i really need to read more to find out.And that's as far as i got  with my reading.Its not much but the book is starting to get really interesting........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Scissors'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-8536295058127836153</id><published>2009-01-28T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:41:51.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Has someone left you taking you heart along with them?And you get that feeling that you want to die,that your life is over and there is no hope of living???The feeling of loss.But the worse part is that you still hold on to someones love thinking they will come back and they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.Its like they took your soul (heart) and slowly you are  dying inside,is like someone is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stabbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; you each day and you become someone totally not you.Or it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; have to be that way,it can be when you trusted someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; deeply and they turn their back on you.That is awful.You get the idea that they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; your friend all along and they just used you for some strange reason you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know about.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But anyways,while i was reading i happened to come across a quote saying&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; "I miss my heart that still lives in his chest."&lt;/span&gt;Does that mean that that he returns her love?That she gave her heart to him and he still has it while he is dying?If so,that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; sweet.I love this quote.Its very powerful.In my opinion.You know what????????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; sort of getting confused right now.it says that she misses her heart that still lives in his chest,did he go away still loving her or did he go away and left her loving him and wishing they were together again.Please help me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I want to know what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-8536295058127836153?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8536295058127836153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=8536295058127836153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/8536295058127836153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/8536295058127836153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/reading-journal.html' title='reading journal........'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-8540114989749983881</id><published>2009-01-20T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:23:14.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS MEDIA?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SXZZzMFyPDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/67rL757DiY8/s1600-h/advertisemnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293517147974286386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SXZZzMFyPDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/67rL757DiY8/s400/advertisemnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;If you look around you,you will notice media everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;The basics are:Advertisements,clothing brands,transportation, communication systems and so much more......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;(As you can see above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;For me well,media communicates their own unique ideas by creating materials and things that we use in our daily lives.We cant escape from the media,its like we are invisibly attached to it no matter what.(yes,no matter what!)&lt;br /&gt;For example,at this time i am and you are using the media.How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We are using computers!(because you are reading this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another example might be when you go to the store,lets say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aeropostale&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt; Sun ,whatever you like.It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter.What matters is that you are buying clothing brands,Media!(again....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So now you get an idea......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Of what media is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-8540114989749983881?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8540114989749983881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=8540114989749983881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/8540114989749983881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/8540114989749983881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-media.html' title='WHAT IS MEDIA?????'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SXZZzMFyPDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/67rL757DiY8/s72-c/advertisemnt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-7487104837698809800</id><published>2009-01-11T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:03:10.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal #14!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SWpCZURq0cI/AAAAAAAAABk/J9MUIJzm5hc/s1600-h/pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290113715007050178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SWpCZURq0cI/AAAAAAAAABk/J9MUIJzm5hc/s320/pride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its been very,very long since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; written something about my reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well last week i was just reading "Lets get lost" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sarra&lt;/span&gt; Manning,and its about this girl,Isabella,whom her mother just died and so she begins to get herself in trouble ,becomes mean to everyone,but when she meets this boy her world goes upside down,he is not like her but he likes her and she begins to like him,but she is only 16 and he is a freshmen in college,so she lies about her age ,where she lives and about everything!.But then her dad treats her really bad because he is always blaming her for her mothers death.So the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt; goes on ,but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to write anymore about it,so you can read it yourself!.And today i am about to start reading "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen,i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen the movie but people say it was really good.No spoilers please!.&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/3898977393908045736-7487104837698809800?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SWpCZURq0cI/AAAAAAAAABk/J9MUIJzm5hc/s72-c/pride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-6565299634132705561</id><published>2008-12-21T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:12:53.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>break.....</title><content type='html'>well as for this small x-mas break i will read "keeping the moon" by sarah dessen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-6565299634132705561?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-4161838476681313710</id><published>2008-12-07T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:05:29.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Last week i was reading masquerade by Melissa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DE&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cruz&lt;/span&gt; ,its a blue bloods series book,its about vampires......that left me wanting to read the third book but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; when i went to borders ,they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have it.(it was out of stock) and so on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; (that same day)i bought this book called "someone like you" by Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dessen&lt;/span&gt;.She writes like really really good.All her books are so good. the last time i read one of her books was not so long ago,it was called "the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;" and it was an amazing book,i think on planning on buying all of her books ,there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; that many if you are wondering ,just like 10 probably.So like i need to buy 7 more.And so i finished "someone like you this morning and it was truly ah-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mazing&lt;/span&gt;.i like it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;read it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(i know that on all of my journals i say read it!,like READ IT!,i really mean it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;READ IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-4161838476681313710?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4161838476681313710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=4161838476681313710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/4161838476681313710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/4161838476681313710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/reading-journal-13.html' title='reading journal #13'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-5297388170550737569</id><published>2008-11-17T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:59:24.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every color of the rainbow is an energy source?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What? Are you kidding me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When i was  little i loved rainbows and used to think that God made them when it rained..........Turns out i was dead wrong.Well then.Question is how are they made??or created or whatever you want to call it.This may shock some rainbow lovers out there,so if you are one of them then i suggest to read no further more.i seriously dont want to hurt anybodys feelings or anything to what i am about to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Fact is our precious rainbows are frequencies or energy levels of the sunlight.Yeah!.Our solar panel converts some portion of sun light into energy for our use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The thing i dont get though is how the colors of the rainbows are different and how we can see them if they are "frequencies"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WEIRD&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but anyways,that's all the news for today ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-5297388170550737569?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5297388170550737569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=5297388170550737569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/5297388170550737569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/5297388170550737569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-color-of-rainbow-is-energy-source.html' title='Every color of the rainbow is an energy source?!'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-6197264857231238385</id><published>2008-11-15T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:23:05.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal #12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SR8vmeapWTI/AAAAAAAAABc/2CjEXzVG1Ak/s1600-h/anne+frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268982427093129522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SR8vmeapWTI/AAAAAAAAABc/2CjEXzVG1Ak/s320/anne+frank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I need a trip to Borders.I finished the book of blue bloods and i want the second one,hopefully ill get it tomorrow.So in the meantime i was looking through my bookshelf,and i found out there are a lot of books that i have never read and are just there with the other books.So i decided on reading "Anne Frank:The diary of a young girl.".I remember buying this book when i went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Holocaust&lt;/span&gt; museum last year at the store and i never even read a page! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i am starting the book and i am on page 34.The way she describes her life is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; and funny at the same time.But this is just the beginning,some people say that it gets sad at the middle of the book.who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well,i guess i will have to find out!&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/3898977393908045736-6197264857231238385?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6197264857231238385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=6197264857231238385' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-5731031437726000536</id><published>2008-11-11T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:32:33.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls!!Attention...............i just found out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SRmzXcHZP4I/AAAAAAAAABU/maf7CZ1VEW0/s1600-h/blue+bloods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267438454452076418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SRmzXcHZP4I/AAAAAAAAABU/maf7CZ1VEW0/s320/blue+bloods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay.First of all you have to be a girl to be reading this .If you are a guy and you are just curious what this is about(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry its just about books,not gossip)then you will just get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Girls ,pay close &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; to what i am about to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have any of you read Twilight before?if yes.Did you like it or more like loved it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For those of you who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; ,Twilight is a romantic story between a mortal girl named Bella and a vampire who is Edward.I promise you that you will fall in love with Edward too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everyone who read the book did.But sadly so,there are girls who love that stinking Jacob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But anyways this is not why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; writing this,see,my cousin let me borrow one of her books that is called "Blue Bloods" and its about vampires too!it has almost the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;characteristics&lt;/span&gt; as Twilight.You will know what i mean when you read it.trust me,you will love this book,not as much as Twilight,but you will.You will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its a twisted love story ,that gives you many surprises(it gave me many),gets you mad,gets you all happy,and there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SO I SUGGEST YOU YOU ALL TO READ IT!!!&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/3898977393908045736-5731031437726000536?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5731031437726000536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=5731031437726000536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/5731031437726000536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/5731031437726000536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/girlsattenttioni-just-found-out.html' title='Girls!!Attention...............i just found out.'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SRmzXcHZP4I/AAAAAAAAABU/maf7CZ1VEW0/s72-c/blue+bloods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-2188273209142924524</id><published>2008-11-09T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:29:45.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal # 11.</title><content type='html'>Remember i told you i was going to read "make lemonade",yes?.well,i started reading it but it sort of got boring,so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stoped&lt;/span&gt; reading it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choosed&lt;/span&gt;  another book called "blue bloods" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;De&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cruz&lt;/span&gt;.the cover grabbed my attention right away.i usually pick my books by their covers and i always end up liking them.And yes i know,you cant judge a book by its cover but i do it anyways.so the book is about vampires!.&lt;br /&gt;Which i cant stop thinking about the twilight movie that is coming in 2 weeks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reaalllly&lt;/span&gt; want to see the movie on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; the 20 at midnight.yes,i know.its a brilliant idea.but there is school on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;.so i am thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the book.its really good,i started reading it yesterday and i am like almost done reading it!.i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop reading it.its so good.so read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-2188273209142924524?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2188273209142924524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=2188273209142924524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/2188273209142924524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/2188273209142924524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/reading-journal-11.html' title='reading journal # 11.'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-3453219656623370294</id><published>2008-11-02T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:52:52.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal # 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First things first.I am so not in the mood for typing right now,so i will try to make it quick and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I read Glass by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hellen&lt;/span&gt; Hopkins,as you may have read before (or not) some of my other journals on her books.They are all so good,so how could i not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; how i wrote a reading journal on crank? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;,well Glass is a sequel to it.Its like the second part to  how life goes on for Kristina with her baby and how glass (ice ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt;,whatever you call it) makes her fall down hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I read the book in 2 days ,so i am done with it.the book is so good.In some ways i think its better than the first one.And shockingly gives you so many surprises you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; even think of.I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suggest&lt;/span&gt; that you read it!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You will love her books,trust me on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And i am starting a new book that is called make lemonade by i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember who,and so i guess that will be my next journal .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-3453219656623370294?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3453219656623370294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=3453219656623370294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/3453219656623370294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/3453219656623370294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/reading-journal-10.html' title='reading journal # 10'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-6002181715817395022</id><published>2008-10-28T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:59:43.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my perppective about the the idea of 'the good life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What exactly does it mean to live well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;does it have to do with money?health?or just plain living ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;well,probably many people would agree on living well means the dream house everyone wants,having a bunch of money,and partying.Was there something i missed?if so ,  oh well!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyways others would say that living is all about making the right choices,staying fit,having a great job,and a family of their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm kinda in the middle right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;what would be your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;While your thinking your choice ,i am thinking mine too.You just don't know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.........................................?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(2 minutes later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Okay.i think i have my choice of living well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My opinion on living the good life would definitely have to be on having a glass house near a beach were no hurricanes or whatever natural disasters would come,having a good job and at the same time having my own business someday,being healthy and like die till I'm near 100 something .Oh!and having my own personal chef.............that would be awesome.I mean eating whatever you want at any time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Having a family of my own someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Preferably after in my thirties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Because i see my mom ,she is 32,and she goes out with her Friends almost 3 times a week and see her having a a great time ,wishing i could be like that ,but at 25,and after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You know what?now that i am thinking about it,my moms life rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;she is like a teenager,although she is really 32.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And i wish i can be like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;that is my idea of the great life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-6002181715817395022?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6002181715817395022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=6002181715817395022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/6002181715817395022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/6002181715817395022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-perppective-about-the-idea-of-good.html' title='my perppective about the the idea of &apos;the good life&quot;'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-6819444277101475092</id><published>2008-10-25T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:24:23.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal # 9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay,so Caitlin let me borrow one of her books that is called "burned " by Hellen Hopkins and she is the same author of the sequel to crank.&lt;br /&gt;this book is so personal and intense that at the end of finishing it you would be like "wow".&lt;br /&gt;so lets start.Pattyn has a strict mean dad and a mother that she doesnt even deserve her childern to call her mom because she doesnt do anything for them.Pattyn has 6 other sisters to take care of,because her mom is too busy pleasuring her husband and making the size of the family bigger.Now,how would you fell about that? well ,as for me i have 3 brothers who i sometimes take care of when my mom goes out with her friends.I dont have to do much because my mom puts them to sleep before leaving,so thats a good thing.But on other times when she leaves during the day,whoa!,they get all crazy on me,there is no force that cant stop them.And this is why,one is 3 ,the second one is 6 and the third one is 8.Combined all together ,they are a nightmare of any big sister. and yes i do love them ,they are my brothers!.Well, in any case i dont know how Pattyn can take care of her 6 sisters all by herself!soon to take care of one more.that is just too much ,i mean what are parents for? Arent they to take care of their children ,love them and give them all a child needs of them!Clearly ,they dont know what a parent is.Said by who?Me,of course.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just warn you right now,that i think this is going to be one long journal............&lt;br /&gt;and i am serious. Oh,god! i forgot to tell you.Oh well.She is a mormon.And she goes to a holy school.&lt;br /&gt;When she begins to have dreams about boys,she feels confused if she should be having them or not.She cant go tell her dad,no way!.he would kill her.So she does this instead.she tells the priest! i woulnt do that,no,no.Who would do such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;I guess its her responsiblity to tell the priest when something like that is happening to her? i dont really know.But still,that would be so ,so embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,the priest is no help to her.He tells her that she is possesed by the devil.Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to not like that so called priest.bla ,bla , bla.So she meets this guiy while she is point shooting in the desert,and he begins to talk to her ,and so on,until he kisses her.She doesnt even know the guy and she lets him.So they begin to date and everything ,until the day comes that her dad found out!.She was so busted .Her dad threats the guy with the gun that he had with him to not come near her daughter anymore or else .I didnt really believe the dad when he said that,because he could go to jail.but the next day after school ,the guy,whats his name ?&lt;br /&gt;um........i cant remember.i think i have short-term memory.jk.but i cant remember his name!&lt;br /&gt;okay,whatever.he tells her that they are done.I thought that she was going to start crying and run away from him and he was going to go after her.None of that happened though.Instead of doing what i thought she would do ,she cursed at him,screamed at him,and then she ran away from him.You know what he did??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;He just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;What a man!&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT!guess what Pattyn saw the next day at school?&lt;br /&gt;He was in the arms of another girl,holding her close to him.&lt;br /&gt;What a liar!way to go!......&lt;br /&gt;What was wrong with him!?&lt;br /&gt;Because of what she saw,she of course,got soo furious.she went to the girl when she was alone.&lt;br /&gt;she just wanted to tell her he wasnt worth it.the other girl in defense told Pattyn that he only used her to pleasure himself,and that she wasnt even worth it ether.&lt;br /&gt;Pattyn got really mad.&lt;br /&gt;And punched her right in the nose!&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to go in too much detail.Pattyn got suspended and her dad got do mad at her,he beat her when they where in their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering reading this part,im getting so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like i want to be in the story and go to the police and then he would go to jail for the rest of his life,because this is not the first time he hits her.&lt;br /&gt;but im not in the story.&lt;br /&gt;the thing that got me so pissed off ,is that not even the priest believes Pattyn that her dad hits her and her sisters,he still says that she is possesed and that she shoulnt be lying in the name of the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like he is a good priest! yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her mom and dad decide to send her to her aunt j's house for the summer because her dad doesnt want her in his house while her mom is pregnant.yeah,i know what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i was hinking that too,when reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..............so on their way to their aunt j's house they stop at a market and Pattyn sees this cute man and while the man is walking he sees her too and gives her a smile wich in her case is a "drop to your kness gourgeous smile" or something like that.And so all the way to her aunts house she is still thinking about him.Finally when they arrive to the house she begins to regret going there.who woulnt?i would.defenetly.I men to feel that they dont care or love you at home and come to the extremes of sending you away with someone you barely know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad for her.And sad.&lt;br /&gt;but not for long!!&lt;br /&gt;After a week being there she learns how to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drive:defenition of her dad is that no women should learn how to drive unless her husband wants her to.He should teach her how to.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing i dont have a father like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ride a horse: that sounded like fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Something about planting things:sounded boring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not what i meant .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that same week , she begins to like that guy from the market place.your question would be "but how?",well so happens to be that her aunt j knows him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Information,information,she learns a few thins of him from her aunt j.&lt;br /&gt;1.He is a college freshman.&lt;br /&gt;2.He is a good man.&lt;br /&gt;3.He has a sick mother.&lt;br /&gt;4.His name is Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,considering that she herself is junior in high school and he is a freshman in college,thats not so bad is it?&lt;br /&gt;i cant decide on that,yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.........................kay.So they begin to know eachother,then date .After all of that they are officially in love.I dint go in detail this time because they did a lot of stuff together and then i would start typing all those moments and my opinions and so it would just make it more longer than necessary.Wow!my hand its starting to hurt.In those weeks she discovers love ,and acceptance and most importantly she discovers how valuable she is.that is sometimes hard for someone to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!dont worry i think im almost done.&lt;br /&gt;im gettind sadder by the minute.You will find out why.&lt;br /&gt;Her time is up,one mornig she is told that her father wants her back at home.&lt;br /&gt;Ethan comes to the last reunion they will have and gives her a compromise ring,wich has 3 diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;1 for her,1 for him,1 for both.that was so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;And a golden locket wich he had given her for her birthday that had a pictiure of him.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted her to always carry him with her in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to cry,but i coulnt.&lt;br /&gt;The last good thing that they had was that he was going to be able to drive her home.A long,long way home.&lt;br /&gt;so they had time to be together.&lt;br /&gt;He promised to keep in touch,to vist when he could and to always love her.(awwww)&lt;br /&gt;that was real love.they say that if you are lucky it will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;soooo, back to where we were,she went home .&lt;br /&gt;You know what the first thing her dad told her??&lt;br /&gt;Get me a bowl of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;i thought he would change,appereantly i was wrong ,so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;weeks passed by,bla bla bla (more hitting )&lt;br /&gt;school was well school.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she would be in the bathroom talking on the phone with Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;On one of those days she confessed to him that she was pregnant!and some girls heard that.word spread out,and she knew she better do something quick before her dad found out.&lt;br /&gt;he said he would find a way to work things out.&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that popped into my head was marrige.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;i was so right.&lt;br /&gt;he said that she knew he loved her ,and he would love the baby too and he would take care of both of them.(i was almost ready to cry by then)&lt;br /&gt;but she was only 17 and they needed permission of her parents.THERE WAS NO WAY HER DAD WOULD LET HER.&lt;br /&gt;so they decided on waiting till Pattyn was 18 so they could make a faimly of their own.&lt;br /&gt;He was going to pick her up on thursday of the same week and make their escape.&lt;br /&gt;On thursday,when she saw him for the first time in weeks she felt happy and nothing mattered to her anymore,because she was with the love of her life.&lt;br /&gt;the thing she didnt see was one of the students writing down the license plate number!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were on the road,they saw some red and blue lights behind them.At this point i was so mad.How could he?!&lt;br /&gt;he had called the cops.&lt;br /&gt;Pattyn however told Ethan not to stop.&lt;br /&gt;He did as she said.&lt;br /&gt;But when they turned onto the curve,the speed was to high.&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing she heard of Ethan say to her was "Hold on!".&lt;br /&gt;i knew what was going to happen then.And that was when finally the tears started spilling out.&lt;br /&gt;Pattyn woke up in the hospital screaming Ethans name.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody would answer her.&lt;br /&gt;It was too late.&lt;br /&gt;He didnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;I stared to cry even more.I coulnt believe it.&lt;br /&gt;It was suposed to be a happy ending!&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong,again.&lt;br /&gt;you know what the most sad part was?&lt;br /&gt;SHE LOST THE LAST PART THAT SHE HAD OF ETHAN .THEIR BABY.&lt;br /&gt;so sad,yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that ,her dad kicked her out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;she had no where to go.Except for her aunt j's house.&lt;br /&gt;but who would take her?&lt;br /&gt;She had nobody.&lt;br /&gt;i wa shocked by her last decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided on hiding on the dessert with a gun that Ethan once gave her for protection against her dad and have revenge aginst all those people that interwind with her future with Ethan and her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry ms.kay.i know that you didnt want a summary of the book.but for some strange reasion i wanted to share this story to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-6819444277101475092?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6819444277101475092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=6819444277101475092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/6819444277101475092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/6819444277101475092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading-journal-9.html' title='reading journal # 9.'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-2730036983523309890</id><published>2008-10-19T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:05:22.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal # 8!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not reading a book right now.&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is because Caitlin has the burned book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; is a sequel to crank (i think i wrote a journal about it)and she is going to let me borrow it.&lt;br /&gt;(hope she brings it tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;But i did read some magazine that is called "vision magazine" and the title "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;:a holiday of transformation" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; my attention right away.&lt;br /&gt;And as i read , it said that Halloween was named in the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century!&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it??&lt;br /&gt;It started with All-hallows meaning saint day and they dressed up as their favorites saints and spirits,then it was known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cool ,huh?&lt;br /&gt;so yes,it was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; article to read,and so yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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8!'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-6537184018028482697</id><published>2008-10-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:37:17.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal #7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this book almost made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just finished reading dry by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Augusten&lt;/span&gt; Burroughs and it was a great book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was a sad ,heartbreaking story told by the perspective of an alcoholic man in his early 20's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He explains his love life as a gay guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;his struggles with alcoholism and his work and with guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It truly amazed me that a gay person could have the courage to write something this beautiful and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; open with everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time reading something from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; perspective of someone with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;preference&lt;/span&gt; of someone their same sex,and it was truly Ah-ma-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zzingggg&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop reading ,it was so captivating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my mom would come into my room without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;knocking&lt;/span&gt; and ask me to do a favor for her,i would go mad and give her the look of "cant you see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; right now!"right when i was almost done with the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;seriously,i hate it when people come barging into my room and i am reading,and they ask me to to something,right when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; reading!!(ugh.....cant have any privacy people?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyways,good,good book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And so funny too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well,i think that is it for now,oh  and for my next reading journal i think i will start the impulse book that i bought at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sdsu&lt;/span&gt;,the day of the field trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; yeah......bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thanx&lt;/span&gt; for reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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#7!'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-6813967706296145857</id><published>2008-10-03T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:30:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal # 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;am reading this book called "DRY" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Augusten&lt;/span&gt; Burroughs,and its written by a man (which is a thing i almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It explains how his life was as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;advertiser&lt;/span&gt; for almost anything.Its really interesting because it describes his struggles and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accomplishments&lt;/span&gt; doing his work,and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; he indicates some pointers in graphic design ,which i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And then he explains his life as an alcoholic and how it starts to ruin his career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its a very intense memoir.I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; gotten that far in the book ,so that is why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not writing much.But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; beginning to like it.&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.thesecondroad.org/tsr/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/dry_phixr2.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.thesecondroad.org/tsr/2007/11/16/dry-is-anything-but/&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;w=265&amp;amp;sz=24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;usg=__-Wq0e-6RNy-Ud_lVFQ9Kvs8PqRk=&amp;amp;tbnid=gDvMCCNKotzMpM:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;amp;tbnw=82&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dthe%2Bbook%2Bdry%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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6'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-7151278310238220417</id><published>2008-09-27T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:15:16.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eclipse.Reading journal #5 (do not read if you havent read all of the books)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lets start with twilight.And yeah,they are making a movie out of it.go see it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; 21st!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that was the most amazing book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; ever read in my entire life!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i just love it.whats not to like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer is like my own personal hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The second book .new moon.yeah.i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like it that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i mean what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt; did to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inexcusable&lt;/span&gt;!!! (but i still like him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt; comes along....................ugh!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even want to think about it.or talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that book made me cry....well just a little.She is still a good writer though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Third book.eclipse.the one i was reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;love it.love it.love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She makes her books so realistic....its like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i read this book in 2 days.this is the second time i read this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my aunt gave it to me last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and that was my first time reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;after that i began to read the other books ,and so i was all bored and then i saw it and decided to read it.again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;okay so if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; read this book i wont spoil it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nor the others either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And last but not least.breaking dawn.the last book of the saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i suggest that you buy it!!!!(so badly :( .......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i guarantee that you will like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so go the store right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;buy the other books (twilight,new moon,eclipse,and breaking dawn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and read them!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh!one more thing,Stephenie Meyer is working on Midnight Sun,twilight book but in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Edwards&lt;/span&gt; perspective!.if you want to take a look on the first 12 chapters ,go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Stephenie's&lt;/span&gt; page at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;www.stepheniemeyer.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; an then you have to download the draft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;itsss&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-7151278310238220417?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7151278310238220417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=7151278310238220417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/7151278310238220417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/7151278310238220417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/eclipsereading-journal-5-do-not-read-if.html' title='eclipse.Reading journal #5 (do not read if you havent read all of the books)'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-520877135164840919</id><published>2008-09-22T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:24:18.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal # 4!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; reading this book called the uglies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The first 3 chapters  were so boring........the weird thing is that i knew that they were boring but i kept on reading.well i kinda hoped that there was coming an interesting part.but!!!!!....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no.they were still boring.i was going to stop reading that book because there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; that could get my attention.i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; though.i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;keeeeept&lt;/span&gt; on reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And when i was in like half of the book i started to like it.it got my whole attention and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop reading.it was really interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it talked about how they separated the uglies from the pretties and then the old ones ,young ones and how they used to make a lot of trouble.i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember how many times i laughed .but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;a lot of&lt;/span&gt;times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;maybe the thing that got me bored was that the author gave out too much detail on the places that they went and not that much of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; the characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well maybe he did.but he still gave out too much detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;more than necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the thing that got me more interested was that every person on their 16 birthday they had to get a surgery to make them all pretty,etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and the main character tally had to go find her missing friend and betray her in order to become pretty or else she would stay the same as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;she did run away.she went to find her friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when she did,she found out the ways they lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;she had t get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to betray her friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the end was so shocking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i coulnt believe what she did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;truly sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and well i finished the book.it got me wishing that i  had the second book .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;maybe i will.lets just hope that the author &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; give too much detail. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-520877135164840919?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/520877135164840919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=520877135164840919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/520877135164840919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/520877135164840919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/reading-journal-4.html' title='reading journal # 4!!!'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-972393558521466319</id><published>2008-09-10T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:47:51.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crank</title><content type='html'>Well so i just finished reading Crank by Hellen Hopkins.&lt;br /&gt;And so i liked it! a........................lot.&lt;br /&gt;I think im gonna buy the second book of it,i dont remember the name very well,i think its called glass or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,the book is clearly great.&lt;br /&gt;When i was like almost done with it ,i was like,"okay stop" but i coulnt.I wanted to save some for tomorrow but i dindt succeed so im doen with the book ...&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;A really piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;Im just writing this because i dont have anything else to do.sooooo.....yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Im bored.so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-972393558521466319?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/972393558521466319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=972393558521466319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/972393558521466319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/972393558521466319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/crank.html' title='Crank'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-4120117788925028196</id><published>2008-09-08T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:14:15.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading journal # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well,so i just started reading this book called Crank  by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hellen&lt;/span&gt; Hopkins.&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty intense.&lt;br /&gt;  And so its about this girl named Kristina whom she calls herself Bree,for no specific reason.&lt;br /&gt;And she is like in this stage of adolescence that she begins to like boys......trying new drugs,etc...&lt;br /&gt;And i think its a hard life she is living right now.I mean her dad is an alcoholic,and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; work most of the time.what life is he teaching her daughter???, who is staying with him for three weeks,i think.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ,its interesting to me because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; never lived that kind of life,nor i wish to ,either.&lt;br /&gt;But to read their point of view (perspective) its a whole new point.&lt;br /&gt;you get to experience their feelings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; things that is going on.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how to explain what you fell when your reading what she is saying to us .(readers)&lt;br /&gt;I think i will enjoy this book  a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-4120117788925028196?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4120117788925028196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=4120117788925028196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/4120117788925028196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/4120117788925028196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/reading-journal-2.html' title='reading journal # 2'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-2487076595072017927</id><published>2008-09-06T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:14:16.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"where im from"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am from a chocolate cereal box ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crispis&lt;/span&gt; and milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am from the nearby trees in front of our porch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(green,tall with a smell of herbs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am from the plant in the corner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the lilies,the lemon trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the little plant,white roses,and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;juiciness&lt;/span&gt; of fresh lemons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; from family reunions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;from Susana and Santiago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; from the party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;poppers&lt;/span&gt;  and food maniacs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From the monster inside my closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and from the ghosts who are coming for me&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; from a catholic church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the house of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; from Scrips hospital and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bonilla's&lt;/span&gt; Family Tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;asada&lt;/span&gt; and burritos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From the motorcycle accident my uncle had and had surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the eye surgery my aunt had to keep her vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In my closet was a big old box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;keeping family childhood pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;safe with loving memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; from those memories-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that i will carry on with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-2487076595072017927?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2487076595072017927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=2487076595072017927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/2487076595072017927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/2487076595072017927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-im-from.html' title='&quot;where im from&quot;'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-7221976000661479277</id><published>2008-08-31T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:06:46.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking through journal....#1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well,first of all i just wanted to say that this book is pretty interesting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One of my favorite scenes  was when Francisco is singing in front of his classmates!! and they are all laughing and cheering ..... but then the teacher tells him to start all over again and he is feeling shy and nervous but he makes a good performance. It was funny! It reminded me at the time when i was in fifth grade in Tijuana (Mexico) that i had to sing  with a partner for music class in front off the whole school!!! i wanted to die when i was onstage....!when the music started i felt nervous, I could not breath, i was so scared to sing, my mind went blank and i couldn't even remember the words.!So i had to start again  and that time i felt more calm than ever. I don't know why i just did. That was the  first and  last time i ever sang in front of people, after that i no longer took music class because they were going to keep asking to perform, since  it was a requirement to grade you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; One of the parts i didn't like so much was, that Francisco had to miss school because he had to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i mean......come on! he is barely on the eight grade and he is working as he was a man! he works too much. It upsets me because he didn't get the same chances as the other kids in school ,he couldn't even have fun for Gods sake! (except for when his parents weren't around.)when they came back his dad was really hard on him, he made him work,work,work and the only time he asked him to go out to dance, he was punished  for talking back to his dad.  I was relieved when he got the chance to go back to school.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so i just gave my opinion on the book and i enjoyed reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i think i might like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-7221976000661479277?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7221976000661479277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=7221976000661479277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/7221976000661479277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/7221976000661479277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-through-journal1.html' title='breaking through journal....#1'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898977393908045736.post-1179623343376888545</id><published>2008-08-27T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:17:40.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi ! im itzel and here is a little story about myself !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well,first of all i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boned&lt;/span&gt; here in the U.S on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; 29 1993.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ive lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tijuana&lt;/span&gt; till i was 12,and went to a private catholic school since kindergarten.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yeah believe it or not,it was fun , i mean it was so different than going to a public school where people were so mean to everybody.back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tijuana&lt;/span&gt; the nuns would keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt; no matter what !!so it was a more stable place to be and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; too.And well after turning 12 my family and I came here to the U.S for us to come to school here. At first i was so mad ! and sad .I mean i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; leave my friends whom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; been with all my life ! right??.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And so my opinion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; count.As always."IT WAS FOR MY BEST". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what they would always say. UGH!.AND SO ON.After a year living here i made new friends in the seventh grade and everything. I got used to the rules and policies,,etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i had good grades on every report card and my parents would be so proud of me,it sometimes made me think :"why would they care so much about my grades in school ? when there was other students that had bad grades and their parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; even care!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i mean seriously .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when i got to the eight grade,everything changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;how i thought was the mainly one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and powerful too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i had my ups and downs with my way of thinking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Especially when reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt; series books ,i went nuts about them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i started reading more and more until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt; i liked reading.and then loving it.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so i would just read ,read,read and READ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then i have the tendency that when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; reading i have to be listening to music,ALWAYS.no exceptions!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; weird.......yeah i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but anyways i like going with my girl cousins everywhere ,they are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;they know and understand when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; mad,sad,hungry,happy,lazy,etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They are like my sisters.Which in fact i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even have any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the only girl in the family except for my mom of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But she is a woman. I have 3 brothers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; are sometimes really annoying or sometimes really funny,the smallest one is Diego and he is 3,then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; the middle one who is Saul and is 6 years old,and last but not least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; Santiago who is 8 years old.my mom and dad are the best !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;even though they can be pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; all the time,they know how to make the best of the time when we are together.mostly laugh our butts off.....but yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So i am pretty much grateful and lucky to have them! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And now you now a little or a lot .whatever your thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ABOUT ME.OR SHOULD I SAY MY LIFE.WHICHEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BYE and thanks for listening.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wait! i mean reading!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898977393908045736-1179623343376888545?l=tzlbonilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1179623343376888545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898977393908045736&amp;postID=1179623343376888545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/1179623343376888545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898977393908045736/posts/default/1179623343376888545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzlbonilla.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-im-itzel-and-here-is-little-story.html' title='hi ! im itzel and here is a little story about myself !'/><author><name>tzlbonilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01204695934308720483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrE_3DE4p3I/SLYIRupYRmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVLj8fEvdk/S220/th_Picture001-3-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
