<?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-1577058958040934986</id><updated>2011-11-09T05:33:38.900-08:00</updated><category term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Footsteps</title><subtitle type='html'>Searching. Processing. Waiting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-6681145699407238291</id><published>2011-01-28T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:55:12.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a Lantern Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TUNdzjvDt-I/AAAAAAAAALA/RUPjutoNWpY/s1600/Picture%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TUNdzjvDt-I/AAAAAAAAALA/RUPjutoNWpY/s400/Picture%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567396704707393506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life is like a lantern wheel it has its own ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a lie if I tell you I'm always happy, It would be a lie if I tell you I'm always sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world may seem unfair. It is a given fact that indeed in life it can never and will never be possible for you to be always on top nor down but at some point you will have to go down and stop then go up again, fall and climb up. it's a cycle. That's life and no matter what you do it will not change. You have the freedom to accept it and live on or to go against it and be miserable. Your choice, but I suggest learn how to fall and climb up again, its the best way to live life, to fail and learn, to stumble, and stand up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-6681145699407238291?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/6681145699407238291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=6681145699407238291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/6681145699407238291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/6681145699407238291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-like-lantern-wheel.html' title='Life is like a Lantern Wheel'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TUNdzjvDt-I/AAAAAAAAALA/RUPjutoNWpY/s72-c/Picture%2B013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-8382505854834097898</id><published>2011-01-28T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:18:37.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not all questions has answeres</title><content type='html'>There are so many things in life we always and never fail to question. Questions such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Why is it hot?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Why don't I have money?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Why is it noisy?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Why does that person have to be annoying?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Why do I have to keep on suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Why am I unhappy?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and so much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the answers to these questions nor do I have the reasons or the root cause of these questions... so why am I here babbling about all the questions of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's because just like every one of you I am searching for answers, answers that can make me go on with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past days were days of work, work, work, and work. Maybe I wasn't mentally stressed but I was completely emotionally and physically stressed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question number one: WHY IS IT THAT WHEN I AM STRESSED MORE STRESS AND PROBLEMS COME?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I don't know. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I feel like that I am the root cause of all the problems I am facing but I also cannot help myself accept that fact and admit it because I know that in the middle of that problem someone meddled and made it more complicated thus making it harder for me and more people. Do you get what I mean? Sorry my philosophy isn't the same as everyone else. GO AWAY! If only I scream those words all the problems would really go away, but in reality it won't. Unfortunately, I'm not in a fairy tale land to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question number two: I've touched so many lives but why is mine like a living hell?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: still not found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today a couple of persons told me and made me realize how much impact and a change I gave into their lives I never thought that with my happy go lucky disposition I'd be able to make a miracle such as this but why am I unhappy? Why am I suffering? I've been suffering from emotional stress that not only school gives, but my life as a whole it has seem to me that it went hay wired already. Do I still have hope? Do I have a future? Will the situation get better? This is something I always think about first thing in the morning. It's so hard. I might end up crying in the middle of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a person told me how I was the reason of two people fighting... sucks. HOW CAN I BE THE REASON OF THE ARGUMENT WHEN ALL ALONG THE REASON WAS THEIR ANGER AND INCAPABLE MINDS TO UNDERSTAND THE SITUATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suffering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy, I NEED TO BE HAPPY, I WANT TO BE HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all I ever ask for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seems like I have forgotten that even though I wont know what the answer is there is this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;one God who knows and will take care of it for me&lt;/span&gt;... because at the end of each and every day there will be this ONE AND ONLY GOD that will make me feel secured, safe, loved, and taken care of. HOW CAN I  FORGET THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS EVER LOVED ME TRULY WITH NOTHING IN RETURN except for my love. I'm sorry God for letting you down with my emotional outburst but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thank you for reminding me that I still have you, and that you will take care of me and love me. I love you God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-8382505854834097898?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/8382505854834097898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=8382505854834097898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/8382505854834097898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/8382505854834097898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-all-questions-has-answeres.html' title='Not all questions has answeres'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-5209783326040697996</id><published>2010-09-10T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:43:53.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshmallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr6Ym-1g9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_zcIXaIqOIc/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr6Ym-1g9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_zcIXaIqOIc/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515495994356499410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from an overnight party with my friends. Wow, it was amazing and really really really FUN. Haven't been in an overnight party for some quite time already. I really enjoyed every second of the party. Scary stories with friends, random embarrassing moments, and so much more. I like how we melted the marshmallows and it got stuck together. I somehow want my friends and I to be like that, we'll stick to each other even after high school. We're gonna leave high school soon, I am not yet ready to leave my friends. :( I'm gonna miss them!!! &lt;3 but I know we'll see each other often! YEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-5209783326040697996?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/5209783326040697996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=5209783326040697996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/5209783326040697996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/5209783326040697996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2010/09/marshmallows.html' title='Marshmallows'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr6Ym-1g9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_zcIXaIqOIc/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-8573802105071822809</id><published>2010-02-24T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:38:56.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inane decisions made by deficient minds</title><content type='html'>Watched an unwanted film awhile ago in school. It was a film called "Silent Scream" if it I am not mistaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all about abortion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT MADE ME CRY A RIVER. My heart just bursts into anger when such things are being presented right in front of me. An actual abortion process was shown in the film. And it was really UNBELIEVABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short reflection I made for our class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before watching the film I knew it was something my eyes won’t be able to take in. It was something I am afraid to see. The presence of abortion is actually one of the things I hate the most in this world. I love babies, I am for babies, and I always want to see them healthy and being loved by their families. My sister has actually told me of the process and how the babies are killed in abortion. I knew I didn’t have the guts to even take a peek on any film that concerns abortion. But with my deep concern about the issue and my curiosity of the situation, gave me the strength to watch the short film about abortion. Seeing babies even just in the ultrasound actually makes me happy already. I knew it is God’s beloved creature and that it has its right to be in this world. I was still okay when the intro of it was being discussed I even gave my full attention to it until the pictures, videos of the actual abortion was shown… I cried, cried, cried, and cried. As soon as my eyes saw the babies “silent scream” tears started falling from my eyes. My heart suddenly bursts into anger. Why it is that people have sex and yet when babies grow in their uterus they try their hardest to get rid of it. Isn’t that God’s plan was to have sex as a sacred matter for everyone and  it is an instrument to give way to a new life that is about to come in this world. In the first place why dare to have sex when they cannot even dare have a baby. What foolishness has entered their inane minds that they have to right to do such thing? Having pre-marital sex is STUPID. I cannot understand. After the film I have come to realize that I should try my best to promote life. And not let the minds of other people be poisoned by immoral modernization. I should spread the word, and not let any pills, IUD, etc. be in the hands of any people near me. I should try my hardest to save the innocent babies that are in danger of abortion. We should all work together. We can make a difference if we want to. Let us be PRO-LIFE, and NO to ABORTION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-8573802105071822809?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/8573802105071822809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=8573802105071822809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/8573802105071822809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/8573802105071822809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2010/02/inane-decisions-made-by-deficient-minds.html' title='Inane decisions made by deficient minds'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-3897691739480954323</id><published>2009-11-28T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:50:24.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHINE on me SHINee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7YuZCsiVKc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7YuZCsiVKc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINee's younger days. &lt;3 And this is the reason why I wished they never looked mature. Hahahaha. Their so adorable! Taemin is such a cutie pie here. HOW I WISH I'M THEIR NOONA~~~ Kekekeke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-3897691739480954323?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/3897691739480954323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=3897691739480954323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/3897691739480954323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/3897691739480954323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/11/shinees-younger-days.html' title='SHINE on me SHINee'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-6826302695260011011</id><published>2009-11-08T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:00:35.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ラブゲーム</title><content type='html'>あたしは疲れたよ~★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;きおつけね皆、あたしのライフのラブはジェジュンです！！！&lt;br /&gt;はい、ジェジュンはあたしの夢男です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;兎に角今日はあたしの日は楽しいだって~☆ スジュＥ。Ｈ。Ｂ。は可笑しいです。エピソード９は東方神起ゲスト！ ＴＨＥ　ＢＥＳＴ！ ケケケ~★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ーミヤ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-6826302695260011011?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/6826302695260011011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=6826302695260011011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/6826302695260011011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/6826302695260011011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='ラブゲーム'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-6281727687896666821</id><published>2009-11-07T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:48:11.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about ME</title><content type='html'>FIVE things you wish you could say to FIVE different people right now:&lt;br /&gt;- I love you&lt;br /&gt;- I believe you, I will always be by your side&lt;br /&gt;- Thank You&lt;br /&gt;- Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;- Why did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN things about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;- I never sleep without the lights on&lt;br /&gt;- Its hard for me to take a bath without warm water&lt;br /&gt;- Studying different languages makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;- When I am depressed I always eat ice cream&lt;br /&gt;- There are only 2 western songs in my itunes&lt;br /&gt;- I love saying the word saranghae&lt;br /&gt;- My ultimate dream is to have a healthy and happy family when I grow old&lt;br /&gt;- I wish to marry my dream guy&lt;br /&gt;- I hate pessimistic people&lt;br /&gt;- I love thinking and doing things positively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN ways to win your heart:&lt;br /&gt;- Be open minded&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well and sing a song for me in front of a huge crowd&lt;br /&gt;- Bring me a dozen of tulips every week or better everyday&lt;br /&gt;- Take me on a picnic date&lt;br /&gt;- Learn the languages that I am learning&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare dinner for me&lt;br /&gt;- Make a tower cake saying how much you love me in each layer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot:&lt;br /&gt;- Kim Jaejoong&lt;br /&gt;- DBSK&lt;br /&gt;- SUJU&lt;br /&gt;- Kim Ki Bum&lt;br /&gt;- My dreams&lt;br /&gt;- Peace&lt;br /&gt;- Ways to fulfill my dream vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR things you do before you fall asleep:&lt;br /&gt;- Turn my night light on&lt;br /&gt;- Listen to at least one song before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;- Fix my bag&lt;br /&gt;- Fix my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR things you see right now:&lt;br /&gt;- Hand phone&lt;br /&gt;- Speakers&lt;br /&gt;- Maybelline new york shiny.licious lip gloss &lt;br /&gt;- Eye glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE songs that you listen to often:&lt;br /&gt;- Red Bean &lt;br /&gt;- Bodyguard&lt;br /&gt;- Colors melody and harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;- To be able to marry&lt;br /&gt;- Fulfill all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE confession:&lt;br /&gt;- There are so much memories in my brain cells but there is only one guy who cannot be erased no matter what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-6281727687896666821?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/6281727687896666821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=6281727687896666821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/6281727687896666821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/6281727687896666821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s all about ME'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-5664148018226031725</id><published>2009-11-06T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:34:30.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coalescing Emotions</title><content type='html'>J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexplained emotions are running in me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how should I feel or what I should feel. Things are just too complicated for me to take a dip on it. But I all I know is that I want to believe that things will get better soon and that I will believe in YOU no matter what. You had once said that I should always keep the faith. I will. You have given me enough proof to give my full trust in you and that is what we most need as of the moment. I trust every word you say. That is how much faith I have in you. Never lose hope and always keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky Tamago,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-5664148018226031725?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/5664148018226031725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=5664148018226031725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/5664148018226031725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/5664148018226031725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/11/coalescing-emotions.html' title='Coalescing Emotions'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-4673898274776091275</id><published>2009-10-20T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:00:23.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>With all my heart, with all my soul, with all my mind, with all my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-4673898274776091275?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/4673898274776091275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=4673898274776091275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/4673898274776091275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/4673898274776091275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-7023363385215436895</id><published>2009-09-20T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:34:34.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martial Law</title><content type='html'>Martial Law, when people hear these 2 words the things that automatically goes to their minds are killing, abuse of power, and Marcos. I was not yet born when martial law was declared, I wasn't even born when martial law ended. Weird isn't it that here I am talking about martial law but I wasn't even there when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that though I wasn't there, through the stories, books, &amp;amp; people who share their experiences I feel like I'm traveling back to the past. Through those I imagine things and try to feel how it was back then.  They said it was really scary, people can't even go out after 11pm if I am not mistaken, people who goes against the government is either killed or tortured, media was also handled by the government they weren't allowed to post things that reports the wrong doings of the Marcoses and . With all these things I think that the Philippines back then was like a country that is behind the bars, a country that has no freedom but I think if there weren't any martial law the Filipino's wont have the feel of unity and real freedom when the Marcos regime ended. I think if I was born during the time of Marcos I won't miss the chance to see the millions of Filipino's gathered in one place, in EDSA fighting together, united. It is now only through videos that I see how the Filipino's were united by the presence of anger, want for freedom, and the "woman in yellow". How I wish I was there, it was not only history it's something that I know and I hope that all the Filipino's would treasure. We are not sure if we could ever see such unity in our country again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its about Martial Law but I can't help but talk about the unity of the Filipino's because it was through the experiences from the Martial Law that pushed the Filipino's to have a change and they fought for it for so many years and had their victory in EDSA. That is why I believe that EDSA and MARTIAL LAW is much related to each other. With all these I end this post and I hope that with the commemoration of the martial law we will remember the love for our country that we should have, we should treasure the freedom that we have now and thank God that we are a Filipino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-7023363385215436895?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/7023363385215436895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=7023363385215436895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/7023363385215436895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/7023363385215436895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/09/martial-law.html' title='Martial Law'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-7238011829356429003</id><published>2009-09-18T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:03:00.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colored Path</title><content type='html'>Much to do with all that happened in my life I thought it was all boring but when I thought of all the good things that happened I can say that I have a life full of colors and I am thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for making my life wonderful, I thank my family for molding me into a person that has conscience and fear in God, I thank God for giving me friends that walks with me through our journey to maturity, and most of all I thank God for giving me a chance to be a human being that has freedom and responsibility. I know I still have a lot of things to go through, I still have lots of problems to face but I always put into my mind that God wont give me anything that I cant handle and I believe that. God loves us so much that he wont let us have things that we cannot overcome because he sees things in a much higher level, I will surrender myself to God because he knows what is best for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-7238011829356429003?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/7238011829356429003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=7238011829356429003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/7238011829356429003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/7238011829356429003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/09/colored-path.html' title='Colored Path'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-7297333758600663743</id><published>2009-09-18T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:48:39.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>I feel so sick today. I have super bad colds and dry cough, my nose are clogged by unwanted colds. I hate it when I am sick I feel like I can infect everyone with my virus. Moving on, tomorrow is OJT day. :) Wow its my first time to actually go on a real on the job training. I wonder how it feels like. I hope I won't infect anyone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends actually planned our day for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast @ starbucks&lt;br /&gt;OJT&lt;br /&gt;Then District 9~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaa. I wish District 9  is a good movie. I don't actually know what it is about but lets see maybe its a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is a very COOL week. I learned SO MUCH especially in History I learned some Arabic words and how to write them. I find it really interesting, who would ever thought I'd be interested in Arabic culture. I think its really nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to share is our CLE(Theo) classes its awesome. Talked about freedom and I now know what it really means. I knew that freedom comes with responsibility but I never thought there was more to that. OBLIGATION = FREEDOM! &lt;~ Beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM, CHEM, CHEM, it was so much fun. I LOVE IT! I just have to practice it a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;During LAB, I broke an evaporating dish. :))) HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so much to share about this week. It was a week full of learning! SO MUCH FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys had an awesome week like mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Mia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-7297333758600663743?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/7297333758600663743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=7297333758600663743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/7297333758600663743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/7297333758600663743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-3206463230058802498</id><published>2009-09-12T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:39:42.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Schoolgirl</title><content type='html'>I am watching a film right now entitled Hello Schoolgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished the story could've been my story too. I suggest you guys watch it so you can understand what I am trying to say. ;) Its a korean film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao got to go back to what I am watching. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-3206463230058802498?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/3206463230058802498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=3206463230058802498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/3206463230058802498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/3206463230058802498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-schoolgirl.html' title='Hello Schoolgirl'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-8778128959102773605</id><published>2009-09-06T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T06:28:26.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai, Ai, Ai</title><content type='html'>Listening to Love, Love, Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help not to blog. ;) Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days are the worst days of my life (so far). I feel like I am a complete failure. I know things really wont go the way I want them to be. I know its my fault but why do people have to put it onto my face and make me even feel worse. Their not helping me. I did my best. I TRIED! Its just that every time I try they won't believe me. And that is the reason why I can't move on, I can't have a fresh new start. The past is haunting me. I TRIED SO MANY TIMES ALREADY! Now I just want to give up. I am so messed up. I don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while go we went to mass, while the communion was on going I just can't stop my tears from falling. I cried. I feel so guilty, depressed, and sorry for myself. I wish I can change things easily. Its killing me I am tired already. Its just now that I lost hope , I feel down and I just want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to, I want to give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-8778128959102773605?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/8778128959102773605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=8778128959102773605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/8778128959102773605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/8778128959102773605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/09/ai-ai-ai.html' title='Ai, Ai, Ai'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-1485511013176943318</id><published>2009-09-04T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:33:57.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, bye, net</title><content type='html'>GOOD BYE, net for at least 2 months. I HAVE TO FOCUS ON MY STUDIES!  I have goals and dreams. Please pray for me since I am still confused with a lot of things. PROMOTE FOR PEACE!!!! I'll officially start the advocacy late September. ;) Watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Mia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-1485511013176943318?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/1485511013176943318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=1485511013176943318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/1485511013176943318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/1485511013176943318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/09/peace-bye-net.html' title='Peace, bye, net'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-3317476356726596061</id><published>2009-08-08T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:36:01.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>Papers, essays, reports, exams, homework, and having fun. It is all part of us growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week of  depression, happiness, and love for me.  A lot of things happened, a lot of things came into my life, a lot of things ended but still I thank God. I thank God because he gave me a whole new experience that gave me a chance to mature and grow up. To see the world in a whole new view is what I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make this any longer. I have to do my papers for me to grow up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this I all leave you with a question, "What does the world mean to me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-3317476356726596061?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/3317476356726596061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=3317476356726596061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/3317476356726596061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/3317476356726596061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-8987427076617911368</id><published>2009-07-30T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T04:31:40.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A friendship that had a closure</title><content type='html'>Something happened today.&lt;br /&gt;A friendship came to an end. I didnt say good bye to that friend instead I said THANK YOU. Though we parted ways in a not good condition I still want to thank her for being a friend to me for 3 years. I had memories of our ups and down friendship. Now that it had a closure I hope we can now freely move on from our past. I know we cant be friends anymore but still I want to give her a million thanks for being a friend to me for years. It wasnt easy but I had fun. I know we both learned from our friendship that is why all I want to say to her is thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you my "friend", THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-8987427076617911368?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/8987427076617911368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=8987427076617911368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/8987427076617911368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/8987427076617911368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship-that-had-closure.html' title='A friendship that had a closure'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-258558726411116654</id><published>2009-07-25T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:12:18.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn, Learn, Learn, and APPRECIATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been awhile since I made an EXPERIENCE blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, We had our public school interaction yesterday, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be something that would just come and go. BUT it was not. It was an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;experience that was really unforgettable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the public school at around 8:30? And as we got off the bus we saw students waiting for us. We enter the gates and passed by them and they were actually singing for us as we pass by. We received a very warm and at the same time awkward welcome. As we went to the venue which is the top floor of their bldg we were able to see and observe some of their classrooms and their environment I TELL YOU &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had my jaws dropped because of what I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave us a partner so that we can have someone to tour us inside the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the introduction and the short break, we were given a chance to actually sit in on some of the classes. I know public schools have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMALL classrooms&lt;/span&gt; and campuses but I never really took that seriously and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just thought of it as something that people intend to exaggerate&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WAS WRONG&lt;/span&gt;! It was really small, even smaller than our garage(Seriously I am not bragging). 80 Chairs were inside the classrooms and it was so close to each other to the extent that it would be really hard to pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first class that we went to was the science class of the third year. I think they were suppose to do an experiment but no one brought the materials. The teacher was really mad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was so mad and unconsciously humiliating the students in front of us.&lt;/span&gt; We also went to some classes of the 4th year students and as the last stop we went to one of the classes of the 1st year. We joined their English class. They were doing some activities so they were actually qu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iet and we were able to chat with their teacher. While I was looking at them I asked the teacher "how old are they?" she said that their age ranges from 12 yrs. old - 14 yrs. old. I COULD NOT believe it. Because they were so small that they actually look like a grade 4 or a grade 5 student. I can't help myself, I asked the teacher why are they that small and she said it is because of malnutrition that is why they are small.&lt;/span&gt; It made me felt really bad because I don't really appreciate the RIGHT food and well balanced meals that my parents give us. We often times take it for granted while other kids are having a hard time get the enough nutrition that their body needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taught me a LOT of things&lt;/span&gt;. It taught me to appreciate what I actually have and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be contented&lt;/span&gt;. I now appreciate the BIG classrooms that the school has given us students, the good and very well experienced &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATIENT teachers&lt;/span&gt; that teach us how to live a life that is for the greater glory of God , and of course &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE BLESSINGS God has given me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I now know that I am indeed VERY VERY BLESSED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-258558726411116654?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/258558726411116654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=258558726411116654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/258558726411116654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/258558726411116654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/learn-learn-learn-and-appreciate.html' title='Learn, Learn, Learn, and APPRECIATE'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-5394790574429651800</id><published>2009-07-20T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:47:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Group</title><content type='html'>We went to Jaimie's house yesterday to have a study group together with Agnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun studying. That was the only time I felt like studying was not a burden.&lt;br /&gt;Feels so nice to study with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. We were able to study Geom and Chem.&lt;br /&gt;I know understand Geom. :&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot. Our prize if we would be able to finish our tasks was to watch a drama sp. :)) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;but we were not able to watch because of lack of time. :P NEXT TIME! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway moving on I have to cut this blog short cause I still have to prepare for school.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-5394790574429651800?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/5394790574429651800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=5394790574429651800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/5394790574429651800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/5394790574429651800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/study-group.html' title='Study Group'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-812450907402364862</id><published>2009-07-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:58:14.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspended</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 4:30am just to be able to fix my things for school only to find out later on that classes were suspended. WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying this suspension so far.&lt;br /&gt;WATCHED THE NEW YORK CITY BOYS. I LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;Their so big now. Hahaha. 愛、愛、愛じゃない。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC Boys のソングは凄いね。。。 Love, Love, Love and PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can be there to make the most out of the time that they are still together.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, it's just for a short time that they'd be a group. HOW SAD. Temporary groups sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I live there. ね皆?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;山田と知念はカッコイね。。。*頬を染める頬を染める。ハハハ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky HIGH Sky HIGH, We love all the world.&lt;br /&gt;夢じゃない恋を止めないで。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BOY, YOUR SMILE IS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;ケダ、愛してるよ!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE boys are also AWESOME!!!! ケントとフマは恋可笑しい。 大好き。(｡・ε・｡)&lt;br /&gt;山田くんのがたいは凄いね? ハハハ。。。o(^▽^)o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me, give me, give me, KISS ME BABY! Give me, give me, もっと!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-812450907402364862?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/812450907402364862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=812450907402364862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/812450907402364862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/812450907402364862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/suspended.html' title='Suspended'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-8387413398895678076</id><published>2009-07-16T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:07:53.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Class</title><content type='html'>Much to do about nothing. How can a person even focus when all you hear is your sister singing non sense stuff. [Not blaming her for her craziness though. I still love? her even if she is like that.] But seriously I don't know what to write here cause good thoughts is coming in and out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I can say that this blog post is something REALLY REALLY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Noli Me Tangere a while ago. I am starting to like it. It's a really nice story that you can relate to the past and present situations. Never thought I'd like Noli. We have a good teacher with that subject! :bd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ONLY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOATHE one class in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And I believe almost all of us HATE THAT CLASS. Not because of the lesson but because of some other stuff I can't tell you what. It's a secret. :)) Haha. WE just hate it. If only I can drop that subject......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK! I hope I survive with that class this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to finish my GEOM activity sheet. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEOM IS SO FUN AND INTERESTING I LIKE IT!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-8387413398895678076?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/8387413398895678076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=8387413398895678076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/8387413398895678076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/8387413398895678076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/secret-class.html' title='Secret Class'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-7735701471638460800</id><published>2009-07-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:20:48.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in the Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you though your far from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Till our eyes meet tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun today. I was so so so hyper.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can't make a blog longer than this one I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Since there is school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to sleep in any of my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be attentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later friends.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jya ne, Bye Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Must for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be able to finish Geom &amp;amp;  Algebra homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To finish reading Noli me Tangere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for the upcoming UT's &amp;amp; MQT's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FIGHTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-7735701471638460800?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/7735701471638460800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=7735701471638460800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/7735701471638460800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/7735701471638460800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-in-ice.html' title='Love in the Ice'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-4371049180827563425</id><published>2009-07-13T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:31:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transform</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Watched Transformers last Sunday with my sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I KNOW, We were so late to watch that film. It's just that all of us were so busy the past weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/SlulgJmHdsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u46TCFDzzOQ/s1600-h/17003354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/SlulgJmHdsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u46TCFDzzOQ/s400/17003354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358058153437525698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway, Transformers was AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Super great effects, nice story plot, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT HOT HOT SHIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I love the movie. Though it was pretty obvious that Optimus Prime would resurrect from the dead. BUT STILL it was really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After watching Transformers we went to the Michael Jackson tribute inside the mall. There was a huge white wall where in you can write what you want to say to MJ. Such a nice scene. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ, I will miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Here is a picture of one  of the posters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/Slulv6pD0QI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pCTQ5mibr5Y/s1600-h/17003341-a256add116e2fbccee07702e8eba485c.4a5b9dfb-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/Slulv6pD0QI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pCTQ5mibr5Y/s400/17003341-a256add116e2fbccee07702e8eba485c.4a5b9dfb-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358058424301244674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Then after that we ate at TOKYO TOKYO! Yes, had some Japanese food. Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My favorite Miso soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/Slul_dnfbwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eBLIEifJQ2s/s1600-h/17003500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/Slul_dnfbwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eBLIEifJQ2s/s400/17003500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358058691387944706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Had so much fun bonding with my sisters that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Since Harry Potter is up now WE WILL WATCH THAT ON SATURDAY! Oh, yes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I LOVE BONDING WITH MY SISTERS!&lt;/span&gt; Their so fun to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Wait for another update about our HARRY POTTER DAY! :P&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/1577058958040934986-4371049180827563425?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/4371049180827563425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=4371049180827563425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/4371049180827563425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/4371049180827563425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/transform.html' title='Transform'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/SlulgJmHdsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u46TCFDzzOQ/s72-c/17003354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-3312640594537653864</id><published>2009-07-11T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:24:13.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story about the 10th day of the 7th month of the year two thousand and nine</title><content type='html'>What a long title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was literally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LONG DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as what the title says I would share what had happened to me during the 10th day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we had our Monthly school mass. I don't know why but I can't seem to stay in one position. I felt so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agitated&lt;/span&gt; during the mass. But still I managed to at least listen to the homily. Don't be like me. Always stay focus during a mass. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sr.Luz gave us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FREE ICE CREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yey! But Jaimie ate my ice cream since I wasn't really in the mood to eat it that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass we had the parish grouping. I was assigned as one of the leaders for our parish for grades 1-4. Man, they were so noisy and actually BRATTY. There was this kid who was bullying the other kid she thought I didn't notice her. I hate those kinds of kids. Ohhh and also some kids are so PAPANSIN(someone who lacks attention)! Hahaha. But I had fun. I actually spent much more time with grades 1 &amp;amp; 2 I was like baby sitting them. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came lunch after the parish grouping. Chezca and Jaimie ate ahead of me since it took me so long to get back to the high school building. As usual we occupied the space in the locker area. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOCKER AREA, OWNED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Kidding. While I was eating the seniors and the freshmen just kept on passing by. We were so entertained seeing them with their costumes for their kapatiran. My sister went for Geum Jan Di of Boys Over Flowers a long with her friend Christine who went for Ga Eul. They were a lot of VERY VERY VERY cute costumes. I liked the senior and her freshmen sister who went for the simpsons. THEY WERE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LITERALLY yellow&lt;/span&gt;. I think they had their bodies painted yellow. Cool isn't? They were so CREATIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was the last and only subjects for the day. GEOM &amp;amp; ALGEB. What a way to end the week. I felt VERY VERY VERY tired and sleepy during Geom and actually fell asleep during classes. It was so embarrassing. Algeb was okay. Ms.Martinez is really good. I hope I'd have good grades with Algeb this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came clubs. Had a hard time cause the moderator and our Org Head wasn't around. But we were able to teach the new members how to play the national anthem. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ACHIEVEMENT&lt;/span&gt;. I am actually happy that the new members are actually good, they learned really fast. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THUMBS UP FOR THE NEW MEMBERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day ended with the feeling of satisfaction. I don't know why but, I had so much fun that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-3312640594537653864?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/3312640594537653864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=3312640594537653864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/3312640594537653864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/3312640594537653864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-about-10th-day-of-7th-month-of.html' title='A story about the 10th day of the 7th month of the year two thousand and nine'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-9144118620452067742</id><published>2009-07-11T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:33:13.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a week already since we got back from school from the 10 days of quarantine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that I had done all my homework all by myself. (*Except for Geometry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am getting all hyped up for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am so excited to learn new things.&lt;br /&gt;I want to change to a better student now. I want to have HIGH grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tthough I know its going to be hard this year I think I can still do it. AND I WILL DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a matter of motivating yourself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ME! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will do my best&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;頑張ります! アジャアジャFIGHTING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-9144118620452067742?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/9144118620452067742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=9144118620452067742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/9144118620452067742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/9144118620452067742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-loving-school.html' title='Motivate'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-3004914848690503148</id><published>2009-07-10T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:33:18.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice me NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose this feeling in my heart would be love. Although I try to hide it, a smile appears on my lips. A smile that not anyone can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have that smile I know I can never say those 8 letters in front of you. As much as I want to, my words cant seem to reach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard. All I need from you is take a look back and notice me.&lt;br /&gt;Every word coming out from your mouth are words I would always treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just felt like writing this. I was inspired to write such words after hearing an acapella sung by my favorite group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SORRY FOR THE SICKLY SWEET BITTER WORDS. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-3004914848690503148?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/3004914848690503148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=3004914848690503148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/3004914848690503148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/3004914848690503148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/notice-me-not.html' title='Notice me NOT'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-1878661145111535348</id><published>2009-07-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:12:48.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are so many people now a days who wants to at least do something for our nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature, nature, nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due the different human activities our nature is not in a good condition. Different changes are now very evident. Just like the unexplainable sudden change of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;GLOBAL WARMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went through my Yahoo Answers! I saw a question that is related to global warming, read the answers of the netizens. I was completely DEVASTATED with what they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously how can they even say that global warming is good and that it isn't man's fault.&lt;br /&gt;FYI it is man's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And we should all do something to save the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only for us but also for the future human beings that would want to see the earth's natural beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE should all be aware that the earth is God's creation just like us. And that we should treat them properly. They are fragile just like a glass. Just like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is why we should learn how to love, thank, and protect this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-1878661145111535348?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/1878661145111535348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=1878661145111535348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/1878661145111535348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/1878661145111535348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-song.html' title='Water Song'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-7795600863363025911</id><published>2009-07-10T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:32:40.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After more than a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So its only now that I had the urge to update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a new blog. BUT I have decided to keep both. Since the other one is a Japanese Blog and not all can understand how that blog works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the title of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIA'S FRUIT LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it titled Mia's fruit life?&lt;br /&gt;Simple I want to share my fruity life with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know not every post that I will make here is something you can learn from, I still want you to think that through every experience, happenings, or even just my ordinary day sharing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is a fruit that you can get from reading my posts. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next FRUITY POST!&lt;br /&gt;- MiaEsti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-7795600863363025911?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/7795600863363025911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=7795600863363025911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/7795600863363025911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/7795600863363025911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-more-than-year.html' title='After more than a year'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-5812313864916562641</id><published>2008-04-19T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:15:39.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I realized that I have been day dreaming a lot these past days. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1.) I want to become a writer for asian series (love stories).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I want to produce a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to own an ART GALLERY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I want to have a theater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to a Mini Cooper car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) i want that my stories will be produced in any Asian countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I want to go to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;South Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Bali, Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Sweden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Netherlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               and a lot more. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;8.) I want to learn at least 6 languages before I get the age of 21 years old. (i want to be fluent) here are the languages i want to learn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;                            Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;                            Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  Malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;9.) I want my close friends to still be my friends when we grow old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;10.) I want to own a BIG rest house so that my family and our relatives could stay there together. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) I want to have a FRIENDS house someday it wont have to be big just a medium size house will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) I WANT TO BE GOOD with playing the PIANO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) I REALLY WANT TO HAVE A GRAND PIANO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) I want my own book to be published&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) The money that I will get from the book will all go to the less fortunate in Africa so it's going to be like a book for a cost. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;These are just half of my dreams. but I will work hard for all of these so that it wont be left as a dream. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreaming is not bad, we just have to work hard to make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DREAM COME TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;~MiaEstipona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-5812313864916562641?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/5812313864916562641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=5812313864916562641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/5812313864916562641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/5812313864916562641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams-d.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-4281378702042494845</id><published>2008-04-11T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:11:19.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>つまらない   :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_8VXiMRrrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SPD-lcmW6cc/s1600-h/Copy+of+Pictures+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_8VXiMRrrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SPD-lcmW6cc/s200/Copy+of+Pictures+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187888789813571250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_8VXyMRrsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ej-xIg59iak/s1600-h/Pictures+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_8VXyMRrsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ej-xIg59iak/s200/Pictures+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187888794108538562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_8VXiMRrqI/AAAAAAAAACs/FWkzFJYv7Xw/s1600-h/Copy+of+Pictures+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_8VXiMRrqI/AAAAAAAAACs/FWkzFJYv7Xw/s200/Copy+of+Pictures+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187888789813571234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_8VXyMRrtI/AAAAAAAAADE/Infl8erC0L4/s1600-h/Pictures+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_8VXyMRrtI/AAAAAAAAADE/Infl8erC0L4/s200/Pictures+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187888794108538578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i got really bored today so i made some food....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;* first i made some fruit salad... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;*then i made some maki... &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_8WUSMRrwI/AAAAAAAAADc/DOqwHyyrYoQ/s1600-h/Pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-4281378702042494845?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/4281378702042494845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=4281378702042494845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/4281378702042494845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/4281378702042494845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2008/04/p.html' title='つまらない   :P'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_8VXiMRrrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SPD-lcmW6cc/s72-c/Copy+of+Pictures+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-5409402783125082594</id><published>2008-04-09T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:11:22.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Dessert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_zNqf2-6uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mPN6QWLaKg4/s1600-h/136172_yr_feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_zNqf2-6uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mPN6QWLaKg4/s320/136172_yr_feature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187247000814283490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;YAHOO.Food.sprites.preload('ingredients-heading')&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div class="bd clrself"&gt;   &lt;div class="list"&gt;    &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 (3 ounce) package ladyfingers, split&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pint strawberries, divided&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 3/4 cups boiling water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pkg. (8 serving size) JELL-O Brand Strawberry Flavor Sugar Free Low Calorie Gelatin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cups ice cubes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 (8 ounce) tub COOL WHIP LITE Whipped Topping or COOL WHIP FREE Whipped Topping, thawed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;COOKING DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bd"&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trim 3/4 inch from ends of ladyfingers; place ends on bottom of 9-inch springform pan. Stand remaining ladyfingers around side of pan, with cut sides facing in. Reserve 2 strawberries for garnish; mash remaining strawberries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir boiling water into gelatin in large bowl at least 2 minutes until completely dissolved. Add ice cubes; stir until melted. Add whipped topping and mashed strawberries; stir gently with wire whisk until well blended. Refrigerate 10 min. or until mixture is very thick and will mound. Spoon into prepared pan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refrigerate 3 hours or until firm. Remove side of pan. Top with reserved strawberries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;p id="yield"&gt;Yield: 12 servings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;From www.yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-5409402783125082594?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/5409402783125082594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=5409402783125082594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/5409402783125082594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/5409402783125082594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2008/04/ingredients-yahoo.html' title='Strawberry Dessert'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/R_zNqf2-6uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mPN6QWLaKg4/s72-c/136172_yr_feature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-4441056202285542972</id><published>2008-04-09T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:11:25.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SCRUMPTIOUS STRAWBERRY RECIPES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;     &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;     &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;     &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Strawberry Punch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dissolve 2 (3 oz.) packages strawberry gelatin and 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; cups sugar in 2 cups of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;boiling water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";color:red;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";color:red;" &gt;ADD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 3.5in; text-indent: -3.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;2 c. fresh or frozen strawberries,&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                      &lt;/span&gt;1 (12 oz.) can frozen pink&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 261pt; text-indent: -261pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;pureed in a blender&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;lemonade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;(undiluted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;1 (46 oz.) container red fruit punch&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;3 (12 oz.) cans water&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;1 (12 oz.) can frozen orange juice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;(undiluted)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Freeze punch a day ahead. Let thaw several hours before serving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At serving time, add 1 (28 oz.) bottle of ginger ale.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Makes 48 cups (4 oz.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;six quarts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Strawberry-Banana Salad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;1 (10 oz.) pkg. Frozen strawberries,&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;½ c. pecans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;partly thawed &amp;amp; chopped&lt;span style=""&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;1 c. pineapple tidbits&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;5 bananas&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;12 oz. Cool Whip&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Drain &amp;amp; reserve juice from pineapple tidbits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Slice bananas lenthwise &amp;amp; then slice in small pieces across into the reserved pineapple juice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a large bowl, mix strawberries, pineapple tidbits, pecans &amp;amp; Cool Whip. Fold bananas into the strawberry mixture &amp;amp; freeze in a shallow dish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This will fill two 8 inch round or heart shaped molds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remove from freezer 15 minutes before serving.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Strawberry Minute Pie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 3.5in; text-indent: -259.5pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;1 (8 inch) baked pie shell&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;16 oz. Fresh or frozen&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;1 c. boiling water&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;strawberries&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;1 pkg. Strawberry gelatin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bake pie shell &amp;amp; cool completely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pour boiling water on gelatin in bowl; stir until gelatin is dissolved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Add strawberries; if frozen, stir well to break them apart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When mixture is partially set, pour into baked pie shell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chill until set, about 2 hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If desired, serve with frozen whipped topping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Store no longer than 48 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recipes from: http://www.pattersonfarminc.com/scrumptiousstrawberryrecipes.html&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/1577058958040934986-4441056202285542972?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/4441056202285542972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=4441056202285542972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/4441056202285542972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/4441056202285542972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2008/04/scrumptious-strawberry-recipes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-1329767122019435411</id><published>2008-04-09T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:40:56.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 9</title><content type='html'>I AM WASTED TODAY... =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went to the gym to workout.&lt;br /&gt;i got really tired....&lt;br /&gt;my thighs are now aching... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really funny after that we ate at burger king so how's that my exercise got wasted... hahahaha... :P&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;went home and then went straight to the computer,&lt;br /&gt;today was really HOT.... and the internet was not working, i got really pissed off because i waited for like 2 hours before it got fixed...... =)) hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i called the customer service so that my modem will be fixed.... hahaha after i dialed my no. the internet was fixed already hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now watching american idol:&lt;br /&gt;I AM LOVING DAVID ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-1329767122019435411?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/1329767122019435411/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-5892757938247496374</id><published>2008-04-09T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:20:49.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>おたんじょうび おめだっと 山P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the birthday of one of my crush... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can greet them face to face but they are really far from me... =)) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know someday i will be able to see them =)) hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway to all those who are celebrating their birthday today april 9 i want to greet you a happy birthday!!! ~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-5892757938247496374?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-925617319237749422</id><published>2008-04-05T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:11:36.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Einstein's Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A human being is part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. ... The true value of a human being is determined primarily by the measure and the sense in which they have obtained liberation from the self. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if humanity is to survive. (Albert Einstein)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"When forced to summarize the general theory of relativity in one sentence: Time and space and gravitation have no separate existence from matter. ... Physical objects are not in space, but these objects are spatially extended. In this way the concept 'empty space' loses its meaning. ... The particle can only appear as a limited region in space in which the field strength or the energy density are particularly high. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The free, unhampered exchange of ideas and scientific conclusions is necessary for the sound development of science, as it is in all spheres of cultural life. ... We must not conceal from ourselves that no improvement in the present depressing situation is possible without a severe struggle; for the handful of those who are really determined to do something is minute in comparison with the mass of the lukewarm and the misguided. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Humanity is going to need a substantially new way of thinking if it is to survive!" (Albert Einstein)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-925617319237749422?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/925617319237749422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=925617319237749422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/925617319237749422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/925617319237749422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2008/04/albert-einsteins-philosophy.html' title='Albert Einstein&apos;s Philosophy'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577058958040934986.post-1568177103588851563</id><published>2008-04-05T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:11:53.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>albert einstein and the atomic bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The physicist Albert Einstein did not directly participate in the invention of the atomic bomb. But as we shall see, he was instrumental in facilitating its development. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In 1905, as part of his Special Theory of Relativity, he made the intriguing point that a large amount of energy could be released from a small amount of matter. This was expressed by the equation E=mc2 (energy = mass times the speed of light squared). The atomic bomb would clearly illustrate this principle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But bombs were not what Einstein had in mind when he published this equation. Indeed, he considered himself to be a pacifist. In 1929, he publicly declared that if a war broke out he would "unconditionally refuse to do war service, direct or indirect... regardless of how the cause of the war should be judged." (Ronald Clark, "Einstein: The Life and Times", pg. 428). His position would change in 1933, as the result of Adolf Hitler's ascent to power in Germany. While still promoting peace, Einstein no longer fit his previous self-description of being an "absolute pacifist". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Einstein's greatest role in the invention of the atomic bomb was signing a letter to President Franklin Roosevelt urging that the bomb be built. The splitting of the uranium atom in Germany in December 1938 plus continued German aggression led some physicists to fear that Germany might be working on an atomic bomb. Among those concerned were physicists Leo Szilard and Eugene Wigner. But Szilard and Wigner had no influence with those in power. So in July 1939 they explained the problem to someone who did: Albert Einstein. According to Szilard, Einstein said the possibility of a chain reaction "never occurred to me", altho Einstein was quick to understand the concept (Clark, pg. 669+; Spencer Weart &amp;amp; Gertrud Weiss Szilard, eds., "Leo Szilard: His Version of the Facts", pg. 83). After consulting with Einstein, in August 1939 Szilard wrote a letter to President Roosevelt with Einstein's signature on it. The letter was delivered to Roosevelt in October 1939 by Alexander Sachs, a friend of the President. Germany had invaded Poland the previous month; the time was ripe for action. That October the Briggs Committee was appointed to study uranium chain reactions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the Briggs Committee moved very slowly, prompting Einstein, Szilard, and Sachs to write to FDR in March 1940, pointing again to German progress in uranium research (Weart &amp;amp; Szilard, pg. 119+). In April 1940 an Einstein letter, ghost-written by Szilard, pressed Briggs Committee chairman Lyman Briggs on the need for "greater speed" (Weart &amp;amp; Szilard, pg. 125+; Clark, pg. 680). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Research still proceeded slowly, because the invention of the atomic bomb seemed distant and unlikely, rather than a weapon that might be used in the current war. It was not until after the British MAUD Report was presented to FDR in October 1941 that a more accelerated pace was taken. This British document stated that an atomic bomb &lt;b&gt;could&lt;/b&gt; be built and that it might be ready for use by late 1943, in time for use during the war (Richard Rhodes, "The Making of the Atomic Bomb", pg. 377+). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Einstein biographer Ronald Clark has observed that the atomic bomb would have been invented without Einstein's letters, but that without the early U.S. work that resulted from the letters, the a-bombs might not have been ready in time to use during the war on Japan (Clark, pg. 682-683). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The atomic bomb related work that Einstein did was very limited and he completed it in two days during December 1941.  &lt;a href="http://www.doug-long.com/bush.htm"&gt; Vannevar Bush&lt;/a&gt;, who was coordinating the scientific work on the a-bomb at that time, asked Einstein's advice on a theoretical problem involved in separating fissionable material by gaseous diffusion. But Bush and other leaders in the atomic bomb project excluded Einstein from any other a-bomb related work. Bush didn't trust Einstein to keep the project a secret: "I am not at all sure... [Einstein] would not discuss it in a way that it should not be discussed." (Clark, pg. 684-685; G. Pascal Zachary, "Endless Frontier: Vannevar Bush, Engineer of the American Century", pg. 204). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the realization of nuclear weapons grew near, Einstein looked beyond the current war to future problems that such weapons could bring. He wrote to physicist Niels Bohr in December 1944, "when the war is over, then there will be in all countries a pursuit of secret war preparations with technological means which will lead inevitably to preventative wars and to destruction even more terrible than the present destruction of life." (Clark, pg. 698). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The atomic bombings of Japan occurred three months after the surrender of Germany, whose potential for creating a Nazi a-bomb had led Einstein to push for the development of an a-bomb for the Allies. Einstein withheld public comment on the atomic bombing of Japan until a year afterward. A short article on the front page of the New York Times contained his view: "Prof. Albert Einstein... said that he was sure that President Roosevelt would have forbidden the atomic bombing of Hiroshima had he been alive and that it was probably carried out to end the Pacific war before Russia could participate." ("Einstein Deplores Use of Atom Bomb", New York Times, 8/19/46, pg. 1). Einstein later wrote, "I have always condemned the use of the atomic bomb against Japan." (Otto Nathan &amp;amp; Heinz Norden, editors, "Einstein on Peace", pg. 589). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In November 1954, five months before his death, Einstein summarized his feelings about his role in the creation of the atomic bomb: "I made one great mistake in my life... when I signed the letter to President Roosevelt recommending that atom bombs be made; but there was some justification - the danger that the Germans would make them." (Clark, pg. 752). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="right" style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - Doug Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doug-long.com/einstein.htm"&gt;http://www.doug-long.com/einstein.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1577058958040934986-1568177103588851563?l=strawberrytell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/feeds/1568177103588851563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1577058958040934986&amp;postID=1568177103588851563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/1568177103588851563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1577058958040934986/posts/default/1568177103588851563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrytell.blogspot.com/2008/04/albert-einstein-and-atomic-bomb.html' title='albert einstein and the atomic bomb'/><author><name>Mia Franczesca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16365464312102843130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ZeBe4qXEc/TIr4YWJ4DcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vrQsJEpO6JQ/S220/DSC_0099.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
