<?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-8587574940627653975</id><updated>2011-12-21T21:01:52.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetest language</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-3040920834518456810</id><published>2011-11-26T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:34:58.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was just too much. I don't know where to begin. but basically it was a fcking drama scene. I didn't sleep until 5am-ish. I guess I am just a dumb bitch who got hit by karma last night. But hey, I don't wanna stress it out. I said my sorries and apologized my ass. I'll do it once or twice, but if it is something to make me look stupid then fck it. I don't want to pushed around anymore. seriously. and then his ass doesn't understand what I mean when so called 'lesbos' are riding on his dick, but since they lesbo it is fine. Straight up, I don't give a fck they still have fcking pussies. ugh. i don't know. can someone pass me a damn blunt? or better yet, punch me real hard so i will never wake up. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-3040920834518456810?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3040920834518456810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=3040920834518456810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/3040920834518456810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/3040920834518456810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-night-was-just-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-832402086927378495</id><published>2011-11-04T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:07:14.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been wanting to go to class lately. Skipping has become a drug. But I know this coming week I am not going to skip anymore class, till next semester. I am done with skipping. I just can't wait for winter break to start. I really need a damn break! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am just taking a break from studying or making my study guide. Enjoying a warm glass of Nutella hot chocolate right now. Then gonna go back to studying. After that I might finish up watching New Moon, the second Twilight movie. Ever since the new and final movie is coming out Ive been having the urge to watch them all over again. I might even buy the DVDs! haha. But yeah, hear goes to a Friday study night! &lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-832402086927378495?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/832402086927378495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=832402086927378495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/832402086927378495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/832402086927378495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-havent-been-wanting-to-go-to-class.html' title=''/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-9036352459423877737</id><published>2011-11-02T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:39:22.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;finally a place where I can scream. I just really miss having a blog where no one really cares about. I can just type what I feel and whatnot. &amp; so here is what I've been thinking about lately.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is super cold, but so far I've found ways to handle it. I know the worst it yet to come. With the weather being like this and the sky getting dark so quickly, It brought me back to the past. I don't know what it is, but this type of weather brings me back to those days of things. The people were different, the vibe was different, the experience was different, the laughs were certainly different and etc. Even though I am comfortable at where I am now, I can't help but think about how I felt before. Who was I? and who was I surrounded by? I really don't know. Thinking about the past makes me feel different and of course makes me heart hurt a little. I try to shake it, because all in all, it doesn't really matter anymore. Once left in the pass, it will never come back. Something I've learned. I got to say I don't know how to shake this one off. I tried for so long, but some how it always creeps back up. I wish things weren't so complicated sometimes, but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either than that, this is my first blog post here after a year or so. wow. more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-9036352459423877737?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/9036352459423877737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=9036352459423877737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/9036352459423877737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/9036352459423877737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2011/11/ahh-finally-place-where-i-can-scream.html' title=''/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-2310912840044598694</id><published>2011-10-31T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:22:37.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgod. this blog..&lt;br /&gt;probably gonna use it now.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-2310912840044598694?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-1906627526589197312</id><published>2009-09-24T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:47:37.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr</title><content type='html'>www.isabwellah.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get@me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-1906627526589197312?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1906627526589197312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=1906627526589197312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1906627526589197312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1906627526589197312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2009/09/tumblr.html' title='tumblr'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-322317897220074264</id><published>2008-12-21T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:49:03.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>behind.</title><content type='html'>everything is lovely when i'm with you. yet you do things i disapprove of. and i shouldn't be the one to say no. yes it upsets me, but i don't want me to end what is a part of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it was summer weather, already. &lt;br /&gt;usually i'd wait till feb. to say that a million times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-322317897220074264?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/322317897220074264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=322317897220074264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/322317897220074264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/322317897220074264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/behind.html' title='behind.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-2955860383041886049</id><published>2008-12-14T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:48:00.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>type away</title><content type='html'>I want to tell the whole world without there being a problem, but I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SUXRoP0-zII/AAAAAAAAAIE/NWc_iSSJQiw/s1600-h/caps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SUXRoP0-zII/AAAAAAAAAIE/NWc_iSSJQiw/s400/caps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279856627535498370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A keyboard is used to put letters into words. To type up a blog like this and just let things out. &lt;br /&gt;I want to type about you  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can try typing backwards.. nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is the keyboard and here are my fingers typing away. &lt;br /&gt;Away from what i want to type that is. &lt;br /&gt;I'm pressing all the wrong letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SUXSGqjjCSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/G09sFXcF7Vo/s1600-h/DSCN7944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SUXSGqjjCSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/G09sFXcF7Vo/s400/DSCN7944.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279857150106208546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can see you and tell you everything that you've missed. Hopefully this break and so we can catch up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-2955860383041886049?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2955860383041886049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=2955860383041886049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2955860383041886049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2955860383041886049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/type-away.html' title='type away'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SUXRoP0-zII/AAAAAAAAAIE/NWc_iSSJQiw/s72-c/caps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-456645052609539131</id><published>2008-12-14T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:53:31.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm addicted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SUXDCxlvz5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/2IhKMxDlGbU/s1600-h/DSCN7929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SUXDCxlvz5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/2IhKMxDlGbU/s400/DSCN7929.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279840590600589202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my days are gloomy and the weather is just crap I can depend on my Chapstick to make me happy. Everywhere I go I have it with me. Who would've thought I would love this Cherry Chapstick so much? I use to dislike it and think it was nothing important. But now it's all I want&amp;need. My lips are happier than ever. &lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow morning I will wake up and apply it on just to start off my day right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-456645052609539131?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/456645052609539131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=456645052609539131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/456645052609539131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/456645052609539131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-addicted.html' title='i&apos;m addicted.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SUXDCxlvz5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/2IhKMxDlGbU/s72-c/DSCN7929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-491498541629538031</id><published>2008-11-23T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:30:29.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>agenda</title><content type='html'>iPhone post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are hectic and my agenda is being attacked by ink. &lt;br /&gt;I turned the page for this week and found a note. &lt;br /&gt;It made me feel better after posting up my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't make things complicated.&lt;br /&gt; Stopisabellastop.&lt;br /&gt;I need to find my own piece of mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-491498541629538031?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/491498541629538031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=491498541629538031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/491498541629538031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/491498541629538031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/11/agenda.html' title='agenda'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-4306633239460456907</id><published>2008-11-23T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:50:35.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretending</title><content type='html'>Don't think I haven't noticed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i being pushed away? or are my actions making it seem that im pushing you away? &lt;br /&gt;i am ignoring the fact that things aren't what they use to be. because i don't wanna lose anything. &lt;br /&gt;i don't treat everybody the same. especially when i see them in a respective way and can not be touched. so i get bothered by the fact that i didn't see you that way. but like i said, i need to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;learn2ignore&lt;/span&gt;. and now that i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; how to, it doesn't seem right. however, what can i do or say? i am typing what i shouldn't be typing. but it is making me sad that soon someone will leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is never a time when i am not excitedorhappy whenever you are around. or whenever your picture pops up on my cellular device. sometimes i can't show that though. because i see you  differently.  and now i need to stop and see you what I call you, just to be safe.  I'm getting use to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just put &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; in a box and hide it under my bed. so at night i can only look at it and keep remembering how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just teach me and i will learn two major things,&lt;br /&gt;your excellent ways and a way to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that night when you were not there i was observing how it was&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still need to talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-4306633239460456907?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4306633239460456907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=4306633239460456907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4306633239460456907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4306633239460456907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/11/pretending.html' title='pretending'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-2939111925318211624</id><published>2008-11-16T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:46:08.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang.</title><content type='html'>a letter? nah, i doubt they would take it seriously. probably open it up, rip it up and throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;so i will just sit here and ignore the situation. hopefully things will get better and back to normal. i want to talk to them without worrying about getting into another argument. i sit in silence and won't open my mouth. my rubber bands help keep it shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's killing me softly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-2939111925318211624?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2939111925318211624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=2939111925318211624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2939111925318211624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2939111925318211624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/11/bang.html' title='bang.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-8426079444710633527</id><published>2008-11-06T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:57:54.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a gamble, Life is a lesson..</title><content type='html'>Within your life you might take that risk to fall in love and it all becomes a lesson to you. maybe love gives you a reason to live another day. and the longer you live, the longer the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fall in love so many times, but your first love will always be your first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/bells2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though love is a battlefield, we all want to find love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/loveisabattlefield.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;( '.' )&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Isabella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-8426079444710633527?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8426079444710633527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=8426079444710633527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8426079444710633527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8426079444710633527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-is-gamble-life-is-lesson.html' title='Love is a gamble, Life is a lesson..'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-4282799249510663296</id><published>2008-11-06T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:17:09.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freesh.</title><content type='html'>Special delivery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/WH08HL500-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/zipper.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/lace.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumm, thank you :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-4282799249510663296?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4282799249510663296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=4282799249510663296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4282799249510663296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4282799249510663296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/11/freesh.html' title='Freesh.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-7724005787537699420</id><published>2008-11-04T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:57:58.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie</title><content type='html'>I use to share My stories about what I've been through, but now I keep them. I use to tell the ones that I thought would still be around, but now I look around and I don't see the same faces. I regret sharing them. &lt;br /&gt;My stories are real. &amp; from now I will only share them with someone that deserves to know about my life, my pain, and happiness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is only one person out there that knows ME and I'm happy that she is still around, no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-7724005787537699420?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/7724005787537699420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=7724005787537699420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7724005787537699420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7724005787537699420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/11/quickie.html' title='quickie'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-73329162485798965</id><published>2008-11-03T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:27:31.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fault, my</title><content type='html'>One, is all I have. I picked up the phone and one voice is all I heard. One asking me "How are you?". One being there when I opened the door. and one saying goodnight with a show of care. Only one to say "Iloveyou." and really mean it. There is only one for now, but there was two. &amp; all I will do is just wait. because I am tired of arguing with you. we both are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. One, is all I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-73329162485798965?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/73329162485798965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=73329162485798965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/73329162485798965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/73329162485798965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/11/fault-my.html' title='fault, my'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-6434303340216477720</id><published>2008-11-02T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:47:53.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>learn2ignore</title><content type='html'>That person is everywhere to me.. &lt;br /&gt;I need to learn so many things. How to get use to that person and not notice the less obvious. and how to just let it pass. If I did then maybe things wouldn't be like this, for me. why am I the only one like this?.. well I hope I am, at times I do. I just need to learn to get use to this and everything will just fit in place. and then i can just ignore what I've been noticing because maybe what i notice is nothing that needs to be noticed. or maybe what i see is what i want to see. damn, whaaaaaat am i saying. i blog about something and end up not making sense. well its my way of making this blog a little secretive. if you can understand it, get at me. I'd like to see what you think I am portraying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, feeling much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-6434303340216477720?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6434303340216477720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=6434303340216477720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/6434303340216477720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/6434303340216477720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/11/learn2ignore.html' title='learn2ignore'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-2986153095199416664</id><published>2008-10-28T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:00:46.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slice me up</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I knew there was something wrong once I came into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my agenda.. &amp; I think I left it in the girl's locker room, which is the worst place to leave it. Not only do I not remember my homework, I can not organize my day! I need to get a new one then. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the weather earlier today was crazy and freaking me out. I liked how the snow looked, but not how it felt. All cold and wet. Made me sad that winter is coming. Soon when I wake up it will still be dark and the day would be shorter. &lt;br /&gt;Winter makes me search for the sun. I remember walking home in the cold and I showed no smile, no hope and no faith. I would just imagine about another world out there or if I was to be somewhere else, doing something great. Besides walking home in the snow alone. &lt;br /&gt;There are times when I also think about those love stories in the winter. Where it takes place on a frozen pond, ice skating or snuggling up in blankets and keeping eachother warm. But what I actually do like about winter is that you can see your breathe and hear the crunch of snow after every step under your shoes. Also, snowboarding and ice skating is always fun. I never fell when I went ice skating and hope to keep it that way for a long time. and I make a nice snowman! &lt;br /&gt;I made one last year in front of my house and it's face was facing the street. Later when I looked outside the window to check on it, the snowman's face was facing my house, right in front of the window. So I was a bit scared, but it was funny to find out my neighbor did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/photo-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 520px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/photo-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice me up and what will you see? &lt;br /&gt;Will it matter to you what I have inside of me? &lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to see who I am for real? &lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want my secrets to be revealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-2986153095199416664?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2986153095199416664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=2986153095199416664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2986153095199416664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2986153095199416664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/10/slice-me-up.html' title='slice me up'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-1096243453826179044</id><published>2008-10-24T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:03:43.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting..</title><content type='html'>Finally, Friday is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just chillin &amp; waiting for the right time to start homework, which is now. but I just ate so I like to digest in peace. I took the late bus home today after dance practice. Its been a while since I've done that too. I'm glad today is the last football game we performing and then basketball season is going to start. Looking forward to see the old captains again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School wasn't that great. I just wanted to go home! The only classes that I had a good laugh in was English, French and Gym. What made my day worst was knowing that I had to stay afterschoo. Practice pissed me off so much that I had to yell at people, for the first time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;English is actually getting interesting for me. Since the teacher is getting a bit lose and not an 'anus'. I think its because of my shocking pen[: Hilariousssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold so I'll stop right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-1096243453826179044?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1096243453826179044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=1096243453826179044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1096243453826179044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1096243453826179044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting.html' title='waiting..'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-1915445942824371504</id><published>2008-10-22T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:02:41.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>timeandtimeagain</title><content type='html'>Dwelling on our 'friendship' is really stupid, don't you think? I see you around, but I know you don't see me. &amp; I'm sorry for my mistakes and I hope you are sorry too. I wonder how you've been and what is new in your life. But I'm scared to ask. One day I'll say Hello. and maybe that will resolve everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SP_kkE2WsNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1EvT25gNYbQ/s1600-h/photo-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SP_kkE2WsNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1EvT25gNYbQ/s400/photo-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174198220173522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done with Obama debating research thing. I'm worried about this week because of tomorrow's pep rally event, Friday's football game and rough draft for English. English3Honors is the only class I'm slacking in right now. I believe it's because the class starts at 7:20am, too early for me to think. and my lack of participation. At least I'm getting extra credit for my school spirit!&lt;br /&gt;Deng pep rally tomorrow. It is sad how our school hardly attends to pep rallies. Even though I don't mind if they don't attend this year because how disappointing PHS dance team is now. ughuguhughugh, uggs. ew kangaroo shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sleepy right now and tired, but as soon as I brush my teeth and wash my face I'll be awake. Which I don't like because I want the sleepiness to stay so I can dream right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to charge my camera and use it, but I haven't yet. so for now, mobile pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SP_kkEYNvyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jAvYp4RrLRg/s1600-h/photo-22.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/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SP_kkEYNvyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jAvYp4RrLRg/s400/photo-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174198093758242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-1915445942824371504?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1915445942824371504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=1915445942824371504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1915445942824371504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1915445942824371504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/10/timeandtimeagain.html' title='timeandtimeagain'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SP_kkE2WsNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1EvT25gNYbQ/s72-c/photo-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-1192930595789800737</id><published>2008-10-20T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:44:24.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays.</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to sleep around 12am. Why? I don't know. I was on my phone the whole time on Facebook. Until I fell asleep and woke up not remembering my dream. I had the same morning. Did not know what to wear, about to be late for the bus and coldness. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wear a shirt that said I HATE MONDAYS with Garfield on it. but it was to clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I walked to Chemistry then ran out of class leaving my stuff there to catch up to someone. I said 'oh I'm just running to my locker to get something' then they followed.. and I'm thinking to myself OHMAN, my locker is empty. So we went to my locker and I pretended to not remember my combo and then the late bell rang. We said our goodbyes and I ran to class. silly rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first painful experience with braces so far;&lt;br /&gt;During gym we played with a Frisbee and then I was behind this black girl. She throws her arm back with the Frisbee and hits me straight in my mouth. ouch. Hit my top brackets and I was tearing a little. I touched my mouth and found a little piece of pink plastic from the Frisbee, lol. Ohwells I sucked it up and kept playing. &lt;br /&gt;After gym I met up with lexi and told her how my teeth hurt and she asked 'why?' I told her 'I got hit by a Frisbee' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways nice spending time with my buddies. It's been a while. Can't wait for the break, reunion at bella's :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/photo-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src=" http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/photo-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Mondays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-1192930595789800737?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1192930595789800737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=1192930595789800737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1192930595789800737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1192930595789800737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/10/mondays.html' title='Mondays.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-474874119264238717</id><published>2008-10-19T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:40:12.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale</title><content type='html'>It's sad to see what happened. Never thought it would be this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;Hello niggas! I'm trying to make this come alive again because it has been a while since I blogged. &lt;br /&gt;Junior year is making me nervous. The work, college, friends, activities and drama. Funk the drama, lets make peace. &lt;br /&gt;Congrats for lexi[: making captain and I am glad I got co-captain. Honestly, dance team sucks now. Hopefully basketball season will be better and more of a TEAM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole Foods supermarket is impressive. When I do my own grocery shopping I'll go there, if I lived alone and had the dough to be able to afford those organic and healthy stuff. Then again there are the wet markets I can go to.. But yeah whole foods was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouija boards. I always wanted to try it, but after hearing stories about them from my mom and aunt I am scared. I found one today by Princeton in this store. Funny how it was glow in the dark. My mom did not want me to buy it.. which is fine with me cause imagine what could happened?!?!?!? I just took a picture of it and left the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading Twilight, which is coming out soon to theaters! &amp; the main character is Isabella and one of the character is Mike. which interest me and how her highschool schedule is like mine.. so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeaah, P.A.L.M productions made a cover to Can't Believe it. I think it is pretty good. So we'll have that up for views and good/bad comments.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mike &amp; I got nominated for homecoming. crazay. so vote or die, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/happy-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo cam I know you've been dying for these pics, but I'll have them on facebook soon. Hit me up some times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/happy2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-474874119264238717?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/474874119264238717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=474874119264238717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/474874119264238717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/474874119264238717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/10/finale.html' title='Finale'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-4839142445776531289</id><published>2008-10-04T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:30:35.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad, sad and stupid.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just want to run away from all the troubles. but I can't. It is always something I have to deal with, over and over again. and when I try to explain myself it never works. I do my best at one thing and they dont seem to care. Why am I the one left behind? Maybe I am insecure. When it comes to that one, i get nervous. As if i am not good enough for you. So i compare myself so that i can fit in or feel right. But then why? Why should i try to be like someone else. Maybe if I was someone else I would get that support. It seems as if it is always me that is wrong. me me me me me.. So I ask myself, what can I do right? Some days I can just push it all aside, but right now I can't. I want to do something, but I don't think it is possible anymore. I feel like my decisions are not stable. or as if i am not important. or that i am weak. yes i am weak. and how do i become strong? do i need to go through all this pain to become mighty? what can i possibly do. those drops fall down, but it is stupid to even bother.  I don't even want to respond back. because whatever I say you don't seem to get me. its always you that blames it on me. trying to make me look bad, damn. you ain't this, you ain't that. but I'm this and i am that. you probably think this is about you. maybe it is, or not. maybe you want it to be about you. don't make this blog disturb you or make you think because this shit is random. because this is how I feel at the moment. and because this is the only way I can express myself about everything going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-4839142445776531289?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4839142445776531289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=4839142445776531289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4839142445776531289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4839142445776531289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/10/erase-me.html' title='Mad, sad and stupid.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-9114148578680811567</id><published>2008-08-11T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:20:04.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>typical</title><content type='html'>So much can happen in one hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it started when I said I quit. You weren't the first person I told that I wasn't going to play that sport anymore. When I told my best friend that I wasn't going to play anymore she was upset but she understood why. I told mr. molerat and he did not care. &amp; I told one of the girls on the team and she was pretty surprised. But your reaction won the prize! So I finally told you, the person that I thought I was close too and would be open minded, and you just hanged up on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the second problem. Two dancers, can not dance. Damn I really depended on you. After knowing I had so much guys I had to kick one out and you were left to stay. I even talked to you if you would be devoted to this. Now my party in a few weeks and practices are really important. &lt;br /&gt;Then there was a comment on how the other guy isn't a good dancer. Which crushed me because it was pretty true. However, I can't replace him. So the other guy left because of so many complications. Good thing I found someone who is down. Hopefully he meant his word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-9114148578680811567?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/9114148578680811567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=9114148578680811567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/9114148578680811567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/9114148578680811567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/08/typical.html' title='typical'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-1323929968240032184</id><published>2008-08-01T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T05:22:31.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-1323929968240032184?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1323929968240032184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1323929968240032184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-awake.html' title='still awake'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-8894363192493505162</id><published>2008-07-31T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:35:41.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A</title><content type='html'>Man, I've been missing in action. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging, fixing myspace, youtube and chillin with some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is a tight schedule for me. But I'm sooooupppeed for this weekend. Finally a sleepover after how many months with the peeps in jerseycity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I tried something weird. However, it works[: I use to brush my teeth with an electric toothbrush that runs on battery. Then it broke, so my mom bought me a new one. With the new one I wanted to try something new. Sooooo, after brushing my teeth with a MANUAL toothbrush I washed my face and put on a cleanser for my face. Turn on my electric toothbrush and rubbed it on my face. At first it hurted cause my cleanser has little balls and the toothbrush was new. But it was okay, after a few more uses it will not hurt as much. My mom doesn't know yet. I hope she wont get mad. She might just laugh ha. After that I dried my face and it really felt soft and clean!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up later this morning and my face is so clearer than yesterday. You can really see the difference[: Props to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V61IJIE7sH4"&gt;Michelle Phan!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally someone got a new phone &amp; texting! New Indian guy in the loop. They call him Tejinder, aaaaaa ha!&lt;br /&gt;I never thought texting would be so useful, until people started texting me and I would get in trouble for the huge bill. But it's all good now. I'm glad my favorite peeps got texting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get a free day to pass out this invites yo. Probably Friday, ugh. I'm stressed out lately but then I can relax at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooo, the molerat is gone for a road trip and I'm pretty sad but I'll see him again after 10 days ish. Safe trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say it's love, but you made me very happy :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/Photo3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/Photo3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camzilla you still my numba one boo!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I can say it is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/2u6mhjs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/2u6mhjs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIOSSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-8894363192493505162?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8894363192493505162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=8894363192493505162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8894363192493505162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8894363192493505162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/07/mia.html' title='M.I.A'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-2760829018726643496</id><published>2008-06-27T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:58:58.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>I been having dreams lately and remembering them, but I got a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up thinking that my dreams are what really happened the day before. &lt;br /&gt;I can't tell if what I remembered was part of a dream or reality. &lt;br /&gt;Deeenngg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 7am today because camille called me. I picked up and never went back to sleep because my tummy was talking to me. I feel tired but I doubt I'll fall asleep again. Today i'm going to clean the house and get ready to go to jerseycity. Hit up the fellah and get the exchange. Then probably get a cut and tell my brother to face his fears and get a cut too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhh what today brings[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-2760829018726643496?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2760829018726643496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=2760829018726643496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2760829018726643496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2760829018726643496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-8813709557398940209</id><published>2008-06-25T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:03:28.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh..</title><content type='html'>Before I go to sleep tonight I'm going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Like you said, I should speak out more.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am tonight.&lt;br /&gt;When I come into your room and say my Goodnights, I will say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh I just wanted to say ..'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-8813709557398940209?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8813709557398940209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=8813709557398940209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8813709557398940209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8813709557398940209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/06/ugh.html' title='ugh..'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-4782652985727533241</id><published>2008-06-23T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:20:15.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they keep saying ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My mom keeps saying&lt;/span&gt; that I've gotten skinny. The next day she keeps saying I've gotten skinner. I really don't see no difference. Well, kinda. I haven't been eating a lot since I've gotten my spacers and expander. Whenever I eat at home I brush my teeth afterwards. It is not my fault that whenever I chew it hurts. I'm not going anorexic here &amp; that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My dad keeps saying&lt;/span&gt; that I think like a black person. The fact that when I went to the pool, my friend jumped in and the lifeguard yelled at him. But when a fat kid jumped in the pool the lifeguard didn't even say anything. I guess they are friends or something. Well yeah, my dad said that 'you notice the littlest things that don't even matter. If you keep thinking that way you won't be able to do things because you'll worry what other person will say.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my parents keep saying&lt;/span&gt; that I don't speak out. or I don't say how I feel. That no one can read my mind. So the only way people will know is if I open my mouth and tell all. Which is some what true. I hate it when they can be right sometimes. I do want to speak out and sometimes when I need to, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep saying and all I can do is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;keep breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-4782652985727533241?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4782652985727533241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=4782652985727533241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4782652985727533241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4782652985727533241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/06/they-keep-saying.html' title='they keep saying ..'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-674455022749008794</id><published>2008-06-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:42:09.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd sunday blog.</title><content type='html'>I think this will be the first time I'll ever post up a blog twice on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;So bored, Malcolm just called and we finding something to do today. I really wanted to go to the mall with my mother, but she does not feel like going. Ugh, I guess me looking for a new bathing suit just have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohman, I hope my parents decide to go to Hurricane Harbor next Sunday for powpow's 8th bday. So then I'll be in jerseycity Saturday then camizilla can come sleepover. Then the next day we go to Hurricane Harbor. What a nastaay plan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF6OQ6NidvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NQL2vIaI2yw/s1600-h/rice-crispy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF6OQ6NidvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NQL2vIaI2yw/s400/rice-crispy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214761839696705266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis made that rice crispy for me. It is mad cute &amp; tasted good. I remember she gave this to me on the last full day of school. That was all I had for lunch too since we had a food fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF6OQ4qTZDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WQIYM6DgYEo/s1600-h/candid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF6OQ4qTZDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WQIYM6DgYEo/s400/candid2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214761839280481330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 1;35pm. I am still home doing nothing. I just got done turning my expander and yo, I feel the pressure moving my jaw. Or is it teeth? I don't know &amp; I don't care because all I know is that I talk pretty weird. But it is not as bad as before. People say I talk like a deaf person.. no offense. &lt;br /&gt;By December I'll have these babies off. lmao, December is mad long from now. I guess that will be my Christmas present. &amp; in July I'll have my braces already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Happy Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-674455022749008794?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/674455022749008794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=674455022749008794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/674455022749008794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/674455022749008794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/06/2nd-sunday-blog.html' title='2nd sunday blog.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF6OQ6NidvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NQL2vIaI2yw/s72-c/rice-crispy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-785951300904333362</id><published>2008-06-22T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:40:57.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poooped out</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I ended up going to my aunt's business party after practice. &amp; I really did not want to go but my parents insist on going. So I brought Mike and saw Alex. We just swim from 7-9pm. It was my first time swimming since school ended. &amp; I'm still searching for a new bathing suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF5xmm_iliI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LMVsjDVEQ8Y/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF5xmm_iliI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LMVsjDVEQ8Y/s400/jump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214730326657635874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we got into a 'situation' I guess we can put it all in the past. Because we were mad close &amp; I don't want to lose a friend. But there were times where I still saw you as a little beezy natch you are. Especially when I went to say goodbye, deng giirl, please wipe your butt and change that diaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF5xmuONoxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OrC4Khufogs/s1600-h/candid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF5xmuONoxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OrC4Khufogs/s400/candid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214730328598225682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Alexis' practice was coo. Even though we did not go over what we was suppose to, it was fun with the line dance instructor. I just hope Alexis doesn't get stressed out because cotillions are mad hard to cope with especially when you are depending on these people to do it. Especially when they don't come to practice or the choreographer gets a hangover. Even for my sweet16, i'm not doing a whole court, but just doing the modern dancing is making me stress a little. But in the end it's gonna be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;supercalifragalisticespealajoesious&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF5xmnIQ-dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vKFxBWZgghM/s1600-h/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF5xmnIQ-dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vKFxBWZgghM/s400/dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214730326694230482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to jerseycity ASAP. Summer did not really start yet, so don't worry I'll be sleeping over soon camzilla my nigga! Then we can go to six flags hurricane harbor to the wave pool and pretend we drowning. or we will be drowning but laughing and drinking the dirty a** wataah. yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-785951300904333362?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/785951300904333362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=785951300904333362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/785951300904333362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/785951300904333362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/06/poooped-out.html' title='Poooped out'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SF5xmm_iliI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LMVsjDVEQ8Y/s72-c/jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-5055450606215369817</id><published>2008-06-20T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:09:39.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>milkmilk</title><content type='html'>They say good girls have a diary &amp; bad girls don't have time to have one.&lt;br /&gt;Well I can most definitely can say that I'm a good girl cause I have 3 diaries, but the most recently used one is my Keroppi[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFxupFn0zfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LXJdeF2nSyY/s1600-h/diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFxupFn0zfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LXJdeF2nSyY/s400/diary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214164120751099378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFxupVfnUAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a0AE7-o1Klo/s1600-h/diary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFxupVfnUAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a0AE7-o1Klo/s400/diary2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214164125011628034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFxupbpGUfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_MxmPhHUFFg/s1600-h/diary3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFxupbpGUfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_MxmPhHUFFg/s400/diary3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214164126662021618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah, I know it's dopppeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just left my house from practice. I can't believe I shed some tears just because of some guy. Deng, I am such a pussy. But I'm just worried that the people that I asked to do my sweet16 won't do it. &amp; just ditch me and leave me in the dust. After all the things I've done to help you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day for dancing because it's Alexis' cotillion practice. So much dancing this summer! But I don't mind. Then Sunday I might go to the FR3SH class before it ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm waiting for my mom to get done so we can watch Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.. laugh out loud. I never remember those other Harry Potter movies but hey, it doesn't matter. I just need to watch all of them because, it's a must. If you never watched the first one then, you are wack. Even though it's not that great, you should watch it, just to say that you've watched it lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a random blog by Isabella&lt;br /&gt;I need to make a new youtube video soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-5055450606215369817?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5055450606215369817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=5055450606215369817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/5055450606215369817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/5055450606215369817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/06/milkmilk.html' title='milkmilk'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFxupFn0zfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LXJdeF2nSyY/s72-c/diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-3494954850835811606</id><published>2008-06-19T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:31:45.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deathcabwithcuties</title><content type='html'>My friend Micah picked me up from my house and I just got home 30 mins ago. So we almost got into an accident 3 times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First; The light turned yellow and he kept going pretty fast then stopped because he was hesitating to pass it. So he stops in the middle of the intersection. Mad cars started honking and yadayada. He tried backing up a little but there was a car behind us. I thought we was gonna get run over or something since there was a big truck passing through the intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second; We were looking for the exit to the mall and we didn't know it was on the left side. so we was all the way on the 4th right lane, when the exit is 3 lanes away. so Micah cut everyone off and went through those lines where you aren't suppose to drive on and finally  made it to the exit. It was crazy, I was screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third; Finally reached the mall, but still looking for parking. So he stops and almost hits this car. The car stops right in front of us and doesn't move. I was so scared that the person was gonna get out of the car and beat us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got into parking and Micah parked soo crookeed. My experience with this driver was scary yet funny. I laughed so much because as these accidents were happening he was just bopping his head to Daft Punk CD, all calm. He drove me home later on. It's great how he didn't get into any accidents this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice 'almost about to die' Thursday[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-3494954850835811606?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3494954850835811606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=3494954850835811606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/3494954850835811606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/3494954850835811606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/06/deathcabwithcuties.html' title='deathcabwithcuties'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-4480073200180266662</id><published>2008-06-19T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:56:57.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over?</title><content type='html'>School is officially done. Vaamooos, Astla ByeBye, Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that whole water balloon fight yesterday [I made 100 balloons, ouch my fingers] we just hopped into Malcolm's car and went to his house real quick. Then to Tj's &amp; manohman do I love his house. Wait, let me rephrase that. Manohman, do I love his Mansion. If only HE was a SHE and I would sleepover all the time. Maybe one of these days I'm gonna run/walk over there. Only 2 miles away[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFrSUZa4ChI/AAAAAAAAADc/WNu61dZFlCU/s1600-h/waterballoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFrSUZa4ChI/AAAAAAAAADc/WNu61dZFlCU/s400/waterballoons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213710766497597970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFrSURbyNBI/AAAAAAAAADk/UnI5Qa60vX4/s1600-h/monsterbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFrSURbyNBI/AAAAAAAAADk/UnI5Qa60vX4/s400/monsterbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213710764353926162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFrSUkeN6KI/AAAAAAAAADs/9ZHYJuqqUvc/s1600-h/monsterbaby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFrSUkeN6KI/AAAAAAAAADs/9ZHYJuqqUvc/s400/monsterbaby2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213710769464404130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFrSUkagZLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wtWhX-fwmbs/s1600-h/monsterbaby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFrSUkagZLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wtWhX-fwmbs/s400/monsterbaby3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213710769448838322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotillion practices has been starting already for my sweet16 &amp; Alexis. We are going to be dancing this whole summer. With so much dancing maybe we'll have a crew[: haha hopefully. This summer in pway is much better than last summer. I can feel it. Cause last summer I just moved here and I had nothing to do besides getting dark at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mall time. I'll be back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-4480073200180266662?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4480073200180266662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=4480073200180266662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4480073200180266662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4480073200180266662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/06/over.html' title='over?'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SFrSUZa4ChI/AAAAAAAAADc/WNu61dZFlCU/s72-c/waterballoons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-2369071810596494747</id><published>2008-05-24T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:49:23.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puffpuffpass!</title><content type='html'>No I don't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial weekend has started and today is the second day of it. Party hard and smoke that weed is what everyone is doing. Tonight there is a party, that was originally going to be yesterday but they changed it. I was going to attend and look fly but naaahh, since they changed it to today I can't go. Jerseycity awaits me. I just  hope I don't miss any action yo, I really wanted to go. Ohwell, things happen for a reason right? say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we've been working on my sweet sixteen. It's making me so nervous. The fact that it's on a Sunday and no one goes, if  everyone are going to receive my invite during the summer, my dress, my program and all this shizzles! But in the end it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I finally watched I AM LEGEND yesterday night with some peeps. That whole cancer curing thing, It makes me think that maybe cancer was meant to be uncured. &amp; Thinking about the future of Earth&amp;human life scares me..&lt;br /&gt;Oh and since i'm sometimes in your blogs I'll give a SHOUT OUT TO MY INDIAN NIG, TJ JANGI. You the bomb, stay indian! &amp; I told you my mom loves your cultural food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people on Myspace trying to be my friend. &amp; for the ones I denied already there is something I must say. &lt;b&gt;I don't accept people I don't know of&amp;are creeps.&lt;/b&gt; Haven't you heard these rape stories, suicide and stuff just because of Myspace? One click of that accept button can lead me  to death. I'm just trying to be safe here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SDiBg8LQAoI/AAAAAAAAADE/4NKUOlfmXvM/s1600-h/wudduphs!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SDiBg8LQAoI/AAAAAAAAADE/4NKUOlfmXvM/s400/wudduphs!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204051772335719042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramadramadrama, creepy people, global warming, and all this other chaotic events going on in our world/life.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just chill and make silly faces. Don't worry about the things you got to do. If you got a TO DO LIST up to 100 things just take one step at a time. Relax your mind and be coo. &amp; to be coo, is to not care about the poop surrounding us. Smile, even during the hard times. it's healthy. Grab a bunch of friends and laugh out loud, laugh your ass off and roll on the floor laughing. Or better yet, make me a youtube video :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SDiBhMLQApI/AAAAAAAAADM/arFxVzZWa6Q/s1600-h/DSC03209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SDiBhMLQApI/AAAAAAAAADM/arFxVzZWa6Q/s400/DSC03209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204051776630686354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SDiBxMLQAqI/AAAAAAAAADU/zzotzzfdcqw/s1600-h/DSC03206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SDiBxMLQAqI/AAAAAAAAADU/zzotzzfdcqw/s400/DSC03206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204052051508593314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-2369071810596494747?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2369071810596494747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=2369071810596494747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2369071810596494747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2369071810596494747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/05/puffpuffpass.html' title='puffpuffpass!'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SDiBg8LQAoI/AAAAAAAAADE/4NKUOlfmXvM/s72-c/wudduphs!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-2369048958267933868</id><published>2008-05-08T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T06:54:54.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF.</title><content type='html'>Who the hell is black mailing me? Texting people saying 'It's Isabella' on someone elses cell phone?! Well it ain't me, I wouldn't text someone on another persons cell phone. I didn't change my cell number or whatever. So don't believe that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking&amp;then I see Mike and he says "Is it you?" and I was like "Is it me, what?" He then asked me if I was texting him during class. HELL NO! I wasn't texting anybody. &amp; then asked me was it my friend? Well it's no one I know. So then I saw some of the conversation and that person said "Hey it's Isabella" and started a conversation saying "I'm on Gisella's phone and saw your number so just texting you." ..... who the hell are you? First off, I wouldn't be able to use Gisella's cell phone since she is a Senior and I hardly see her. &amp; i doubt she has mike's number on her phonebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on afterschoo I found out that Gisella's phone was stolen on monday. someone is using my name. Funny how a Senior and Sophomores connect to this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to find out more about this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I just got Punk'd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-2369048958267933868?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2369048958267933868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=2369048958267933868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2369048958267933868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2369048958267933868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/05/wtf.html' title='WTF.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-4620818945946565972</id><published>2008-04-26T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:45:28.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impossible</title><content type='html'>Spring is here and all I hear is sneezes.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I don't have that kind of allergies, just itchy dry eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SBOCs48wXrI/AAAAAAAAACU/Fit1HoZNk5I/s1600-h/frown2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SBOCs48wXrI/AAAAAAAAACU/Fit1HoZNk5I/s320/frown2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193638503001382578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school has been okay. I just received my report card and I thought I was gonna get a C but I didn't! I'm happy :B &lt;br /&gt;I wish I got more sleep now a days but I haven't since this foo keeps calling me at night. I don't know if I should say yes to a question that I think he might ask very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SBOCtI8wXsI/AAAAAAAAACc/UxLnWHPfw90/s1600-h/mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SBOCtI8wXsI/AAAAAAAAACc/UxLnWHPfw90/s320/mouth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193638507296349890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how they say 'when you love something &amp; let it go, if it comes back to you then it's meant to be' Shooot. when you came back is that sign? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna be in any type of relationship right now. But what do I say to this kid? ... I'm scared a bit. If I say 'no, I'm not ready' will everyone hate me?! I bet they would. I like him &amp; all. I just hope I don't do something regretful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SBOCtI8wXtI/AAAAAAAAACk/K_3NHP05ddA/s1600-h/pinkberry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SBOCtI8wXtI/AAAAAAAAACk/K_3NHP05ddA/s320/pinkberry1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193638507296349906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SBOCtY8wXuI/AAAAAAAAACs/y_pTVnOiiUU/s1600-h/pinkberry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SBOCtY8wXuI/AAAAAAAAACs/y_pTVnOiiUU/s320/pinkberry2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193638511591317218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkberry is good[: I wish I can go back soon, but too bad I'm broke as heeeccck. &lt;br /&gt;I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss jerseycity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-4620818945946565972?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4620818945946565972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=4620818945946565972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4620818945946565972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/4620818945946565972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/04/impossible.html' title='impossible'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SBOCs48wXrI/AAAAAAAAACU/Fit1HoZNk5I/s72-c/frown2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-681141757474407364</id><published>2008-04-12T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:15:16.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello sunshine</title><content type='html'>My Friday was bomb. I chilled mostly with peeps of all kinds of color, hardyharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my gym days are over. Which sucks because I love changing during the day into comfy sweats and my hoodie. Ohwells, i'll have to wait till Junior year since i will be takiing Health now. But the last day of gym was coo, just took pics and waited the period to be over. I can't believe I left my gym clothes in my Bio class though, by Monday I have a feeling they gonna be placed in that clammy box called 'LOST&amp;FOUND'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaays, afterschoo I walked home and had a lil chitchat with Janelle &amp; Aury. Then I got a call from Morrison, sayin they coming over. So we all chill for a bit then Alexis comes over and chilled with us for the first time[: Then we just started taking craaazay pics &amp; videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-HONIsI/AAAAAAAAABs/SpnZo3oB-m0/s1600-h/DSC02993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-HONIsI/AAAAAAAAABs/SpnZo3oB-m0/s400/DSC02993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188557955658490562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-XONItI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8BiOLIGCt5Y/s1600-h/DSC02997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-XONItI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8BiOLIGCt5Y/s400/DSC02997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188557959953457874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-XONIuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4hb7TmumxHs/s1600-h/DSC02999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-XONIuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4hb7TmumxHs/s400/DSC02999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188557959953457890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards the guys bounce and Alexis &amp; I got ready for the movies. We meet up with Jackie, Jerald, Neil, Mike and saw J-red! pushing carts at Target. We watched prom night and it didn't really impress me. I was expecting a lot more .. well maybe not since it's a white horror movie. haha Japanese films are more interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-nONIwI/AAAAAAAAACM/6IhftEQALpY/s1600-h/DSC03020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-nONIwI/AAAAAAAAACM/6IhftEQALpY/s400/DSC03020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188557964248425218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-XONIvI/AAAAAAAAACE/xq2iorhB63M/s1600-h/DSC03021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-XONIvI/AAAAAAAAACE/xq2iorhB63M/s400/DSC03021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188557959953457906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted most of the pics/vids on my facebook &amp; one video on my myspace, mhhm.&lt;br /&gt;So sun is here, I hear the birds chirping in my ear and It's a great feeling. I can't wait to shop for spring with camzilladizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got unlimited texting now so give me your number or you can have mine and text me all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-681141757474407364?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/681141757474407364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=681141757474407364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/681141757474407364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/681141757474407364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-sunshine.html' title='hello sunshine'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SAF1-HONIsI/AAAAAAAAABs/SpnZo3oB-m0/s72-c/DSC02993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-5178590771979461585</id><published>2008-03-17T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:25:33.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey</title><content type='html'>On friday, things didn't turn out as planned.&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to go to Jerseycity, sleepover, then on saturday NYC. But not, instead I got a new phone[: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my phone &amp; new charm, thanks for hookin me up cambools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98Y4nBcyUI/AAAAAAAAABc/gLAUmr2WwKU/s1600-h/DSC02761+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98Y4nBcyUI/AAAAAAAAABc/gLAUmr2WwKU/s400/DSC02761+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178885457326164290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98Y5HBcyVI/AAAAAAAAABk/gwJY61kfafw/s1600-h/DSC02762+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98Y5HBcyVI/AAAAAAAAABk/gwJY61kfafw/s400/DSC02762+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178885465916098898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I ended up going to jerseycity on saturday, chilled with reggie, cam, mayden, carlo, &amp; other pineapples. Watched the Japanese version of The Shutter, mad scaraaay. I'm still thinking about that movie whenever I do something related to it. I got home at 2:something AM and went to sleep at 3:00am. Then on sunday I woke up at 1:30pm, and that night I didn't go to sleep till 2:30am. I just stayed up, thinking, playing with my phone and whutevaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pimple on my face and I am so self concious more than evvaaaaaa! This whole day I was covering my face whenever I talked to someone. Or I would say " Stop talkin to me I have a pimple. " But it's all good, atleast I got nobody to look cute for but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually a nice weather around 2:00pm. However, school was boring!!!!!!! There was a moment when I felt like a dumb blonde, no offense, where I said " Man I was about to ask myself why is everyone wearing green. " I was even wearing green. Oh and that boy's smile made my day[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some weird reason I wanted to draw on my wall. I wrote on my wall before saying Bella &amp; today after I did my homework I just sat down, took my markers, and drew whatever. It's pretty nice, my mom came in and said " what are you, a kid? " since I was drawing on the wall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98X1nBcyRI/AAAAAAAAABE/M3b5i1rmGIQ/s1600-h/DSC02739+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98X1nBcyRI/AAAAAAAAABE/M3b5i1rmGIQ/s400/DSC02739+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178884306274928914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98X1nBcySI/AAAAAAAAABM/Hj_IcQ1ty0Y/s1600-h/DSC02740+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98X1nBcySI/AAAAAAAAABM/Hj_IcQ1ty0Y/s400/DSC02740+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178884306274928930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98X1XBcyQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/om8uFliFaBo/s1600-h/DSC02738+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98X1XBcyQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/om8uFliFaBo/s400/DSC02738+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178884301979961602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98Y4HBcyTI/AAAAAAAAABU/5oULWpwk1WU/s1600-h/DSC02750+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98Y4HBcyTI/AAAAAAAAABU/5oULWpwk1WU/s400/DSC02750+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178885448736229682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is almost here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-5178590771979461585?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5178590771979461585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=5178590771979461585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/5178590771979461585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/5178590771979461585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/03/honey.html' title='Honey'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R98Y4nBcyUI/AAAAAAAAABc/gLAUmr2WwKU/s72-c/DSC02761+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-7280070898276927409</id><published>2008-03-13T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:37:55.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmhm</title><content type='html'>Finally, friday is tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sleepover and trip to nyc[:&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah today was not really a good one. I was tired the whole day. Basically this whole week I've been tired. I need to start sleeping or something yo. But I doubt thats gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;Lets sleep early cambools! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/drown.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my day is not good I look forward to my shows. America's Best Dance Crew is on tonight. GO JABA AND KABA! So yeah since today was a bummer, this show will cheer me up. &amp; hopefully fall asleep tout de suite [right away].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I can only eat sweets on tuesdays and fridays haha. I feel better not eating junk food a lot because I was really addicted to cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R9nWHXBcyPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2fYv6OBRti4/s1600-h/magazine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R9nWHXBcyPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2fYv6OBRti4/s400/magazine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177404668566620402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of reading Drama books, scary novels and all that junk. I need to get some action stories! and i'm still waitin for some magazines in the mail yo, takin tooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so I said that i'll blog something bout cute doggies, well I saw this commercial &amp; I went "AWWWWW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KycsEH6i84&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KycsEH6i84&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="390" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;( '.' )&gt; &lt;( '.'&lt;) &lt;( '.' )&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece, funkaay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-7280070898276927409?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/7280070898276927409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=7280070898276927409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7280070898276927409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7280070898276927409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/03/mmmhm.html' title='mmmhm'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R9nWHXBcyPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2fYv6OBRti4/s72-c/magazine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-2970642791646408297</id><published>2008-03-09T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:43:28.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start over.</title><content type='html'>So they say Spring is here, but it's still cold niggas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i've been feeling so useless and unhappy. I feel as if something is missing, and to tell you the truth I'm missing you. What happened to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'll be in jerseycity this saturday so it's all good. Having a kickback day with my cambools. I love going there cause it's like happiness. Whenever I feel blue, I can just go there and build up my joy bottle again. MHHMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R9SdyHBcyNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6WRkgGT4EJM/s1600-h/DSC02582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R9SdyHBcyNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6WRkgGT4EJM/s320/DSC02582.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175935355959691474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i've been thinking about him and his lips. How we chilled and stuff.. shoot, memories. Whenever I think some other guy is cute I end up thinking of you. So I guess I still got some feelings, why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile, his face, his hugs, his lips, &lt;br /&gt;himself is just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;March 10th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think about how I feel it's confusing. I am so disarranged right now. because what I want, I can't have. &lt;br /&gt;I want to just push all these feelings I have for you away and put then in a box. then wrap it up like a present and give it to someone else who wants it.&lt;br /&gt;Cambools is right, we should stop talkin bout boys and blahblah. Basically wasting my time. I am wasting 10 mins of my life just typing this down. Unproductive yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next blog will probably be about, cute doggies[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-2970642791646408297?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2970642791646408297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=2970642791646408297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2970642791646408297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2970642791646408297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/03/start-over.html' title='start over.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R9SdyHBcyNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6WRkgGT4EJM/s72-c/DSC02582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-8039963559312941161</id><published>2008-02-19T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:57:27.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalaa</title><content type='html'>My day started off with Lilo &amp; Stitch and hot chocolate in a HugMug cup[: &lt;br /&gt;It's called a HugMug cause you basically put both of your hands around the cup like you are holding a little monkey or something and 'hugging' the cup with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/hugmug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/hugmug.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some square plates yo, they mad cutee. &amp; I really want to decorate my room with some color, but I have no time for that. Maybe spring break if I'm still around the house cause I know i'll have things planned for ADVENTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I hope to have a guy play the guitar, sit infront of my pourch, and play Passion-Desperately. That will be the day I will fall in-love, laughoutloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you already jerseycity! It was nice chillin with you again Mayden. &amp; it seems you are growing up soo fast. Getting taller, got a girl, and all of this mischief. &lt;br /&gt;Be Safe, that's all I got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/twin-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a random blog on Feb 19, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-8039963559312941161?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8039963559312941161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=8039963559312941161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8039963559312941161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8039963559312941161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/02/lalalaa.html' title='lalalaa'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-7098244082673537100</id><published>2008-02-16T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:38:49.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coincidence</title><content type='html'>Is it or what? The time we stopped talking, it's the time I started getting these symptons flowing all over my body. It's not that kind of "gushy mushy lovey dovey" feeling. It's the bad, sick feeling. Stomach hurting, dehydration, and blahblah. I think you are my cure to this. You were my medication, but ever since you turned me down, a sickness occurred. Why!?&lt;br /&gt;(by the way I didn't write this camille did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty now it's Isabwellah. But yeaah, ever since we stopped talking I've been sick. Like, I need to go to the doctor sick. Seriously, I don't know why it is happening to me. I feel as if I'm gonna die from this. As if today is going to be the last day for living. I have tried drinking tea, medicine and blah. But none of it has worked and it has been a while now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this goes away soon before school starts again because I have gotten worst. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wouldn't be able to go through school the whole day like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R7fILbog47I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x-l17aASlxE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R7fILbog47I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x-l17aASlxE/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167819196152734642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-7098244082673537100?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/7098244082673537100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=7098244082673537100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7098244082673537100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7098244082673537100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/02/coincidence.html' title='coincidence'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/R7fILbog47I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x-l17aASlxE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-8791770917418097842</id><published>2008-02-13T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:45:03.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost, I need a map.</title><content type='html'>Man, I have been losing my appetite  lately.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I eat, it hurts. Or I just don't wanna take another bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day tomorrow. I'm gonna make some french vanilla cake cause I couldn't find any brownie mix. I hope to read the Chieftain for some interesting messages haha. &lt;br /&gt;Deng, what is the point of this Valentines day, and why does it fall on winter season? Well I guess when you are in-love it doesn't matter what type of weather it is. &lt;br /&gt;I cant even say it, I always say ValenTIMES day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i've done this before, 20 things I wanted to say, on my myspace blog. &amp; I'm gonna do one hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;1. I really hate you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get away and stay away.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop having feelings for me already!&lt;br /&gt;4. See you, never.&lt;br /&gt;5. Yeah it's okay, she is pretty anyways.&lt;br /&gt;6. Thank you, for getting my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;7. Why!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. You are cute.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate how you are better than me.&lt;br /&gt;10. Build a bridge and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;11. I'll runaway tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;12. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;13. You are pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;14. I want  you here.&lt;br /&gt;15. How many times do you have to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;16. Just deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;17. SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't care about you &amp; your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;19. Damn, how dumb are you?&lt;br /&gt;20. I wish you were never born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yo I'm trying my hardest to stop thinking about the whole situation, damn. But it is working and I'm glad. I think this position is better than before, ya kno? cause it was getting old. and I did not want to wait. but yeah, its just that you ran me over and switched to reverse and drove away leaving me on the side.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I don't hope the best for you nigga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I doubt i'm gonna blog tomorrow about my Valentines Day. I'll make it a good one though &amp; you should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/hidecopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Daaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my appetite back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-8791770917418097842?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8791770917418097842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=8791770917418097842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8791770917418097842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8791770917418097842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-i-have-been-losing-my-appetite.html' title='Lost, I need a map.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-6216561811781153533</id><published>2008-02-07T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:41:48.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No guy cares</title><content type='html'>I feel type stupid right now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked you &amp; probably still do. But I'll keep that to myself for now. I told you so many shizzles bout me and how I felt, i'm never gonna do that again. Cause it basically got me no where. But where did I want to go with us? Hm, I don't know and you probably didn't know either. From what I heard you've done this before. Talk to some girl, say you like her, then later on give her 'space'. Someone should've told me earlier ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically done with this whole 'girl talks to guy' and suchsuch. I just can't believe how open I can be with someone then later on they just stop talking to me. Deng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/emosunflower-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow i'm going to Woodbridge and shop a little. I need to get someone off of my mind and just stop, drop and kaboom. Then saturday I'll be in jerseycity &amp; bayonne for Joshua's bday. &lt;br /&gt;Drama is going to occur there, I can feel it coming. What bothers me the most is how we was so close and now by some little stupid thing you just blow me off. Little girl, please stop thinking you are grown. Act your age not your boob size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/emopucca.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this other kid aka nugnug, is always trying to get my attention. Always telling people bout me, then they  tell me what he says. Texting me everyday, blahblah. I don't think it's annoying but I don't believe him. He saying he likes me and feels right about me. But I say "It's just LUST boooy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, so tired of these dodo heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella = Foolish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-6216561811781153533?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6216561811781153533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=6216561811781153533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/6216561811781153533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/6216561811781153533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-guy-cares.html' title='No guy cares'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-6635855853322541615</id><published>2008-01-25T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:34:06.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama said knock you ouuuuttt.</title><content type='html'>I am at that Trail Mix &amp; tissue box stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason I want a new piercing, a tattoo, and haircut. But yeah, someone pierce me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/save-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when people use to dress so "gangstaa". Long tees, matching laces, saggy jeans, hoop earrings, white or wifffe beaters, chicken rings, onion rings, nuts, raisins, peanuts, sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today was our first day of midterms and yo, I think I failed both of them. Later on this weekend i'm gonna be resting, cleaning, and studying. zaaang, and probably procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is coming! Last year I didn't get to send any telegram, hopefully they will be doing that again this year. I want to send atleast one to share some love nahmeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/wsup.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I miss you killaaa cam. You are my one and only nigga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pet peeves #2: Leg fidgeting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-6635855853322541615?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6635855853322541615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=6635855853322541615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/6635855853322541615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/6635855853322541615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/01/mama-said-knock-you-ouuuuttt.html' title='Mama said knock you ouuuuttt.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-7194711986070578876</id><published>2008-01-23T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:09:43.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smooosh.</title><content type='html'>Winter, ain't my type of hype.&lt;br /&gt;I need to bring a tissue box where ever I go now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for spring and summer. But I'm kinda scared, for time to pass me by. I don't wanna rush every moment ya kno?&lt;br /&gt;Kids be tellin me "I can't wait till I graduate highschool." Well, when you finally graduate your gonna go to college and be like "I can't wait till I graduate college." Don't rush and just savor the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright. I hope tomorrow is better because I plan to sleep early tonight. Then wake up tomorrow morning feelin peachy cause I haven't been feeling peachy lately. So tomorrow I will wake up, make some heart pancakes, deal with some drama so it can get out of the way, try to find my utopia, study &amp; yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/out.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this asian kid at my lunch. I pass by him everyday and I see he sits by himself. A whole table and empty chairs. I always wanted to talk to him or say hi, but I don't wanna seem like I think he is cute, cause he ain't my type. &lt;br /&gt;Why hasn't anyone approached him yet? Why are those seats still empty? I wonder how he feels. &lt;br /&gt;He should sit with this other girl who sits by herself now, ever since she got kicked out of our table for a purpose. But I still say Hi, How are you when I see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sat by myself every 6th period, I wouldn't be crying. I'd just probably hide in the bathroom and eat heart shaped/chocolate chip pancakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pet peeves #1; Gum Chewing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-7194711986070578876?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/7194711986070578876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=7194711986070578876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7194711986070578876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7194711986070578876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/01/smooosh.html' title='smooosh.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-3332829920542708746</id><published>2008-01-19T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:49:36.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeaaah</title><content type='html'>Alrighty so this is us on a saturday night after NYC. &lt;br /&gt;our dodoselves at it onceee again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFg_YMNMJzI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFg_YMNMJzI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="415" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4J9TPMppIwc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4J9TPMppIwc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="415" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we rock the block, foooooos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-3332829920542708746?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3332829920542708746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=3332829920542708746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/3332829920542708746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/3332829920542708746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-it.html' title='yeaaah'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-8995117906738338634</id><published>2008-01-15T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:22:05.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just a loser that got in your way.</title><content type='html'>I really need to start sleeping early but my head is full of thoughts. Also, someone has been keeping me up. &lt;br /&gt;At school i'm tired yet happy. I would daydream or talk to people with my eyes close haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning after first period, I was walking outside and didn't watch my steps. Theen, I slipped on ice and almost fell on my butt but Jessica got me. I hear people in the background LAWLing about my scene. During school random people asked me " So how was your fall this morning? " Ohwells, I live for the embarrassment niggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who likes to lie to me, raise your hand?&lt;br /&gt;One kid told me he has never had his first kiss, still a virgin, and all up for the whole catholic faith. From the first time I met him this year I've thought he was that goody boy especially for a guy that looks like that. BUT NOPE, I was wrong. So he was talking to one of my friends and then he blaaabbed everything out how he is not a virgin, likes to get dooowwn, and blahblah. I ain't upset, just surprised. Then he turned and saw me listening and was all like "Oh no, i'm just kidding izzy!" &lt;br /&gt;YEAYEA WHUTEVS. haha I ain't mad. just surprised you lied and all, then turn around saying oh im just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm, no wonder your nose is all big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/l29828028263fe85ca61c18rz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought I would be in this position. I always try not to get close and feel this way and just resist it.&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was just a lil crush &amp; I thought it would stay like that. but then all this stuff happened and that lil crush is not so little anymore. I just don't wanna overflow my emotions cause then I end up not knowing what to do. but atleast I know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like someone with cheeesy ass lines &amp; stuff in their teeth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-8995117906738338634?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8995117906738338634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=8995117906738338634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8995117906738338634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/8995117906738338634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-youve-mistaken-im-just-loser.html' title='i&apos;m just a loser that got in your way.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-5714193330556493048</id><published>2007-12-23T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T16:32:55.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays[:</title><content type='html'>Ohyeaaaaaaah, Christmas Eve is tomorrow &amp; I'm pretty hypeed.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't really get what I wanted this christmas it doesn't matter. Atleast i'll be spending it with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that winter vacation is here, but I know it's gonna fly by soo fast. &lt;br /&gt;Atleast I won't be lookin like a dork strugglin on homework &amp; all for a while =B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/done.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Facebook thing I just made is very, complicated. Too much shizzles haha&lt;br /&gt;Hm, maybe I might make a new video since it's almost 2008, we'll seeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/one-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/one-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/onecopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/onecopy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp; HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-5714193330556493048?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5714193330556493048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=5714193330556493048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/5714193330556493048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/5714193330556493048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays[:'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-5414135510546452991</id><published>2007-12-11T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:30:48.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>use me, confuse me.</title><content type='html'>These past few days I've been thinking about some fellahs and how they treat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some guys just talks to me to touch me. He just wants to feel me up on him. &amp; get hugs from me. and now he asking for a kiss, that's crazy. I don't know if I should tell him about this cause maybe he won't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy, I think he is doing the same thing. and I don't know if I should trust him or not.&lt;br /&gt; I keep getting into these situations and it's so hard to get out. Am I foolish or whaaat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT!! 12/12/07&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe they are not gonna use me since they knw I'm not that type of girl .. sometimes I over exaggerate. but yeah maan, ignoring him today was soo wrong. I feel stupid and useless.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this weekend, i'm probably getting a haircut, then saturday going to Bayonne for a chest x-ray cause of TBs. Then on Sunday there is a Youth for Christ meeting[: I'm happy to be seeing my bro &amp; sisters again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've never had a White Castle Crave Case, lol. 30 lil burgers and I only ate 5, i'm a beast. Lately, I've been enjoying dinner with my family cause my dad has been cooking some pretty healthy stuff. Tasty[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/pow-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/whitec.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/elijah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy is my buddaay Elijah, he is a chill dude. Froooklyn pride! I never knew he was half Guyanese, I thought he was full black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have been getting sick lately and I try not to worry and just pray. If there is ever a time when your spirits need to be lifted up, talk to someone. Or just pray because God is there for you and always will be[:&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing that lately because so many things are going on and just by praying I feel secure.  Sometimes your prayers will be answered or you'll wait for something greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much love to give.&lt;br /&gt;Got LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-5414135510546452991?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5414135510546452991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=5414135510546452991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/5414135510546452991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/5414135510546452991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/12/use-me-confuse-me.html' title='use me, confuse me.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-7425319792243310987</id><published>2007-12-01T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:22:22.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haappay bday</title><content type='html'>It was my mama's bday on Thursday. We celebrated by going out &amp; having a lil surprise. well kinda, my lil bro kinda blew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Paolo, brush your teeth now.&lt;br /&gt;Paolo: But we didn't eat the cake yet *slaps hand on mouth*&lt;br /&gt;Mother: What?! we have cake? I wonder what kind of cake .. &lt;br /&gt;Paolo: *quickly takes off hand from mouth* Black forest *covers mouth again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, it was pretty funny. My dad kept saying 'thankyou for ruining the surprise paolo' &lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I love my mother and I hope more birthdays to come[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Maggiano's, good restaurant but pretty pricey. It was our second time going there and I'd like to keep going! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/fam-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/cake-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, on my last blog I said I liked someone and will never tell. Well I've come to notice that I don't like him. It was just a little stage, cause I know now I only have a crush on him. He is soo cute &amp; hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now i'll just keep my head in the books and try not to have any boy distractions. I can't help myself to think someone is cute though! ohwells, it's not like I'm gonna die if I like someone or crush on someone. I have soo many crushes on guys lately. Some on people I don't even talk to haha. Well atleast I won't be in a relationship &amp; all. So I get to crush on plenty of guys, keep em coming =B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mad LOVE to share&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-7425319792243310987?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/7425319792243310987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=7425319792243310987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7425319792243310987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7425319792243310987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/12/haappay-bday.html' title='haappay bday'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-2745480232681499690</id><published>2007-11-26T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:37:28.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>So I didn't go to school today &amp; I hope I didn't miss anything BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thanksgiving we didn't have Turkey, but we had a Turkey Cake! lol It wasn't that good though. I would prefer a Turkey cake made out of Pandan flavor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got a new haircut, it's cute. But he is still annoying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was good. I just wish this weekend I'll be seeing Camille again and chill more. &amp; get some kicks anytime soon with her lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like someone, but secretly. We basically chitchat online at night. We hardly see eachother and talk at school. I see him around though but I don't yell out his name. I don't want to like him, but it won't kill me if I do[: So i'll keep this secret from him. Maybe one day he'll like me too and he will admit it. Unlike me, i'll keep it in a bottle closed shut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/paolo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/paolo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/DSC00767.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-2745480232681499690?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2745480232681499690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=2745480232681499690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2745480232681499690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2745480232681499690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/11/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-1978872228603224957</id><published>2007-11-20T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:18:28.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over it.</title><content type='html'>Finally, I got my planner back. I was so mad that I lost it since last friday, but today I got it back from this guy. Good thing he isn't one of those guys that would be noisy enough to look around my planner. Cause I have some pretty important stuff in there haha. Like names of guys with hearts &amp; junk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had to do our song on the Preamble. I was the only girl in my group and the only one who rapped. The rest of them beatboxed veery well. I was kinda nervous, but who cares everyone else didn't perform well. However, I think they got a better grade than us because I didn't talk much about the goals and etc. grhh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been listening to Meiko or some mellow stuff. I guess because of the season of change. Winter makes me think about love stories. Like, a girl ice skating then she meets a guy and it starts snowing. In every season I think about love stories lol. But I think winter is cuter because you get to cuddle more since it's chilly. Plus sip some hot chocolate together near the fire. haha, yeah it's corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/pow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/erika.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole problem about the ' friend's ex bf ' thing is over. I'm glad but then I feel awkward now when I see him around. Now the nugnug guy is coming back .. &lt;br /&gt;It seems as if when someone is not talkin to me he comes and jumps in and fill in the spot. But when I shoot him off, he leaves. But then comes back. So confusing yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on Tito Eric &amp; Tita Karen on their new baby girl Erika Marie.&lt;br /&gt;She is part of the sisterhood[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-1978872228603224957?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1978872228603224957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=1978872228603224957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1978872228603224957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1978872228603224957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-i-got-my-planner-back.html' title='Over it.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-457244416545233528</id><published>2007-11-17T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:32:54.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I live with FEAR</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a half-a-day since the school is having parent/teacher conferences. The upcoming week we are going to have half a days till weds. and off for thanksgiving[:&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by so quickly, don't you think? One blink &amp; it's Thanksgiving already. Another blink, it's Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my friday ended as the usual. I get out of school then pick up my brother. Then stay home, watch tv, and eat. However, I had two unexpected visits from guys. First it was morrison, tito, johnathan, and later on ant came over. Just chilled for a bit and made some noise downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on a friend came over to dropped a little something. I told my mom "_____ is coming for a second." She started talking about why is he coming over? blahblahblah, "he is trying to get with you." etc. &lt;br /&gt;Well yes, that is true. However, am I up for it? Am I up for the whole relationship thing? Do I really want to take this big bigbigbigbigbig risk!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a sweet one and I adore him for that. I just don't see him more than a friend.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he doesn't care what goes on around him or what people think. He just wants to follow his heart &amp; work for something he wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; OHBOY, is he working for it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/sunti%20stuff%2007/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/sunti%20stuff%2007/eatme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/sunti%20stuff%2007/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/sunti%20stuff%2007/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little something is what he calls it. A pink daisy, cake roll with fruits, and a card. Oh and it says feel better because I kinda have the sniffles &amp; cough. I'm getting better though haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if your friend's ex was trying to get with you. Trying to be more than just a friend. Your parents tell you "No." and your friends said "No." &amp; you are trying not to like him or care..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-457244416545233528?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/457244416545233528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=457244416545233528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/457244416545233528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/457244416545233528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-live-with-fear.html' title='I live with FEAR'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/sunti%20stuff%2007/th_bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-1597251996885618967</id><published>2007-11-04T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:43:21.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and my life goes on ..</title><content type='html'>Finally, a week off from school! Only for NJ public schools though. To bad cam doesn't have week off, we would be busy the whole week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My halloweenie was all good. Went trick or treating with my family and a group of kids. I was dressed up as a geek, my dad a monster, and my bro a dragon samurai. Then after that ate at Maggiano's. REALLY GOOOOOOODD! My favorite Italian restaurant. Expensive though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, I went to TGIF's for a little shindig with some freshmans from my school. We were a group of 11 peeps. It was aiites. I mean, it wasn't boring to death. I ate some Fries &amp; Shrimp with some lemonade. I enjoyed my meal[: It was good, but the service sucked. They even mistaken our bill. At first it was 133.__ something dollars &amp; then when we corrected it and it was just 115.__ lol. Not a big difference but .. asians are cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After TGIF's we walked to Sports Authority, Petco, then Starbucks. After that they were just standing there .. doing nothing .. lol I bet they went to someone's house by walking. But I was with Sunti so we drove to Fusion ti and chill. Came home around 6 or 7? I got a chance to drive his car[: I'm not really excited to get my car and junk. It's pretty .. boring. Subways, buses, and other public transportation is much coo`er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/geek3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/geek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/geek1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/tgif.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Sophomore there ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-1597251996885618967?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1597251996885618967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=1597251996885618967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1597251996885618967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/1597251996885618967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-my-life-goes-on.html' title='and my life goes on ..'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-5209542472635760177</id><published>2007-10-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:06:12.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>Some days I am very happy others I'm just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was not joyful at all. I was NOT looking forward for today. My morning even started off wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to my bathroom I found a bee buzzing around my mirror light. I tried to hit it but then I couldn't. So I rushed &amp; got out everything I needed and went to use my parent's bathroom. Until I finally need to go back for my lotion I saw the bee again. I actually hit it by the mirror light. The light bulb broke and the bee fell inside the toilet. Perfect? Nope, it wasn't over yet. So I decided not to flush the toilet since it looked like it was going to die. But it actually climbed up the toilet and so I had to flushed it down. I even had to use this toilet tooth brush thing. This made me 10mins late for my bus already.&lt;br /&gt;When I came home I knew I had more than just myself to take care of. I had the house to clean, my brother's homework to do and mine. I'm so stressed sometimes yo. &amp; right now i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My brother constantly asks me to do this and that. I am only a human being. " Ateh can you count this, can you find the box top, can you give me a new disk, can you give me ice cream, can you go to this website. " .... I am never having children!!!! nevernevernever.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can be so harsh on him, but yo. there are times when I am nice. Like when I picked him up I hold his backpack and blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was nice today though &amp; I kinda enjoyed the walk. I just hated how I ate before leaving and my tummy hurted a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I went to a field trip yesterday for Biology. Sophmores &amp; Seniors against eachother in a scavenger hunt in the park/woods. It was really fun and the view was beautiful. I would really like to go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, the whole nugnug situation is finally over, I hope. Finally he said that we should be friends, like how I suggested before, since he isn't really going anywhere with this. I think i'll be secretly crushing on some fellahs. Like this spanish sophomore, junior, and senior guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/hacklebarey%20park/hacklebareyrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/hacklebarey%20park/bellaapril.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/hacklebarey%20park/hacklebarey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/hacklebarey%20park/hacklebarey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful place just to get away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-5209542472635760177?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5209542472635760177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=5209542472635760177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/5209542472635760177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/5209542472635760177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/hacklebarey%20park/th_hacklebareyrock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-7514865716674556930</id><published>2007-10-02T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:04:16.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trying.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to see the better of life. Like God, Family, and Friends. All these wonderful things, but the worst comes to me. I get pressured by Dance instructors. Mean looks and nasty comments. I'm not so sure If I can handle it yo. I want to do it and so I practiced at home. Before I even got home my dad gave me an attitude on the phone, thinking he was being funny. ' Hey dad can  you pick me up please? ' in response ' No! ' .. but I did get a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I cried a little. My emotions of unaccomplishment just threw me down. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that I can make the simplest things seem so big. Like guys. Maanohman, did I so worked myself up for nothing. This nugnug yo. Ohwells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope there is someone there for me in this new location. Someone that understands and doesn't just hear my problem out, but also helps me. To bad all of my comfort is at jersey city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-7514865716674556930?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/7514865716674556930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=7514865716674556930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7514865716674556930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/7514865716674556930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/10/trying.html' title='trying.'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-3745279531489734341</id><published>2007-09-23T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:47:39.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUTUMN</title><content type='html'>Goodbye summer&lt;br /&gt;Hello Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think even though summer has officially ended it's still warm. From what I heard the weather isn't going to be cold much. So many signs though. The leaves changing colors &amp; falling down. The thing I like about fall is the vibrant colors! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to my first sector meeting for YFC. I don't think I know people since it's south cluster. Ohgosh, I'm kinda nervous. But I know God has my back &amp; will help me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Maaan, I'm kinda upset I didn't go to Passion's once in a lifetime concert in jersey city. Ohwells, the dance at st. joe's was good too. Pretty Wild. You can say it wasn't even a dance event. More like clubbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, this kid. I've been obsessing with him for a while ever since he added me. Deng, Now I know I should stay away. I just saw him comment his friend saying he is trying to talk to some b****es. Well byebye you NUGNUG! I ain't hooking you up with no food no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eat boobs!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/DSC00348.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/DSC00346.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-3745279531489734341?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3745279531489734341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=3745279531489734341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/3745279531489734341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/3745279531489734341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn.html' title='AUTUMN'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-3749123208004416390</id><published>2007-09-17T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:28:38.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>This week in my school, I'm not so sure about your's, is RESPECT week. So please atleast do something good this week. It will sure benefit a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm staying after school for Cheifs for Christ. I wonder how it's going to be haha. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; Yo, what is up with sidekicks?! I always wanted one, still do. But never going to happen. Doesn't matter though I like my phone[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday I went to LBI [ long beach island ] &amp; what a great day it was. The view was so beautiful at the beach and .. well just check the pics[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/DSC00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/DSC00188.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/DSC00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/isabwellah/DSC00199.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-3749123208004416390?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3749123208004416390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587574940627653975&amp;postID=3749123208004416390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/3749123208004416390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/3749123208004416390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/09/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-9188844297157902376</id><published>2007-09-12T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:15:51.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Ugh, blogspot. I hate how I can't add a picture. I know how and everything but it's just not working! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my first week of Highschool as a sophomore is going well. I've been getting along with everyone and people are greeting me with " Hellos. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that God is there for you &amp; I. Yesterday I didn't take the bus to school because of the pouring rain. So my mom planned to bring me instead. Now everytime this happens I'm so close to being late. When I got to school it was already 7:15 am and the warning bell already rung. I was in the Patton wing and I had to go to the Anthony. Which takes 7mins and I only had 5mins before school starts at 7:20 am. I was walking then power walking then walking again. While I was doing that I was praying and hoping to God that I won't be late. I was praying so much and said " God I know I'm not going to be late, you will help me. " So as I am running up the stairs to the second floor I hear the final bell ring. And as soon as it stopped there was a announcement. " Teachers please allow students at this time, there are some delayed buses. " Even though I wasn't one of those people whose buses were late, I made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how amazing God is and I thank him everyday for being there. &lt;br /&gt;Always have hope in him[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-9188844297157902376?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/9188844297157902376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/9188844297157902376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/09/complicated.html' title='random'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587574940627653975.post-2158316285393921353</id><published>2007-08-28T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:59:19.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>astala byebye xanga</title><content type='html'>My xanga days are over! well for now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone is starting up this whole BLOGSPOT thing, I might as well join the club &amp; try it out. Xanga these days, everyone can see. All that drama and stalker crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days ago some person with the username of n0tur0rdinarygurl commented my guestbook saying " Hi Isabwellah I'm lonely call me tonight " What the funk! I typed that username on Google &amp; found that chicks myspace. Who knows if its her, but the results were a few and i'm just having a good guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to tennis tryouts today. I only hated the fact that it was hot. I was sweating everywhere lol. Tomorrow is another tryouts and i'm about to e-mail the coach to inform her that i'm not up for it anymore. I want to do a sport badly, but not tennis lol. My mom said "  you got dancing ". I only got the dance team at school and she won't even bring me to any group practices. I have to make a dance group myself. Maybe swimming team? or Track again? lol. ughhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay one last thing; Have you ever had that whole situation when your EX. bf/gf bestfriend starts talking to you, as in you know, taaaaaalking. Weird. I'm not really up for a realtionship right now especially long distance ones. But if there was a guy for me I would want him to be open to God and the relationship to be God centered. This guy is trying to be religious and then telling me about his youth group. &amp; I love it that he is trying to have a relationship with God, but I don't want him to just  impress me by doing that, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587574940627653975-2158316285393921353?l=isabwellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2158316285393921353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587574940627653975/posts/default/2158316285393921353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabwellah.blogspot.com/2007/08/astala-byebye-xanga.html' title='astala byebye xanga'/><author><name>isabwellah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml6UXBxmUTs/SX6Qzky9RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ONpEfCx80do/S220/3210950749_de15795ac3.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
