<?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-2428512280670845826</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:33:06.032-06:00</updated><category term='Kids'/><category term='Party'/><category term='singing'/><category term='poem'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Salt Lake'/><category term='Pinata'/><category term='love it'/><category term='brides'/><category term='first'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Dancing'/><category term='hair'/><category term='sassy'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Elders'/><category term='blah'/><category term='things'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Man of God'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Forever Changing and Evolving..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-4768012102601769115</id><published>2008-08-12T15:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:58:22.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A sadness that has turned to happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a hard time not to long ago with missing my missionary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It has been hard. One of the hardest things that I have done. It is hard when half of you is gone... But I have come to realize that no matter where he is I am not alone. He is always there for me and I should always remember it. He loves me, I know because he has shown it to me and he has told me. I have felt it. Love is one of the greatest blesssings to have in life. I have that. That makes me ineffably lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-4768012102601769115?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/4768012102601769115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=4768012102601769115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/4768012102601769115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/4768012102601769115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/08/sadness-that-has-turned-to-happiness.html' title='A sadness that has turned to happiness'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-6927569489807558086</id><published>2008-08-12T15:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:51:13.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission... Just around the corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you know.. I have been working on my mission papers. (YAY!) I thought I would give you all an update on things.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have gotten all my medical stuff done. ( 3 shots and blood drawn was not very fun..) I need to fill a few more things out and they will be in to my president. He will look throught them and then they go to the stake president. That is very exciting. And nerve wracking at the same time. Once I get my call I can go to the temple.. that is what lingers most in my mind. THE TEMPLE. Funny story.. So I went to get my medical stuff and Dr. Thompson was excited for me! So much that he has been the FIRST PERSON to guess where I will be called.. his guess: Washington DC! So I think we should start guessing where I will be going.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have the greatest blessing of an amazing home ward. I was able to go last last sunday and bear my testimony to them and I could feel their love. I have so much support from them that it brought me to tears. It was a great feeling. They all want to chip in and help me for my mission. What more can I ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This are going great. I have come to learn that as we do what is right and asked of us the blessing will just pour down. The lord knows us and what we do and what is in our hearts. I know he knows my heart. I love this gospel.. I still have so much more to go before i am even close to being ready.. but its time to go forward and do it. He loves me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-6927569489807558086?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/6927569489807558086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=6927569489807558086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/6927569489807558086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/6927569489807558086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/08/mission-just-around-corner.html' title='The Mission... Just around the corner'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-7727803517444018021</id><published>2008-08-12T15:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:39:29.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates... and so much more!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SKICIYFncgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/G_cbBLdwL8o/s1600-h/Picture+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233748059886154242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SKICIYFncgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/G_cbBLdwL8o/s200/Picture+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So... here I am. I am alive. hahah I come to you from Ponderosa! Where most of you know I have been since about June. It has been great. I have many more stories, memories, and friends than I did before. I love it. I have the Lewis' to thank for this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SKIC9bxwPrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wGdglxpEN6I/s1600-h/Picture+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233748971409653426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SKIC9bxwPrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wGdglxpEN6I/s200/Picture+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked in housekeeping and front desk here. Housekeeping is.... HARD! Wow. Try cleaning 6 or more big mountain homes in less than 8 hours.. yeah. HARD. Some had like 5 bathrooms. Who needs 5 bathrooms ya know?! Ha. Beautiful homes tho.. If I could buy one.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SKIBb0MRR7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/wVojWie4jZk/s1600-h/Picture+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233747294336141234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SKIBb0MRR7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/wVojWie4jZk/s200/Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it would be 704 or 750. My favorites. Another thing with housekeeping.. CHEMICALS. never have I ever wanted to get high.. hahah but here you do even if you dont want to, that asidrufoam gets to ya! Once... Me and Sarah were cleaning and stuff.. then we were doing beds in 704 and went off!! You should have seem us... me could not stop laughing... it was crazy.. I swear I think I saw butterflies that day or something. Good good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front desk is another thing, as much as i love my girls in housekeeping.. (and boys.. ha) front desk is better. I just am such a people person and i like dealing with them. We gets lots of foreign people here. I have had the chance of speaking spanish a lot of the times and it has been great. But every once in a while you get the BAD PEOPLE... yeah. I hope none of you out there are the BAD PEOPLE when you go places. ITs hard to deal with you. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this place is also about fun, we play as hard as we work. I have camped in teepees... riden 4 wheelers... gone horseback ridin... been burnt from too much time in the pool... gone on amazing &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SKIBI_ix2-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sP8spLQCj0I/s1600-h/Picture+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233746970965826530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SKIBI_ix2-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sP8spLQCj0I/s200/Picture+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hikes... rapelled... its been great. Good times and memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-7727803517444018021?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/7727803517444018021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=7727803517444018021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/7727803517444018021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/7727803517444018021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates-and-so-much-more.html' title='Updates... and so much more!!'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SKICIYFncgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/G_cbBLdwL8o/s72-c/Picture+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-1280535289356772074</id><published>2008-07-20T22:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:03:28.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A sadness in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you deal with a sadness that is becoming hard to hold in your heart? What happens when the person you love the most is gone? You cannot see into their eyes.. their simple touch is gone. Their presence is away and you are left with memories and feelings. There are pictures... gifts... items... memories. But how long do memories last? As long as the person decides? Or forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There is a sadness in my heart that I can no longer hold in.. I miss you Jared. I have so much inside me that I cannot type fast enought to express it. You wont read this.. maybe not for fa while. BUt I want to say that I love you. You made me change. And without you now I feel as if I am falling apart.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How can I reach you when you seem so far away? Today it rained here. And my heart is now raining with the sky. Raining tears of sadness and despare that I do not have you here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What will time hold? IF only I could just know. But you have to just take that risk right? I look at the moon and remember what we said. Are you listening? Am i? Heaven help me so I can be strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-1280535289356772074?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/1280535289356772074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=1280535289356772074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/1280535289356772074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/1280535289356772074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/07/sadness-in-my-heart.html' title='A sadness in my heart'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-1236266793748630474</id><published>2008-06-02T16:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:24:39.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.. and such</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello there&lt;/span&gt; my readers.. here are a couple of things I would like to inform you on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mission papers are OFFICIALLY started! AH! (So much inner excitement!) :D They will be done by August 1st. I will most likely be leaving Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am leaving St. George... for the summer anyway! hahah.. curious as to why? Call me. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I got a letter from Taiwan this week. It made me happy... with pictures and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Check out my photography blog! I will be putting pictures up here constantly..(or trying to anyway) Comment on them please. :D  &lt;a href="http://damsmagicmomentsphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://damsmagicmomentsphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I love you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-1236266793748630474?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/1236266793748630474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=1236266793748630474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/1236266793748630474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/1236266793748630474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates-and-such.html' title='Updates.. and such'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-6510905314533901951</id><published>2008-06-02T15:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:09:55.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The WFAM Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERuq44H0sI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xwQankTIEdo/s1600-h/n705062922_511801_3708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207408752248476354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERuq44H0sI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xwQankTIEdo/s320/n705062922_511801_3708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not too long ago I was able to meet an amazing group of girls. I love them with all my heart and i know they feel what I feel. These are the Waiting for a Missionary Group girls. Which.. yes. I am in. We all have a different story with our Elders. But the one thing that is common among all of us, we love our missionaries with all our hearts. Know.. first word to all that read this. Dont judge this group.. If you dont know how it is or what we do. Our one goal is not to marry or missionaries or sabatage their missions or anything like that,(altho we do love the guys and want them for ever!) our goal is to be a suppot. There are stuggles... hard times.. but that is why I have these AMAZ&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERujLkzo7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/T9VcD7SYfE0/s1600-h/n705062922_511797_665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207408619828782002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERujLkzo7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/T9VcD7SYfE0/s320/n705062922_511797_665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ING girls by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Danielle.Tiffany.Me.Kim.Kaitlyn.Jenn in front of the St. George Temple. We chilled here and saw the amazing sculptures.. Went to Off the Cuff (improv comedy show) had Cold Stone and saw the ocean at the DIXIE rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-6510905314533901951?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/6510905314533901951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=6510905314533901951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/6510905314533901951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/6510905314533901951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/06/wfam-girls.html' title='The WFAM Girls!'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERuq44H0sI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xwQankTIEdo/s72-c/n705062922_511801_3708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-3140461629540438244</id><published>2008-06-02T15:08:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:15:20.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying High</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207411058843625858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERwxJnQqYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MlnI1BaawQM/s200/n1558260012_1938511_6260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have not updated this thing in a while.. sorry for that. But time seems to fly by so fast its crazy. Speaking of flying... Hehe. Before school got out I went with my girl Sarah and with Michael on a little flight. It was way random. &lt;strong&gt;BUt SO FuN!! &lt;/strong&gt;After tennis class Michael randomly askes me &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERwCPfYF2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/BsgkHF-daz8/s1600-h/n1558260012_1938509_5633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207410252967319394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERwCPfYF2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/BsgkHF-daz8/s200/n1558260012_1938509_5633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Sarah.. "hey, you girls wanna go flying?" we were like.. WHAT?! So Mike is a pilot, we did not know. And he wanted to go for fun. Sarah was totally up for it. And I was freaking out. Long story short.. I was convinced into it. And i am so glad that I was. I ditched institute, OPS, but It was a once in a lifetime experience. We flew over St. George and were going to land in Colorado City, but Sarah got sick. Haha, so we sniffed hand sanitizer. Really! It works if you get dizy! Anyway.. here are some pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERlB2nTkTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ff1hRj2mm9Y/s1600-h/n1558260012_1938520_9155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207398151661785394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERlB2nTkTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ff1hRj2mm9Y/s320/n1558260012_1938520_9155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERkrEKcgGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/moRifZ2ZY7A/s1600-h/n1558260012_1938510_5940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207397760161841250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERkrEKcgGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/moRifZ2ZY7A/s200/n1558260012_1938510_5940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERk8odA00I/AAAAAAAAAJI/cVjLKQIMZSE/s1600-h/n1558260012_1938518_8515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207398061961171778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERk8odA00I/AAAAAAAAAJI/cVjLKQIMZSE/s200/n1558260012_1938518_8515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERj_ewLkJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z7hgasjfsZo/s1600-h/n1558260012_1938497_1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207397011385192594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERj_ewLkJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z7hgasjfsZo/s320/n1558260012_1938497_1927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERjyKX1gbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xfcX8iVRnvI/s1600-h/n1558260012_1938496_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERjpij-GBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PdLWqxIpXA8/s1600-h/n1558260012_1938501_3121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207396634450597906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERjpij-GBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PdLWqxIpXA8/s320/n1558260012_1938501_3121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERjyKX1gbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xfcX8iVRnvI/s1600-h/n1558260012_1938496_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207396782576075186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERjyKX1gbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xfcX8iVRnvI/s320/n1558260012_1938496_1643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERjyKX1gbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xfcX8iVRnvI/s1600-h/n1558260012_1938496_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERjyKX1gbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xfcX8iVRnvI/s1600-h/n1558260012_1938496_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-3140461629540438244?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/3140461629540438244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=3140461629540438244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/3140461629540438244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/3140461629540438244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/06/flying-high.html' title='Flying High'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/SERwxJnQqYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MlnI1BaawQM/s72-c/n1558260012_1938511_6260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-8165067430410238838</id><published>2008-03-04T12:29:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:55:56.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Same Moon... And Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.beliefnet.com/moviemom/under%20the%20same%20moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blog.beliefnet.com/moviemom/under%20the%20same%20moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As many of you know, I am hispanic. I was born in Mexico and all of my famil is from there. There is a movie that I would like all of you to see. "Under the same Moon" is the story of an immigrant mother and her child. I know that it is hard for some people to understand immigration and why people do the things that they do. But there is better life in America and I am so glad that I am able to live here now. My parents have given me the opportunities I would have never had in Mexico. This is a new movie that probably won't show in St. George because it is a smaller film. It actually showed in Sundance and was brought for the highest amount of money. I hope that you can go see it when it comes out on DVD. I know it will be great.. it will be touching. And hopefully you can learn something from it and my people. Whom i love. Watch the Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jCZgUiPixE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jCZgUiPixE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://boortz.com/images/crash_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://boortz.com/images/crash_movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is another beautiful movie that I saw that touched my heart. "Crash" I know it is a strong movie.. it has a strong message, but it is a message that some people have to see this way to understand and learn. I saw this movie with Jared and I'm so glad that I did. I cried so much to realize that life is like this, he cried too but at the same time we learned. I highly recommend this movie. And the touching song that goes with it... is the first song on my blog, "In the Deep"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is the link to the movie trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEQ_ftkpb18"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEQ_ftkpb18&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-8165067430410238838?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/8165067430410238838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=8165067430410238838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/8165067430410238838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/8165067430410238838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/03/under-same-moon-and-crash.html' title='Under the Same Moon... And Crash'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-7345103116395425074</id><published>2008-02-07T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T13:33:50.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sassy'/><title type='text'>CHOP CHOP DAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R6trBnnxxeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZAyIt8LL5Go/s1600-h/SHort+Hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164339073270269410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R6trBnnxxeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZAyIt8LL5Go/s320/SHort+Hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;O yeah! Who knew that a haircut could revive someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I didn't but now I do. And I love love it. I feel sassy and all sophisticated. ^0^ Tell me what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. I am going to start a new blog for my photography.. I'm EXCITED! I want to show some of the stuff I've done. It will be coming shortly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-7345103116395425074?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/7345103116395425074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=7345103116395425074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/7345103116395425074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/7345103116395425074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/02/chop-chop-dam.html' title='CHOP CHOP DAM!'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R6trBnnxxeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZAyIt8LL5Go/s72-c/SHort+Hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-4156356334977557307</id><published>2008-01-31T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:36:34.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man of God'/><title type='text'>How is it so?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.naturalfamilyblog.com/President%20Gordon%20B.%20Hinckley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.naturalfamilyblog.com/President%20Gordon%20B.%20Hinckley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is it so?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;How is a person remembered or known as a person of good? I think that they would have had to of helped a lot of people. Changed lives. Even if it is just one. &lt;strong&gt;The power of one&lt;/strong&gt;. This individual was President Gordon. B. Hinckley. What a man was he. Incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;When I heard about his passing I was truely sad. I loved him. Such a sweet man of good and honesty that glowed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;I'd like to tell you about a time I got to see him. He came to Dixie College of Utah when I was about 14-15. He was amazing. I was pretty close to him and could feel his magic. After his incredible talk we all left the place in high spirit. After I had a reporter come to me and ask me what I felt. I told her words could not describe what I felt. I was honest in what I had told her. It was later published in the newspaper and I have in now in my journal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;I cried for him that night. He's been the only prophet I have known. But he is happy now. Living a life we know not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know he is next to our Heavenly Father&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-4156356334977557307?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/4156356334977557307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=4156356334977557307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/4156356334977557307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/4156356334977557307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-is-it-so.html' title='How is it so?'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-7407092037629936772</id><published>2008-01-25T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:00:22.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Power Of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5ppqnnxxcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/sg09THFADO0/s1600-h/Autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159552504017569218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5ppqnnxxcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/sg09THFADO0/s400/Autumn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;The power of Heaven. How beatiful it is that we have the love of God. He is always there when we need him. I feel I have left him a bit. There are so many emotions right now going through me. I feel vulnerable and a bit scared. I'm thinking about the future. It seems so uncertain right now. But I have to stay strong and I have to stand on Holy grown. I think that once you get older your faith is tested so much more. There is a maturity that happens to you. I am at this point right now. I have to keep trying thought, If I stop then I would have truely failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cannot fail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;There is so much more out there that I have to do and accomplish. But it is hard. I need to pray and get closer to my Heavenly Father. Have you had a moment like this? Have you almost given up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been thinking about the Temple, and how I want to go there someday. With the man that I love. I love you... But is it you I am supposed to go with? I miss you like you have no idea. I miss you more than I thought I would. It is heartbreaking not to have the person you love by your side. For those of you that have your love, cherish them. God has given you the opportunity to love and grow together. Don't take that for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you fight a feeling of uncertainty?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you aren't sure where life is going to take you? I must say I feel a bit alone, its hard to fight this. Where can I find the positive when dark light is making me lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sight..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;I have to remian strong. I cannot despair at this point. Heaven.. Inspire me and help me to be better.This life is filled with purpose. I still have much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-7407092037629936772?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/7407092037629936772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=7407092037629936772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/7407092037629936772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/7407092037629936772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/01/power-of-heaven.html' title='The Power Of Heaven'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5ppqnnxxcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/sg09THFADO0/s72-c/Autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-3391016831808069143</id><published>2008-01-21T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:51:39.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How Wonderful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;How wonderful is it to see your friends happy and joyous. Ashley is now a beautiful bride whom I love very much. Her and Chase are my favorite. Then there is Yesenia and Scott. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;wasnt able to be at their &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UuiTvaxlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jR4VpD4OfK4/s1600-h/ash+and+dam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158080115172361810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UuiTvaxlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jR4VpD4OfK4/s400/ash+and+dam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wedding but&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UuYDvaxkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6edSQda-VuQ/s1600-h/jessenia+boda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158079939078702658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UuYDvaxkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6edSQda-VuQ/s400/jessenia+boda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am glad she is also a bride. HORRAY FOR LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-3391016831808069143?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/3391016831808069143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=3391016831808069143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/3391016831808069143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/3391016831808069143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-wonderful.html' title='How Wonderful..'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UuiTvaxlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jR4VpD4OfK4/s72-c/ash+and+dam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-7974390278977424102</id><published>2008-01-21T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:38:33.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>Christmas Days.. What Beautiful Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Christmas Days are always so beautiful! I think that this Christmas might have been my last one with my family. (Because I'm thinkin about a mission) If i do indeed go i will probably leave before Christmas 2008. This Christmas was really fun! We had a huge Fiesta with other people from our ward at Bro. Najera's house. So SO SOOO much food. I think I gained like ten pounds. The thing with being Hispanic is that we always do things &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;We had food... music.. and danced the night away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UUujvaxYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1ONvIm4KJYg/s1600-h/me+eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158051738323436930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UUujvaxYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1ONvIm4KJYg/s320/me+eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UU3jvaxZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rlrwPZWROLQ/s1600-h/parents+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158051892942259602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UU3jvaxZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rlrwPZWROLQ/s320/parents+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158051149912917362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UUMTvaxXI/AAAAAAAAACs/paa1pOmgkt0/s320/mama+cooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-7974390278977424102?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/7974390278977424102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=7974390278977424102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/7974390278977424102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/7974390278977424102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-days-what-beautiful-days.html' title='Christmas Days.. What Beautiful Days.'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UUujvaxYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1ONvIm4KJYg/s72-c/me+eating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-4433478681056994551</id><published>2008-01-20T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:43:18.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elders'/><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UhxDvaxiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/arEJiFkUFrQ/s1600-h/christmas+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158066074924271138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UhxDvaxiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/arEJiFkUFrQ/s400/christmas+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UhxDvaxiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/arEJiFkUFrQ/s1600-h/christmas+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm wearing Frosty the Snow Man's hat! The little kids beat if off the pinata and gave it to me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UhxDvaxiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/arEJiFkUFrQ/s1600-h/christmas+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Parties are always so fun. This year for our ward Christmas party we had a blast. There were pinatas and comida (thats food in espanol) and kids running all over the place. Just lovely. I mostly just sat and talked with the elders, Elder Venturi and Elder Porter. AWESOME FOLKS I TELL YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Elder Venturi and Elder Porter holding a little angel. HA, you know what they say.. Elders &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158065821521200658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UhiTvaxhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0YxZyEUDIXg/s400/missionaries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;are angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-4433478681056994551?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/4433478681056994551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=4433478681056994551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/4433478681056994551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/4433478681056994551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R5UhxDvaxiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/arEJiFkUFrQ/s72-c/christmas+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-1501786526467713752</id><published>2007-12-12T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:19:00.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Being twenty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So it's my birthday today. (Inner thought: I'M TWENTY! HOW OLD) So twenty is probably not that old.. in the real world. HAHA but in Utah, it is. Two of my greatest friends are getting married this weekend, both of whom are 19. CRAzY. Today has been a good day tho. I've actually had fun and enjoyed it. My love snet me an email and that made my day. My boss and his wife took me out to lunch, since it was his birthday today too. Oh and my dad got me some flowers, tender huh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-1501786526467713752?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/1501786526467713752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=1501786526467713752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/1501786526467713752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/1501786526467713752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-twenty.html' title='Being twenty...'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-6814430870538370503</id><published>2007-12-06T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:17:02.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>T.I.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1htMwASuQI/AAAAAAAAABY/NaFRdZVnohE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140979040455407874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1htMwASuQI/AAAAAAAAABY/NaFRdZVnohE/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; That day on that bench is when it all began,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;What a lovely Spring day it was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Your face so perfectly sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;My heart beating for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I drift to that day oft,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;The wind was blowing just swiftly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;We could feel her fingertips touch our cheeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Our place, that holy place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;That place that knows us so well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Us and our love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Three words and three letters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Each with such an intense meaning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;T.I.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;But only you and I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I hold it dear in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;As I hold you my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;You are apart from me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Yet closer than ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Hold on to Hope you say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Our Hope of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll hold on dearest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;If you hold on to my hand too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-6814430870538370503?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/6814430870538370503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=6814430870538370503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/6814430870538370503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/6814430870538370503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2007/12/tie.html' title='T.I.E.'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1htMwASuQI/AAAAAAAAABY/NaFRdZVnohE/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-4790516793261123316</id><published>2007-12-05T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:58:12.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Salt Lake City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I had the amazing blessing of singing in the Joseph Smith Building and at the Assembly hall in Salt Lake City not too long ago. I could feel the spirit as I was singing and it stirred all my emotions. The air was cold in Salt Lake, the snow was falling, and it was beautiful. Christmas is THEE most wonderful time of the year. I was able to hang out a little bit with Tara and Mandy. I really enjoyed talking with them that day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1c4EgASuNI/AAAAAAAAABA/Nf_5n-UneoM/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140639149628504274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1c4EgASuNI/AAAAAAAAABA/Nf_5n-UneoM/s320/mail.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1hfXgASuOI/AAAAAAAAABI/NR68WdvUClA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140963831976212706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1hfXgASuOI/AAAAAAAAABI/NR68WdvUClA/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-4790516793261123316?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/4790516793261123316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=4790516793261123316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/4790516793261123316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/4790516793261123316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-had-amazing-blessing-of-singing-in.html' title='Salt Lake City'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1c4EgASuNI/AAAAAAAAABA/Nf_5n-UneoM/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-211234673470070794</id><published>2007-12-05T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:20:37.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I decided. I am switching my major. (Thanks a ton Clare. :P ) I want to major in Graphic Design. And yes I'll be going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SUU&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt; too..but, I doubt I'll ever get into that school. It could still be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;posibility&lt;/span&gt; right? I'm excited for it. I'll be getting my Associates of Science in the summer. I would this spring but I have to take a nutrition class that is already full. Next semester is going to be so much harder. 17 credits and a part time job along with all the other surprises that will be thrown at me I'm sure. Phew.. But I'm taking design classes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pumped for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you all how much I love my job? Working with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McInnes&lt;/span&gt; is the best. I feel so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; in insurance. SO, If you ever have a question on your bill or anything about insurance, JUST HOLLER. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are many people that say time heals everything... time is perhaps your greatest friend or your worst enemy. In my case, it is both. I want time to go by fast... but at the same time I want it to slow down because I want to do so much. I have begun to find a variety of passions. And with everything that is around me and because of all the things I have to do, I don't have the time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; my passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day. I want to just drive. To take my car and camera and stop on the side of the road and take pictures of everything that my I see. There is so much beauty in the world and I want to capture it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-211234673470070794?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/211234673470070794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=211234673470070794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/211234673470070794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/211234673470070794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2007/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428512280670845826.post-8586513128965449310</id><published>2007-11-28T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:13:27.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>A quick view at things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is quite challenging to write that first post. I don't even know if anyone will even read this.. HaHa. But thats okay. I'm going to give you a quick view at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1CgjgASuKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jZf-hspm8v0/s1600-R/IMG_0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138783706576763042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1CgjgASuKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8XQR3dJhVhg/s320/IMG_0889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am going to turn 20 soon!&lt;br /&gt;The semester is almost over so i'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and love now lives in Taiwan..Phew its hard.&lt;br /&gt;Two of my greatest friends, AshBash and Bree (Ashley and Brianne) are getting MARRIED! On the same weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw a Girl's night for AshBash. but I don't even know were to start. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thats it for now. But i'm sure i'll be putting other things up here soon. Like pictures! I'm at work right now...and should really be working right? I better get to it. ^o^ That is Ashley and I up top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2428512280670845826-8586513128965449310?l=damarisyael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/feeds/8586513128965449310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2428512280670845826&amp;postID=8586513128965449310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/8586513128965449310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2428512280670845826/posts/default/8586513128965449310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damarisyael.blogspot.com/2007/11/quick-view-at-things.html' title='A quick view at things...'/><author><name>Damaris Yael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776584130060402951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R0-QC47LqDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zaWxxfy6LJg/S220/IMG_1690.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JO4NRB-BCdM/R1CgjgASuKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8XQR3dJhVhg/s72-c/IMG_0889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
