<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6984826555862403668</id><updated>2024-09-25T21:07:58.477-07:00</updated><category term="Personal"/><category term="Health"/><category term="Article"/><category term="General"/><category term="computer"/><category term="Animals"/><category term="Cooking"/><category term="Healht"/><category term="Information"/><category term="Living"/><category term="Travel"/><category term="Women and Motherhood"/><category term="gadget"/><category term="technology"/><title type='text'>Gazelle Modelo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-5400597347805065335</id><published>2011-07-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:34:39.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niece&#39;s Birthday at Jollibee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmjZg_sbXD0yLEqz8a415_YcaYAUAbNndH4HVVQGK3tFVyBawY2VUXME4m24DYB8-aA2PeaLOjsuut_hszjEGxz3ZepeyNk7MfIiAfcuSaaAJJ1JccW4lTboD8bBA1kAeRwPBx0sDW5k/s1600/SDC11942+-+Copy.JPG&quot; 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May 2010 while having a vacation on Morong Star Beach Resort, Bataan&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4378838495218141455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/4378838495218141455?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/4378838495218141455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/4378838495218141455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/trip-at-zoobic-zafari.html' title='Trip at Zoobic zafari'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxGkPKOs8WCumXAgoJ-o_fEvEDFqTTA9qUKTNgOVpvS7brGb5qDXvXYc34czkI_onlh77v8KBAHEw1rowtITLsQtJWijrpapHAdbLprPt3WHXtHBNJeroZBnqEx-G-ZK1LnwRpOkSYiM/s72-c/39071_147140328644804_100000465133974_399631_6646601_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-3571062031710401810</id><published>2011-04-28T01:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T05:27:21.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://galleries.cetrine.net/?p=pctiojnmrip&quot; 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onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMTqGn_7mVwfjGkfdGtNVpb90aWPc_JeuX2xAUdKuMCunTb_YKGqM6Oo40JJBbnJboJxwgxGBYq4Zf9D7hx3spnA-WJ3ZcGT9THUnJpRA-qrt10WWsGO6xmys8Or0wThqr4x9eIfKAAvE/s320/30075_1454571531862_1460536238_2344919_916909_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600545543347898946&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Island hopping at Caramoan Island, April 2010.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5066371708267954867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/5066371708267954867?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/5066371708267954867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/5066371708267954867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-family.html' title='My family'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMTqGn_7mVwfjGkfdGtNVpb90aWPc_JeuX2xAUdKuMCunTb_YKGqM6Oo40JJBbnJboJxwgxGBYq4Zf9D7hx3spnA-WJ3ZcGT9THUnJpRA-qrt10WWsGO6xmys8Or0wThqr4x9eIfKAAvE/s72-c/30075_1454571531862_1460536238_2344919_916909_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-6995278772000680777</id><published>2010-10-03T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:49:55.136-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer"/><title type='text'>Computer joysticks</title><content type='html'>A computer joysticks is an input device consisting of a stick that pivots on a base and reports its angle or direction to the device it is controlling. Joysticks are often used to control video games, and usually have one or more push-buttons whose state can also be read by the computer. A popular variation of the joystick used on modern video game consoles is the analog stick.The joystick has been the principal flight control in the cockpit of many aircraft, particularly military fast jets, where centre stick or side-stick location may be employed. Joysticks are also used for controlling machines such as cranes, trucks, underwater unmanned vehicles and zero turning radius lawn mowers. Miniature finger-operated joysticks have been adopted as input devices for smaller electronic equipment such as mobile phones. Most joysticks are two-dimensional, having two axes of movement (similar to a mouse), but one and three-dimensional joysticks do exist. A joystick is generally configured so that moving the stick left or right signals movement along the X axis, and moving it forward (up) or back (down) signals movement along the Y axis. In joysticks that are configured for three-dimensional movement, twisting the stick left (counter-clockwise) or right (clockwise) signals movement along the Z axis. These three axes - X Y and Z - are, in relation to an aircraft, roll, pitch, and yaw.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6995278772000680777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/6995278772000680777?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6995278772000680777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6995278772000680777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2010/10/computer-joysticks.html' title='Computer joysticks'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-8673625287148345394</id><published>2010-09-21T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:53:25.350-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer"/><title type='text'>viruses create chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a virus checker, when was the last time you updated it? You’d be surprised at how many people say, “Huh?” You can update these for free and should at least once a week. Newer versions even do it for you. Be wary of opening e-mails with attachments, even from those you know. Scan every one with your virus software first. Keep backups of your hard drive that are three or four days old and constantly rotate them so you will have a virus-free version at all times. Viruses seem to love to attack on Monday, though there is no real pattern. Always update your virus program on Monday, at the very least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8673625287148345394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/8673625287148345394?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/8673625287148345394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/8673625287148345394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2010/09/viruses-create-chaos.html' title='viruses create chaos'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-4050622134827072992</id><published>2008-10-12T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:58:08.079-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Living"/><title type='text'>The Hand me down victim</title><content type='html'>The hand me down victim is sometimes poor, or poorer than her rich relations. Sensitive and sentimental, she dislikes hurting other people&#39;s feelings. So she gets a lot of strange donations, usually from her husband&#39;s family although I know one who got a particularly loathsome estate from her own favorite uncle. She loved the uncle too much to get rid of the furniture. A guilt legacy is unusual, though. More often the lucky recipient &quot; just happen to need a new sofa. I know you&#39;ll just love this. Its too good to throw out&quot;. Needless to say its not good enough to keep either, but the Hand me Down to say no.&lt;br /&gt;The Hand me down Victim must fight back or be inundated in junk and peculiar antiques. The two best weapons are outright refusal and subterfuge.&lt;br /&gt;If the donation is really shot, just refuse it. Such offered are vaguely insulting, anyway, but usually emanate from well-intentioned relatives who just hate to throw things out.&lt;br /&gt;If the piece is valuable or a sentimental heirloom but not your taste, try fading-heirloom trick. This usually works when you really don&#39;t want the piece but love the person who gave it to you and don&#39;t want to hurt feelings.  A friend of mine, Lilia, once received a large Victorian cabinet from a dear aunt who visited regularly. As is so often the case, the most interest in the piece is in the both cabinet and her Aunt&#39;s generosity. Everybody admired it, and her Aunt was pleased that Lilia appreciate it enough to put it in a place of prominence. Three months later, Lilia moved it into the hallway and over the next three months Lilia edged the cabinet down the hall. Next she was inspired to move it into the guest room. Such a useful piece, why I didn&#39;t think of that before. After it had been in the guest room a year she gave it to a young relation who actually admired it-a Victorian buff. Lilia told her Aunt,&quot; Much as I liked that piece, I just couldn&#39;t turn Mary Ellen down-she loved it so much she cried when I gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;All were evasions, of course, except that Mary Ellen really did want the cabinet badly. This technique often works well for savings people&#39;s feelings. So just be grateful at the onset and then keep edging that gift down that hall.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4050622134827072992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/4050622134827072992?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/4050622134827072992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/4050622134827072992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/10/hand-me-down-victim.html' title='The Hand me down victim'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-4221427219509241673</id><published>2008-06-17T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:54:45.586-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Article"/><title type='text'>Different Translation to Study</title><content type='html'>One of my Uncle wanted to study different languages. He even encourage us his niece to study with him. He wanted to travel in different countries and places. And when he traveled he wanted to know more about the place that just enjoy the place but know more about their languages.He wanted to travel with us. But not all of us had a capability to come with him anytime.&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s why he assigned each one of us his niece a language that we will be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had already mastered &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.iaflindia.com/&quot;&gt;India translation&lt;/a&gt; when she was in college. One of her professor taught her about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.iaflindia.com/Indian_translations.html&quot;&gt;translation India&lt;/a&gt;. That&#39;s why it is easy for her to study the language again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did study &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Arabic translation why? because my husband already went somewhere in the Middle East and had taught me some of their conversational words, also I had their dictionary. But my Uncle did want me study also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.iaflindia.com/Hindu_translation.html&quot;&gt;Hindi translation&lt;/a&gt; because it will be the first place for this month that he will visit. Well I just hope I can learn their language easily so I can come with my Uncle when he went to the country. I am really hoping I can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4221427219509241673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/4221427219509241673?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/4221427219509241673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/4221427219509241673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/06/different-translation-to-study.html' title='Different Translation to Study'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-2259495968744908736</id><published>2008-05-23T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:17:21.771-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><title type='text'>Sniff your sense</title><content type='html'>Do you know that if your nose is at its best, you can tell the difference between 4000 to 10,000 smells. People who cannot smell have a condition called &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;anosmia&lt;/span&gt;. As you get older, your sense of smell becomes weaker. Children are more likely to have a better sense of smell than your parents or grandparents.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2259495968744908736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/2259495968744908736?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/2259495968744908736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/2259495968744908736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/05/sniff-your-sense.html' title='Sniff your sense'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-8213564650136964338</id><published>2008-05-23T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:24:24.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For a Girl Now a Women</title><content type='html'>My friend is before a very childish. Me and my friend was thinking if when can she feel that she already a women. We are all the same age, but she is very childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one time she introduced her boyfriend to us from then we find her changing a lot. From the attitude, the way she talks, the way she dressed up and her lifestyle. Really having special someone in your life can make a big changes in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By next month she is going to be married to her boyfriend. So me and my friend decided to look in the internet a nice gift for her. We found justbare.com. A perfect gift for her. A lot of different &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.justbare.com/&quot;&gt;sexy lingerie&lt;/a&gt; right right for her. We choose different pair and purchased them. My friends and I are excited to give her the gifts. We were just waiting for the date of her wedding to come.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8213564650136964338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/8213564650136964338?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/8213564650136964338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/8213564650136964338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-girl-now-women.html' title='For a Girl Now a Women'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-3957937546314515190</id><published>2008-05-18T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:56:07.412-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Article"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s so easy to cut Tv</title><content type='html'>The events are out there, you just have to decide to look for them and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you start to break the uniformity of your routine, while keeping in mind that you still have responsibilities to fulfill, you&#39;ll start to feel pumped up and ready to get out of bed again and start to work, instead of hitting that snooze button on you alarm clock for the tenth time in a row. Not only will you feel alive again, but you&#39;ll feel like you are growing as a person and that you can take more on. You&#39;ll also find that once you start to step out your standard range of activities more and more new things to do outside your house, and your friends start to come to you for ideas on what to do. Then, not only will you be refreshed, but like a virus making its way outward, so will your social guide.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3957937546314515190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/3957937546314515190?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/3957937546314515190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/3957937546314515190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-so-easy-to-cut-tv.html' title='It&#39;s so easy to cut Tv'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-6371408964606110821</id><published>2008-05-18T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:36:32.137-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><title type='text'>Get Past the Stress</title><content type='html'>If you live on your own and are in the 20 to 30 age bracket, chances are you have a sing full of dishes that aren&#39;t going to clean themselves. Do them. The sound of the running water and the circular scrubbing motions are in the same vein of the exercises I did. It&#39;s boring, but you feel like a  zombie extra in a movie film. If you don&#39;t live on your own, find something else to do instead of banging your head against the wall. That&#39;s taking mind numbing activities too literally and I&#39;m guessing is more counterproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you choose to do, you&#39;re aiming for an end result of moving forward, because stress has a tendency to make us just stop dead in our tracks until whatever shifts us into gear comes along. This is your attempt to move out of neutral gear on you own, like when you have to press restart because your PC is frozen.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6371408964606110821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/6371408964606110821?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6371408964606110821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6371408964606110821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-past-stress.html' title='Get Past the Stress'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-3330830847695345342</id><published>2008-05-18T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:27:36.214-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal"/><title type='text'>Find Yourself Breaking Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Your life is built around you. What you decide to do with it determines what you get out of it, and with new season just now done with, it&#39;s likely you&#39;ve had some resolutions, and quite possibly already quit them. Let&#39;s repeat: your life is built around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you made a resolution, you didn&#39;t decide to make it because you knew it was the best things for you to do. Avoid falling into old routines and habits that are counter to your resolutions, strive to make them a life choice and ultimately, build a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself breaking resolutions, that&#39;s ok, because if it was that easy to do, it wouldn&#39;t have needed to be a resolution in the first place. Just try again. A friend was recently able to quit smoking , and she did it by sticking with her choice and refusing to fall back into old habits, even though the majority of her day is surrounded by smokers. She&#39;s building her life around what she wants it to be, not letting the life around her decide for her.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3330830847695345342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/3330830847695345342?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/3330830847695345342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/3330830847695345342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/05/find-yourself-breaking-resolutions.html' title='Find Yourself Breaking Resolutions'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-1705157966733924794</id><published>2008-05-07T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:18:33.522-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gadget"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="technology"/><title type='text'>The Music Addict</title><content type='html'>Everyone of us like listening to music even when we were kids we listen to music and dance with it&#39;s tune. But there are times you like listening alone. Like having a gadget on your pocket and listen to music every time you like, anywhere you are, and also any louder you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new gadget in the internet called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/iPods&quot;&gt;ipod&lt;/a&gt; in a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shopwiki.com/&quot;&gt;shopping website&lt;/a&gt;. With different model of ipod you can choose whatever you like. My favorite was the ipod touch just like my cellphone it was also  had a touch screen,easy to navigate gadgets. I prefer this kind of gadgets because it was easy to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to purchased this ipod so I continue browsing the online shopping until I found and got satisfy with the product description of an 8GB Apple &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shopwiki.com/detail/?q=iPod+touch+8GB+to+32GB&amp;amp;s=213363&amp;amp;o=201543064&amp;amp;d=Apple+iPod+touch+-+A+16GB&quot;&gt;ipod touch&lt;/a&gt;. With this new gadgets I will surely enjoy listening to my favorite music. I can even share it with  my friends and relative. I can&#39;t wait to listen music using this new technology in music&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1705157966733924794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/1705157966733924794?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/1705157966733924794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/1705157966733924794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-addict.html' title='The Music Addict'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-6779596049895336638</id><published>2008-05-03T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:26:05.774-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal"/><title type='text'>Label Yourself</title><content type='html'>People have different attitudes. Some tend to be energetic, action-oriented, talkative and assertive. They like to join group activities in school and in the community. They are likely to enjoy time spent with other people than time spent alone. These people are called &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;extroverts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others tend to focus on their thoughts and ideas. They enjoy activities that do not involve other people such as reading and watching televisions. They are more likely to spend time alone, not because of shyness, but because they want to. These people are called &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;introverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Those who enjoy social interactions, but also relish time alone and away from he crowds are called &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;ambiverts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6779596049895336638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/6779596049895336638?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6779596049895336638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6779596049895336638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/05/label-yourself.html' title='Label Yourself'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-4869788433090895904</id><published>2008-05-03T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:13:32.211-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Healht"/><title type='text'>Animal that Heals</title><content type='html'>Many people have pets. Pets come in different forms, sizes, and kinds. People take care of pets because of different reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets provide a constant source of comfort.They can also make people feel safe and unconditionally accepted. Pets can also be faithful servants to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, pet ave gone beyond being just faithful companions, they can now be used to heal sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of animals to help heal patients and assist in their recovery is often called &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;pet therapy&lt;/span&gt;. Pet therapy or &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;animal-assisted therapy&lt;/span&gt; is performed by volunteers who visits hospital patients with their trained animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visiting pet has a healing effect to patients. Many patients can&#39;t help but smile and feel better when they hug a dog or stroke a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are the most commonly used animal in pet therapy. Dogs are naturally playful. When you ask a dog to do something, it will usually obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases, cats are used because of their charming nature. Fishes in an aquarium at a dentist&#39;s clinic are used to calm down patients. It really does not matter what kind of pet is used as long as the patient is interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, health care professionals have noticed that the healing effects of animal companions in hospitals. Animal can help patients relieve stress and can also lower their blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit from a pet can also help get information about the patient&#39;s past activities through memory recall. A conversation with the patients about the pet&#39;s visit improves speech and communication skills. Walking a dog, reaching to touch a cat or bending to pet rabbit improve motor skills and the physical characteristics of a patient. People who are lonely may respond to the unconditional love that a pet can offer. Pets helps reduce anxiety and loneliness because of the entertainment they give. In another manner, cuddling a dog or a cat makes a patients feel more relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocence of animals and their ability to love unconditionally makes them special. Anyone who needs the healing power of a pet to ease his tiredness, sickness and loneliness can be assured of loyalty service from these faithful creatures.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4869788433090895904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/4869788433090895904?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/4869788433090895904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/4869788433090895904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/05/animal-that-heals.html' title='Animal that Heals'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-3118811490875809122</id><published>2008-04-26T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:39:07.999-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><title type='text'>Stress In our Life</title><content type='html'>Stress is the physical and psychological responses to different ways of what a person experience and what a person want. It is also the emotional and physical strain we feel causes by our reply to pressure from the outside world our daily activities, from our workplace, and households chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A persons daily life, everyday activities, and different cases we face everyday would lead to face stress. Stress is a very important element in our life. A part of our life, everyone can say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s almost impossible to live without stress. It is hard to say to calm yourself and to relax if we know we have worries. But is stress gets out of control, it may harm ourselves, our health even our relationships with people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress can take on many different forms and can gives us symptoms of illness. Also facing a lack of energy in such circumstances is a sign indicates that we are experiencing under stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t let stress make you feel sick. As a mother we are the one carrying a higher form of stress. Sometimes we are not aware of this but this is true. Try getting some exercises, physical activities can helps relieve our muscles as well as helps our moods. It that way we can relax and that&#39;s a good sign of relieving stress.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3118811490875809122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/3118811490875809122?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/3118811490875809122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/3118811490875809122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/04/stress-in-our-life.html' title='Stress In our Life'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-6414763906113705405</id><published>2008-04-20T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:31:06.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bloglog</title><content type='html'>I just added a new blog on  my bloglog.&lt;br /&gt;I still want to know more about blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mybloglog.com/buzz/community/gazellemodelo/&quot; rel=&quot;98d6a2025d93dc05ef74dff455486f9efa7277f3&quot;&gt;Undergoing MyBlogLog Verification&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6414763906113705405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/6414763906113705405?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6414763906113705405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6414763906113705405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-bloglog.html' title='My bloglog'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-28395243275337</id><published>2008-04-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:43:47.297-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Information"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>Looking for an India Blog</title><content type='html'>A cousin asked me if I know an &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myindia.blog.de/&quot;&gt;India blog&lt;/a&gt;, a blog about india. She is a high school student and her parents work in India. She said her parents meet an indian living in the West while working as at a company. Since then she became interested about indian. I told her a friend of mine gave me a site for cultural communication. She said she will visit the site and add this to her research.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/28395243275337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/28395243275337?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/28395243275337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/28395243275337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-for-india-blog.html' title='Looking for an India Blog'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-801238610546271342</id><published>2008-04-11T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T03:24:36.404-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women and Motherhood"/><title type='text'>Being a mother and a wife</title><content type='html'>Being a mother of two kids was not just easy. Having a little girl of age three and a boy at the age of five. Taking care of them like keeping them clean, preparing their food was a norm for us mother. But with the two of them always quarrel. What will you do? You know what I always do? I don&#39;t get their both side. I always say to my little boy to always have patience with her sister. And for my little girl. I told her to give respect always to his brother because when they get old her brother will be the one to be always besides him. I just wish at their young ages they will remember what I am saying is for their own good.&lt;br /&gt;                As a wife I make sure to serve my husband with all my very best. I serve my family with all my love that&#39;s why I don&#39;t feel tired every time I do the household. As a wife I make sure to always show my husband how I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;                So for me the two responsibilities was not hard just always put your heart in all the things you do and it will lessen your burdens.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/801238610546271342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/801238610546271342?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/801238610546271342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/801238610546271342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-mother-and-wife.html' title='Being a mother and a wife'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-8528153022729088955</id><published>2008-04-07T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:02:34.383-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cooking"/><title type='text'>Cooking French Fries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:B-WTHcJ90wiEnM:http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/975/80009511.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:B-WTHcJ90wiEnM:http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/975/80009511.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                My kids loves to eat French fries, but I cannot afford to always buy them French fried in a fast food chain. My budget will suffer if I always buy them French fries. But one time as I was in the supermarket in a mall I saw a precooked fries. I remember the time I was working in a fast food chain as a counter person sometimes I was assigned in fries station. Your duty is to make sure that there is always an available fries. But you make sure that the fries is in high quality standard, means still hot and fresh not cold and saggy.&lt;br /&gt;                So when I purchased a precooked fries I already know how to cook it. The first time, fries is not that crispy but my kids still eat. Then the next time I cooked French fries it is still frozen but my little girl can&#39;t wait to eat to I put the frozen fries in the a high temperature cooking oil with a high flame. After a few minutes the fries is cooked and the quality of the products is very good. The fries is crispy and tasty. So from that moment I always cook the fried even it is frozen. I also told my mother my experience. She said she&#39;ll do the same procedure also next time she cooked fries.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8528153022729088955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/8528153022729088955?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/8528153022729088955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/8528153022729088955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/04/cooking-french-fries.html' title='Cooking French Fries'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-6119896311716666461</id><published>2008-03-07T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:04:14.792-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal"/><title type='text'>Sailormoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEips5YOdw3D3yD-ZV-iUKNqXa_t-FpR96tXeVAD5upRkJJYhAMNCO6YIyrsnx1ykpSDA7Cs0ebpmALVT0ZECgt4wvsLmPDtCrQQHebTdzDINaDVrkrze_g2JjJWnBxA3ioXPmCpzuOS6aE/s1600-h/sailorm.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEips5YOdw3D3yD-ZV-iUKNqXa_t-FpR96tXeVAD5upRkJJYhAMNCO6YIyrsnx1ykpSDA7Cs0ebpmALVT0ZECgt4wvsLmPDtCrQQHebTdzDINaDVrkrze_g2JjJWnBxA3ioXPmCpzuOS6aE/s320/sailorm.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179444692314857890&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Since childhood I like the anime character Sailormoon. Not just because we were the same long hair. I like her images and her descriptions. At first I only think that I will just like her because I was a child. But now at my age, I still like her. I thought I don&#39;t like her anymore. But one time I saw my sister surfing the net I saw her searching for an images of sailormoon. Then she asked me if why did I adore sailormoon when I was a child. I said to her you look at her images. Isn&#39;t she cute and adoring. As she explore the images she also admire my favorite character an asked me if how can she put the images in her cellphone. I teach her how, then from that day she like looking at her cellphone. Not because of the text messages. But looking at her wallpaper.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6119896311716666461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/6119896311716666461?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6119896311716666461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6119896311716666461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/03/sailormoon.html' title='Sailormoon'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEips5YOdw3D3yD-ZV-iUKNqXa_t-FpR96tXeVAD5upRkJJYhAMNCO6YIyrsnx1ykpSDA7Cs0ebpmALVT0ZECgt4wvsLmPDtCrQQHebTdzDINaDVrkrze_g2JjJWnBxA3ioXPmCpzuOS6aE/s72-c/sailorm.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-7004348213056649384</id><published>2008-03-07T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:08:38.868-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal"/><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABHDLSdmC4kG6ZZFRRI1Yqj_x-zIsixVZlWsjUWW_1jg03O9t6TF5Qzjjq_W_lj_t1rth1vMDgjTmD6y3Tj5Dr_7oDdRazKIynB5ueEV15Tq6DFjZ1l7oisvo_Asd6AOujy6GENYYGJk/s1600-h/dreaming.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABHDLSdmC4kG6ZZFRRI1Yqj_x-zIsixVZlWsjUWW_1jg03O9t6TF5Qzjjq_W_lj_t1rth1vMDgjTmD6y3Tj5Dr_7oDdRazKIynB5ueEV15Tq6DFjZ1l7oisvo_Asd6AOujy6GENYYGJk/s320/dreaming.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179451216370180530&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        Everyone has a dream, no one can denies it. I dreamed to be a newscaster someday when I was a little girl. But as I grow old I don&#39;t like it anymore. I once dreamed of designing my own building. At that time, I like playing Barbie dolls and creating their house. Once I created a building toy made of building blocks. then I grow old, and technology also is developing.&lt;br /&gt;After I graduated secondary school, my father told me to get a course of computer analysis I asked him what computer analysis is all about. He said as the word itself analyzing computer. But when I&#39;m inquiring about the course. It so hard to look for a school with that course that interest me. What I want in a school is just nearby our house to save money from transportation. And that I don&#39;t have to bring allowances for my meals. While inquiring with that course I also read about programming. That you can create your own game by studying this course. So, I told my father I will take the course. He agreed and just remind me to take seriously on my course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7004348213056649384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/7004348213056649384?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/7004348213056649384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/7004348213056649384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABHDLSdmC4kG6ZZFRRI1Yqj_x-zIsixVZlWsjUWW_1jg03O9t6TF5Qzjjq_W_lj_t1rth1vMDgjTmD6y3Tj5Dr_7oDdRazKIynB5ueEV15Tq6DFjZ1l7oisvo_Asd6AOujy6GENYYGJk/s72-c/dreaming.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-6515158412324665780</id><published>2008-03-07T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:09:56.183-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><title type='text'>A Mother and A Friend</title><content type='html'>I had a co-student before that is already a mother of a little boy. She become my friend, she also become my mother. Because I&#39;m far away from home. My parents is in the province only phone is our communication. I&#39;m a busy person I study at the morning then I work at the evening. I have to be a working student so I can have a money for my extra curricular expenses. Like for my meals and my prepaid loads. My friend, she&#39;s a good mother to his son. She always take care of her son. She always prepare his things before going to school. She&#39;s also a good wife she support her husband in their business.&lt;br /&gt;            Now that I&#39;m a mother I know how hard it is to be a mother. But when I think of her, it made me think she do even more than what I&#39;m doing now. So there no reason for me to say it&#39;s so hard. I remember she love what she&#39;s doing that&#39;s why she don&#39;t take it hard. I wish I could be one someday.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6515158412324665780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/6515158412324665780?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6515158412324665780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/6515158412324665780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/03/mother-and-friend.html' title='A Mother and A Friend'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6984826555862403668.post-8006779692121726367</id><published>2008-03-07T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:10:42.431-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><title type='text'>Little Friend</title><content type='html'>I had a friend when I was in college her name is Leny. She&#39;s intelligent, friendly, obedient, she&#39;s a black beauty. But there seems a problem with her height. My height is 5&#39;2. I don&#39;t remember her exact height but I remember when she walks beside me. Her height is up to my shoulder. Some of the instructors keep on asking her if she really sure that she was a college student or a primary students. But, even if she&#39;s small she&#39;s so smart.&lt;br /&gt;                We asked her to be the leader of our thesis group. She said she can&#39;t. All of her friend encourage her to be the leader with her knowledge she can be one. Student can laugh but they don&#39;t know what she can do. She is not just my classmate. She is also my friend. We get together so many times. We eat our lunch together with our friends. But for all of our friend, she&#39;s the only one I tell my secrets.&lt;br /&gt;                Now its been a long time ago we didn&#39;t have a communication. I&#39;m hoping she can read my blog and remember me as a friend.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Atoms&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8006779692121726367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6984826555862403668/8006779692121726367?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/8006779692121726367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6984826555862403668/posts/default/8006779692121726367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazellemodelo.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-friend.html' title='Little Friend'/><author><name>gazelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918303231828109806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JO0z3jttgDViBQrw10otS-4DmzvIMf2Sb5MTBSLlZWMjwlF9gdGH61SH7ApxEfOPpZuiX8C-rP0-NsywLxEo_9nwgDkF0mlcgJis6CD3fVTnAoseTubsMuiD8ZGetA/s220/moonshade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>