<?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-8634712497734399182</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:40:59.474-08:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>Life</title><subtitle type='html'>God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-7270222718320362441</id><published>2010-12-27T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:39:16.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Where to begin with 2010? Ehh lets just say this year wasn't my year...but I sure am still as thankful as ever. I guess you could say this year ended with a goodbye to my home of 12 years -California. January was filled with last minute hang outs, packing, and many tears as I got ready for an 18 hour drive to my new home Seattle. I haven't been back since, and I'm not going to lie...there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss it. You think I'd be use to moving by now since I move back and fourth to Alaska every summer. But nope. It was definitely the hardest thing I've had to go through. The bright side I suppose? I got to start over! New school, new friends, new house! A short 4 months later summer came along, and like every summer of course I spent it working in Alaska. It consisted of hanging with the coworkers, random family parties, and hiking adventures! Twas a pretty alright summer if I do say so myself. From August on out, Seattle hasn't been THAT bad. I learned to enjoy my classes at Bellevue, found some pretty cool new friends, and have really enjoyed that most of my family lives so close to me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Two highlights of the end of my year: Most definitely my trip to New York to visit Erica in November :) It was my first time traveling alone as well as being on the east coast! It was only a short amount of time but maaan I love NY! Too many laughs during that trip, it was like we hung out yesterday. My other highlight was my cousin Sandras wedding. So much preparation had the whole family together 24/7 !  Everyone was in and out of our house, family flew in, random decoration trips. It was insane yet so fun at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;December 27...sad to say I can't believe Christmas is already over :( What saddens me is not the fact Christmas is over, but the fact that the whole world won't be celebrating Our Savior with us anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;‎"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Christmas for the nonbeliever is to feel for one day what the Christian feels everyday." -Greg Laurie. This quote is so true. For the Christian it feels like Christmas everyday because we have that joy and "feeling" inside of us - the Holy Spirit! We are happy that Christ came to give us that ultimate gift and celebrate together each time we study his Word! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm surprisingly looking forward to 2011. This is going to be my year :) I've adjusted to Seattle. Community groups start in Jan. I'm planning on transferring schools next quarter. Maybe a trip to Cali spring break. Vegas in April for a karate tourny. &amp;amp; I'LL BE TURNING 21!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lets see what God has planned for me this year, I'm ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-7270222718320362441?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/7270222718320362441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7270222718320362441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7270222718320362441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-7743251371775268329</id><published>2010-11-07T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:08:53.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nov 7th</title><content type='html'>Its currently Novem freaking BERRR already! I don't even know how that happens. Anyways...my plan was to move back to California this spring but plans change! I would've loved to go to Masters College, except financially I think its just way too expensive and impossible for me to afford. I was also contemplating on majoring in kinesiology. Although, sad to say - I don't think I can afford that either. Since I've already taken most of the core business classes I think its best I just stick it out and get that degree asap. I'm still at Bellevue College for this quarter, which hasn't been too bad. I'm only taking small group communications and geography which is super easy. I visited SPU this week, and eh its alright. Definitely doesn't par up to Biola's standards. But hey as long as the professors are teaching what the Bible says ....then I'm good. All I know is I really wanna get back into a University the first chance I get! Since its quarter system here, I was thinking I could go to SPU winter quarter...take a break Spring quarter save up and maybe take a few courses at Bellevue...and go back to SPU fall quarter. Thats the plan! UNLESS I win the lottery then I'll never have to step into a classroom ever again hallelujah ! Other than school...life hasn't been THAT bad. I'm actually enjoying all the time I get to spend with my family. I've also met a ton of new friends this quarter which has been pretty cool getting to know them. So all in all I'm getting more content with everything as time passes by.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlights: 3 weeks ago I totally took a mini vacation and went to New York to visit one of my besties! It was my first time traveling alone like a big girl! My trip was amazing and I love it there! I got to check off "Take a picture in times square" on my bucket list! I don't really have super close friends here in Seattle...so it was nice having someone to be my weird self with again! Its kinda crazy how almost a year went by and its like nothing ever changed! And I love it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another highlight! This weekend is Seattle's first Harvest Crusade hosted by Greg Laurie! I don't know any other word to describe it except for amazing. Its crazy how everyone has their own stories yet thousands of people gathered together to worship God...or even more crazier to meet Him for the first time. Someone giving their life to Christ is one of the most beautiful things you can witness in life. Not to mention the most important! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random thoughts: November 2010. I can't believe Christmas time isn't that far away! Just a year ago, I was still living in Cali...finishing up my semester at IVC...working at Coast Hills ..still makin my way over to Biola every Thursday for Maharlika and hanging with the besties on weekends...oh and how could I forget falling in 'love' before my big move to WA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how things have changed. I miss my old life so much, you have no idea. I miss everyone who use to be in it. Those memories will always be there, I can't dwell in the past. Its the present and future that I gotta make count now :) Dang this was a well thought out blog. I wonder how long it'll take for me to write another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-7743251371775268329?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/7743251371775268329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/11/nov-7th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7743251371775268329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7743251371775268329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/11/nov-7th.html' title='nov 7th'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-8270182306388989558</id><published>2010-11-01T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:42:43.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>I really want to update this. But my thoughts and life are just everywhere. Fail. What...its November?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-8270182306388989558?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/8270182306388989558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8270182306388989558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8270182306388989558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4700640371392708228</id><published>2010-07-28T02:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:28:54.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>Seems like the days are going by super slow, yet when I look back I have no idea where the time went. Life is definitely falling into place for me. I have my classes set for this fall at Bellevue College and I finally got accepted to Masters College in Cali, which I hope to go to this spring if it works out :) And on top of that, I think I've decided I'm taking a break with the whole majoring in business deal. I'm moving on to kinesiology or sports medicine and we'll see where that takes me! Other than that I've been working like crazy, enjoying every minute of my summer even though it hasn't been all that eventful, and treasuring each moment I get with everyone because you know life is too short to take that for granted!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4700640371392708228?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4700640371392708228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/07/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4700640371392708228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4700640371392708228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/07/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-1912342121555049690</id><published>2010-07-13T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:02:48.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>book worm</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY finished the book Captivating after trying to read it for months. HA. I love Gods timing because I stopped and started reading it again at the times I needed to hear it most!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fallen Eve demands people to 'come through' for her. Redeemed Eve is being met in depths of her soul by Christ and is free to offer to others, free to desire, and willing to be disappointed. Fallen Eve has been wounded by others and withdraws in order to protect herself from further harm. Redeemed Eve knows that she has something of value to offer, that she is made for relationship. Therefore being safe and secure in her relationship with her Lord, she can risk being vulnerable with others and offer her true self."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the next books:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twelve Extraordinary Women - John MacArthur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pursuit of God - A W Tozer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning to enjoy getting to know our Savior :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-1912342121555049690?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/1912342121555049690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-worm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1912342121555049690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1912342121555049690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-worm.html' title='book worm'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-7304827644847596423</id><published>2010-07-08T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:42:15.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mission</title><content type='html'>A simple message really hit me the other day. It was straight up the Gospel. We proclaim to be Christians, yet are we really living our lives on a mission for Him? If someone asked you about Jesus, could you whip out your Bible and lay down all the verses that are needed to spread Truth? I guess thats the problem with the church today. We need to be ready and know who He is. Including myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 5 gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke, John....and your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sad part is most people won't read the first 4....they'll only get to yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to studying the Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-7304827644847596423?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/7304827644847596423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/07/mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7304827644847596423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7304827644847596423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/07/mission.html' title='mission'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-7743077959333647451</id><published>2010-07-05T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:54:29.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>I wrote an update about what was going on in my life, only to delete it hah. It wasn't that interesting. My summer has basically been....work. Other than that, this has definitely been a summer where I'm actually taking my walk with God seriously. I usually just blow that off until I get to my "home" church back in Cali or Seattle. Its sad, but its the truth. I guess its different this summer. I actually have the drive to look up and watch sermons on my spare time and study Gods word. It becomes a habit when you have family and friends around you who you can share your thoughts with daily. I've been learning that life is definitely Gods timing and there is no such thing as coincidence. Things and people just happen to be there at that particular moment because God intended it to happen. Sometimes we love it, sometimes we don't. And just the fact that God is the one that controls everything, amazes me in His sovereignty. Words cannot explain how great He is! Not so sure where I was going with this blog, but I just had to get some thoughts out :) till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-7743077959333647451?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/7743077959333647451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/07/july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7743077959333647451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7743077959333647451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/07/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-5870441566935819584</id><published>2010-06-18T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:43:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woooooo</title><content type='html'>2010 NBA CHAMPS LAKERSSSSS BABY!!!!&lt;div&gt;man i so wish i was in LA to riot and party with all fans! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wooohooooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-5870441566935819584?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/5870441566935819584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/06/woooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5870441566935819584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5870441566935819584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/06/woooooo.html' title='woooooo'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-3524655052590624888</id><published>2010-06-17T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:11:59.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats new?</title><content type='html'>In about 3 days I'm off to Alaska for summer again! Can you believe it...summer '10 already. Time just goes by so fast and when I look back to remember it, it doesn't even seem like it happened! But anyways, as for the college situation. I most likely taking 2 courses at Bellevue again this fall and getting a job or internship then I'm off to either Seattle Pacific or The Masters College in Cali next spring....hopefully! Moving to Washington has been a total blur to me. I actually woke up this morning thinkin how it still doesn't feel like home to me. Its all good though my home is in God! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to more important things in life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAKERS VS. CELTICS GAME 7 TONIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that will determine the happiness of my next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-3524655052590624888?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/3524655052590624888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/3524655052590624888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/3524655052590624888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-new.html' title='whats new?'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4188516025708025790</id><published>2010-06-03T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:23:02.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proverbs 31</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure every Christian girl has wanted or strived to be that God fearing Proverbs 31 woman. I've been reading and studying Ruth for the past week. And she is an amazing woman. Her faith in God is incredible, and she obeyed and listened. Simply no questions asked. Her life was definitely torn apart and yet she endured through her trials. She never lost faith and kept loyal to her God. And of course she became the mother of the royal line of David. She became the bride of her redeemer, just like us and Christ. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder and question myself. What if I was in Ruths situation. What would I do?! Would I leave behind my whole life for God? How would I deal if I literally had nothing, and the only thing I had left was God. I've just been so convicted of eeeeverything lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just taking it one day at a time. Its unbelievable how much time and effort frees up when its just me. Its even more crazy how much time I have to give to God when I can say 'nothins in the way, its just You and me'. Thats whats up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 2 weeks left of school. Done with college applications. Then off to Alaska for summer time and work it is.&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/8634712497734399182-4188516025708025790?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4188516025708025790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/06/proverbs-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4188516025708025790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4188516025708025790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/06/proverbs-31.html' title='proverbs 31'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-1297721468248661199</id><published>2010-05-31T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:00:59.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joy joy joy</title><content type='html'>life is happy and when the happy goes away I'm joyful :) I'm learning how to be by myself and have a relationship with God at the same time. And I'm loving this process of it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel blessed that I've been compelled by God to seek Him. Basically my life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-1297721468248661199?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/1297721468248661199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/05/joy-joy-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1297721468248661199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1297721468248661199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/05/joy-joy-joy.html' title='joy joy joy'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-2149252770944675531</id><published>2010-05-25T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:28:56.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>counter</title><content type='html'>to that post below. Despite our downfalls, I still love every single person who has hurt me.&lt;div&gt;Because I put my all in Someone who won't ever let me down :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Givin my life to the only One who makes the moon reflect the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeeep on keepin oooon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-2149252770944675531?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/2149252770944675531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/05/counter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2149252770944675531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2149252770944675531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/05/counter.html' title='counter'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-6284922350706898919</id><published>2010-05-23T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:17:13.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bout everythang</title><content type='html'>You definitely don't get what you want in life. And what you want is sometimes not the best for you and everyone else around you. As hard as it is for me to comprehend, I'm learning that every single person will fail you in life at one point or another. Its the effect of sin. Period. And I hate it. Knowing that, I guess its the way you want to deal with everything. Whether I want to drown and handle everything myself, or know I can't carry everything on my own shoulders and let God carry my burdens.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So besides life's lessons. Life for me hasn't been all that great. Of course, or else I wouldn't be writing right now. If it was my choice, I'd take off this fall- move back to sweet home California and go to The Masters College. If only....I was accepted, my parents would let me, and if I had an extra $30,000. Ha. If only. But I don't, so for know I guess I have to suck it up and live at home while finishing up this quarter at Bellevue College. I don't think I'll ever graduate and this school situation is so stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like everything I thought love was, has been clouded over with some sort of a lie. I actually came on here to rant about all of life and loves stupidness. But I guess there's no point in that. So....I'll end with saying I can't wait for the day God gives me the guy who will love and pursue Him more than he'll ever love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-6284922350706898919?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/6284922350706898919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/05/bout-everythang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6284922350706898919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6284922350706898919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/05/bout-everythang.html' title='bout everythang'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-2885374446692535871</id><published>2010-04-29T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:40:34.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>is almost over?! I shall update this soooon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-2885374446692535871?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/2885374446692535871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/04/april.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2885374446692535871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2885374446692535871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/04/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-7835297789690419343</id><published>2010-03-20T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:30:04.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eh</title><content type='html'>I reaaaally deserve better than this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-7835297789690419343?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/7835297789690419343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7835297789690419343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7835297789690419343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/eh.html' title='eh'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4840940792964086629</id><published>2010-03-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:51:17.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>captivating</title><content type='html'>I started reading this book called Captivating that has been sitting on my shelf for years! People have been telling me to read it so I thought this might be a good time since I'm not school or anything. So far its AMAAAZING!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quest to find Gods heart as well as mine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 things a womans heart desires:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-to be romanced-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo true, every girl wants to be pursued and romanced by someone who loves you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and puts you at the top of their priorities. Dang the sad thing is, I don't think I've ever been truly romanced by any of the guys I've dated. Not just taking me out and buying me stuff. But the type of romancing where he finds God first and respects and pursues me through that. Gaaah my dream lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-to be an irreplaceable role in a great adventure-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh heck yeah thats definitely meeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-for her beauty to unveil-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely the woman God had in mind when He made Eve :) !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4840940792964086629?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4840940792964086629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/captivating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4840940792964086629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4840940792964086629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/captivating.html' title='captivating'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-5651779581742705158</id><published>2010-03-15T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:14:49.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day</title><content type='html'>Its funny how its almost always the people you let down your guard with who hurt you the most. The ones who you love, call best friend, do everything with. Then suddenly life happens and the next thing you know its like you never knew them. I'm pretty sure I've written a blog about this a million times. I suppose its just a re-occuring thing that happens in my life often. I wish all relationships could pause at the moment where we laughed till we cried. I value friendships to the fullest, and to tell you the truth I'm kinda tired of being the hurt one. God is really showing me who's always going to be there for me. Through thick and thin. No matter what.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-5651779581742705158?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/5651779581742705158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5651779581742705158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5651779581742705158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-day.html' title='another day'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4647407732843873331</id><published>2010-03-13T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:23:47.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stories</title><content type='html'>I wonder what reading back at these posts are going to feel like a year from now. So today...dropped all my savings just to go to school this quarter. Funny thing was- I needed the exact amount of money in my bank account in order for my classes to not get dropped. Its weird how God works sometimes..definitely not in our time. But hey when He does what he does...its pretty amazing. I'm broke like no other now. I feel so vulnerable and insecure. I suppose thats where trust comes in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finding out that knowing all my friends are still together hangin out in Cali still hurts. I really wish I could just go back and have everything the way it was. The feeling of missing out really sucks. I really can't get it through my head that I have a new life here. A part of me just won't let go of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, meeting new people and hearing their stories and what they have to say is pretty interesting. I've started going to a new Bible study, and just plain talking about life with sisters in Christ has been a blessing even though I just met them. I love getting to know new people and the chance to share each others lives in the midst of everyones busyness is most definitely a blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone reads this, I swear I'm the most happiestttt person ever. I just come here to vent if my posts seem so....not happy! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4647407732843873331?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4647407732843873331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4647407732843873331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4647407732843873331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/stories.html' title='stories'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4171875612065305556</id><published>2010-03-10T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:48:41.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talks</title><content type='html'>Heard some encouraging words the other  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes you have to trust God and have faith  that he'll meet you in the midst of taking risks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm at a point in my life where everything is uncertain. School...money...love...moving...relationships. I have no idea where I'll be at the end of this year. I just hope I'll make the right decisions and really trust that God will provide and meet me in the middle of all this crazyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I could use some prayers from anyone out there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4171875612065305556?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4171875612065305556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/talks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4171875612065305556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4171875612065305556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/talks.html' title='Talks'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-7017636299015224010</id><published>2010-03-08T23:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:57:02.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just livin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;im frustrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im overwhelmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like everything is going wrong right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can't handle it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Someone comes into your life, and half of you says - danger stay in your cave your no where near ready and the other half says go get them immediately"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend most of my time in my perfect world through movies or music. Thinkin about exactly want I want and how I want my future to turn out to be. Reality is- its making me miss the present. I find myself always complaining about the present, then looking back and thinking how I should have been grateful for what I had back then...because its "worse" now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear every time something good comes my way. I some how manage to either screw it up or life randomly takes it away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'd be a whole lot easier if God just stuck the right path in front of me saying "GO THERE! Thats the college your going to graduate at. Thats the boy your going to marry. Thats the career your going to love. Thats the right decision your going to make".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey I guess thats not how it works and thats how we live life. As for now...all I can say is God I need you so much right now. I feel like I have &lt;i&gt;nobody&lt;/i&gt; helping me. And on top of that I've been putting You at the bottom of my priorities. Whats wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-7017636299015224010?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/7017636299015224010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-livin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7017636299015224010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7017636299015224010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-livin.html' title='just livin.'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-8193658602195007664</id><published>2010-03-02T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:51:32.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bomb post i wrote earlier this summer, thought i'd post it again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-We are being courted by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When the elect get to heaven we are going to be aware of every sin we committed. Indeed, we will be ashamed. But God being sovereign, will be right by our side showing us how he used the worst situations in our lives to show his glory. We will realize how throughout our whole life, our Father has been holding our hand and molding and shaping us to be the person we were created to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The perfect spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A man who can protect, serve, love, and risk his life for you. Someone who will take care and love you for who you are unconditionally. These are the attributes of God x1000. He has all the power in the world, plus the universe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to back Him up. (forrreal, the end of that sentence is the bomb right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes all the small details of theology get in the way, but its the relationship that truly matters in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-8193658602195007664?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/8193658602195007664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/bam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8193658602195007664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8193658602195007664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/03/bam.html' title='BAM'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-273129470657624063</id><published>2010-02-28T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:37:51.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKYROCKEEEEETTTT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S4orPQ_8hAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_H8WNiLOwgE/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-28+at+00.36+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S4orPQ_8hAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_H8WNiLOwgE/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-28+at+00.36+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443210640891872258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeayuh thats gunna be my life in the next couple of weeks.&lt;div&gt;waaaatch out motivation comin through baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaahha maybe im delirious right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really wanna:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get back into reading my Bible and journaling every so often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WORKOUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;start ebaying and wholesaling again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bam bam bam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO TO A COLLEGE I WANT TO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gunna listen to John Piper preach tomorrow at church....hmmm hopefully a good blog is coming soooooooon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-273129470657624063?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/273129470657624063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/skyrockeeeeetttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/273129470657624063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/273129470657624063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/skyrockeeeeetttt.html' title='SKYROCKEEEEETTTT!'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S4orPQ_8hAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_H8WNiLOwgE/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-02-28+at+00.36+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-1984084299612517815</id><published>2010-02-23T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:49:37.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adjusting</title><content type='html'>Been livin in Seattle for almost half a month now? I think I'm over the whining. I still miss Cali like no other though. I guess I can't do anything about it but move on now. Slowly transitioning. Almost moved in my new room. Hangin' with the cousins and fam everyday. Checkin out colleges. Applied to Bellevue College. Found a church. Signed up for a Bible study. I'm ready to get out there and explore my new life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-1984084299612517815?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/1984084299612517815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/adjusting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1984084299612517815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1984084299612517815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/adjusting.html' title='adjusting'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-876442058568675893</id><published>2010-02-15T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T02:06:35.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines</title><content type='html'>This years Valentines day was filled with spending time with the family and coming back home to the one and only Savior. The past couple of weeks haven't exactly been the best, but the hardest transition for everyone in my family- especially for me. Harsh words were yelled that probably shouldn't have been said,countless arguments have gone down that went no where, and stupidity has shown at its finest through all this anger. But besides all that, I guess nothing can separate the love no matter what. Putting all that aside and having a vday lunch over lechon kawali and sinigang always brings us together ;) haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I didn't get to be with my "valentine" today. That was fine with me. Being away hasn't changed my love but it has made me stronger. Its crazy how certain things lead you to paths that you think you would never take but end up needing it. There's never a day where I can't help but miss you so much till it hurts. There's never a moment where I catch you off my mind. Distance has pushed me even further into not wanting to let go. I know what's best for me and I still don't listen. There's just something that my heart can't tear apart with. Memories running through my mind are just breakin me down every single day. Wonder if time will tell, or we'll just fade away, or if you even think the same way about us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Love. What more could I ask for but for another chance. I know I've blown every single "re-do" at life You've given me. I've screwed up so many times and yet here I am still running back to You. God, your all I need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christianity is &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;just a belief, its a lifestyle also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you've believe in Him, its either all or nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And people don't seem to understand that, including I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The apostles walked away from&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; once they followed Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could I really do that if I had to? Leave my family, friends, job, school, EVERYTHING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to follow Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I proclaim to be a Jesus follower, I better be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be screwing around like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People think once they believe- they can do whatever they want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its straight up and simply no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am saying...God I want You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is yours, not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use me for your glory and&lt;b&gt; set my fire ablaze&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-876442058568675893?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/876442058568675893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/876442058568675893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/876442058568675893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines.html' title='valentines'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-2490179113056900159</id><published>2010-02-13T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T03:45:10.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;realization:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;culmination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/culmination" style="color: rgb(77, 78, 81); font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;effectuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;fulfillment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(77, 78, 81); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;waaaay too much thoughts on my mind to even blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#4D4E51;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;wish i had someone to vent to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-2490179113056900159?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/2490179113056900159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/realization-awakening-awareness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2490179113056900159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2490179113056900159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/realization-awakening-awareness.html' title=''/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-5533776576740195976</id><published>2010-02-11T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:33:35.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish you here by my side...in the mean time- I'll be waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-5533776576740195976?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/5533776576740195976/comments/default' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't think anyone really understands what I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my empty room. Leaving the past behind. It's making me&lt;br /&gt;realize how the house is really worth nothing and it's the family&lt;br /&gt;that's in it. I think its crazy to think how I cherished every last&lt;br /&gt;moment I had with the friends I won't be seeing so often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Life is short in general so I suppose we should live life like that. In all of&lt;br /&gt;this, I guess God is always going to be the One who doesn't change.&lt;br /&gt;The one person who never fails and the someone who's always gunna be&lt;br /&gt;there no matter what. This part of my life is done I just need to&lt;br /&gt;accept it....maybe not move on...but never forget and accept that new&lt;br /&gt;things are coming into my life and be thankful for what God has&lt;br /&gt;allowed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized in the past several months who my true friends are. The&lt;br /&gt;ones who'll call me just to see how I'm doing. The ones who try to&lt;br /&gt;keep and mend our friendships and the new ones that'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;for me....even states apart. Together or not it's always gunna be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea how but before I left I managed to fall in love. Seems like nothin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;else matters when I'm with you. In this short period of time&lt;br /&gt;and as crazy as it seems I still don't wanna let it go. And as much as I&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna admit this, its probably the one thing thats pullin me back&lt;br /&gt;from accepting this move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-5733853407087542327?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/5733853407087542327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5733853407087542327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5733853407087542327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss.html' title='miss'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-7438414719492215886</id><published>2010-02-05T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:15:56.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>legit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 11.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 11.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 11.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 11.0px Arial"&gt;I call shotgun because I am the type of girl who with be right next to you through the worst and the best rides of your life. I call shotgun because if something were to happen, I would be right there in the front with one hand before me and the other will be used to protect you. I call shotgun and instead of blowing smoke into your quivering lips, I pass nothing but the good type of love. I call shotgun because there is no one else who is willing to do what I do for you. I call shotgun because baby, I am that ride or die type of woman. I just hope you know that once you call shotgun, it’s a guarantee spot right next to me. I am not the backseat and passively-let-life-go-by type of girl. I will not follow you from behind. Right next to you is where I will be. So what do you say? As for me, you already know. I called it. -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 11.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 11.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shotgun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 11.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 11.0px Arial"&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-7438414719492215886?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/7438414719492215886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/legit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7438414719492215886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7438414719492215886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/legit.html' title='legit.'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-7738084319704319044</id><published>2010-02-04T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:03:05.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinkin</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(61, 25, 87); line-height: 16px; "&gt;When you have to say goodbye you just gotta believe its because you're about to say hello to someone new."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(61, 25, 87); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(61, 25, 87); line-height: 16px; "&gt;I haaaaaaaaate goodbyes &amp;amp; i hate change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(61, 25, 87); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(61, 25, 87); line-height: 16px; "&gt;I wonder what rest of this year is going to be like.&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/8634712497734399182-7738084319704319044?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/7738084319704319044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7738084319704319044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7738084319704319044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinkin.html' title='thinkin'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-59058862724065264</id><published>2010-02-03T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:46:49.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alive in this moment - starfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;- It's been so long since I have met You here&lt;/div&gt;Since I have said these words or cried these tears&lt;br /&gt;And like a child would come I run into our secret place&lt;br /&gt;And as the music fades, the tears are rolling down my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alive in this moment&lt;br /&gt;In this moment I am found&lt;br /&gt;I am alive in this moment&lt;br /&gt;In this moment I belong -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Its kinda weird how music can make you realize certain things at the exact moment you need to hear it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Its been so long where I've been in that place with God. That intimate, close place where I just let go and spend time with Him. Happy or sad -those tears haven't been rollin down my face. My journal pages are empty. Its been so long where I've felt 'alive in that moment' and I want it back. I don't understand how everything seems okay when its not. When your heart isn't right with God, I don't think the rest of your life fits into place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Surrender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-59058862724065264?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/59058862724065264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/alive-in-this-moment-starfield.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/59058862724065264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/59058862724065264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/alive-in-this-moment-starfield.html' title='alive in this moment - starfield'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-5658721555564280157</id><published>2010-02-01T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T02:01:16.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause in my eyes, you'll always be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S2alBjDLnXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ds78BLLcLeI/s1600-h/oomuh"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S2alBjDLnXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ds78BLLcLeI/s400/oomuh" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433211446476119410" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Livin life awake, because you make reality better than dreamin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feelin as if we're both standin on top of the world and can conquer anythin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every moment of every day your on my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it kills me knowing I'm gunna have to leave us behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its only for awhile, don't wait up cause time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a blink of an eye, you'll be mine and I'll be yours again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I only knew that the future would lead me back to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I'd get up and go and stop reminiscing about our first kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause the way you make me feel when I'm with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is nothing compared to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the what ifs and maybes goin through my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm willing to risk it if you'll stay mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can make it through anything and everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause thats how we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proven and lived, our relationship grew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into something better than love, two lives intertwined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fallin and fallin into something deeper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't explain, but to wait it out and save what we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause you make me feel like I could love again,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;when I thought this would be the very end of me.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8634712497734399182-5658721555564280157?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/5658721555564280157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-in-my-eyes-youll-always-be-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5658721555564280157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5658721555564280157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-in-my-eyes-youll-always-be-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S2alBjDLnXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ds78BLLcLeI/s72-c/oomuh' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-779757825975495561</id><published>2010-01-25T00:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:59:52.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What ifs</title><content type='html'>So there I was packing my room away. When all of a sudden it hit me. I'm actually leaving the place where I call home. Happy Maricris. Finally broke down crying face down on my bedroom floor. It's not all the memories I'm going to miss. Because I feel so lucky and blessed to even have those. But it's all of the what ifs and what could have happen if I stayed here? I feel as though everything I had in mind for the future just went down the drain. Like I'm missin out on the life I was suppose to have. I feel so blind to where life is going to take me this year. Walkin' on thin ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is the time where I should give up trying to do what I want and give my life to you huh God?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-779757825975495561?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/779757825975495561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-ifs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/779757825975495561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/779757825975495561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-ifs.html' title='What ifs'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-485747875632726402</id><published>2010-01-23T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:41:11.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind</title><content type='html'>I wish I could just pause life, rewind and keep it there. I seriously am missing the past, loving the present, and terrified of what the future holds. In just a week I'll be packin my life away and moving to Washington. And just the thought of that breaks my heart. Everything I've ever known is here in California. My home, school, friends, past and what not. This past year and a half of college has been one of the most fun times of my liiiife, and to leave it behind just doesn't even makes sense to me. I'm probably just being dramatic but I really can't see myself living there nor enjoying it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on life since the last post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bad for the negativity up there. I'm actually super happy at the moment. And content with life at the moment too, except the whole moving deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day at work today :( I'm gunna miss wrapping those presents at Coast Hills! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December was amazing I must say. Actually January has been just as amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know your gunna read this since we talked about blogs tonight Rome. So I might as well write to you in this, since your basically what happen since my last blog lmao. I'll look back and read how happy I was :D hahah. Anyways, spending the last couple months with you have been beyond amazing and if I could, I would go back in time just to have more time with you. I know it hasn't been that long, but we've been through so much and as you already know I've fallin waaaay hard for you. I can't even imagine how life is gunna be like when I move and not being able to see each other. I just wanna say thanks for being there and puttin a smile on my face everyday :] You've made my last few months in Cali the best they could be :] Its been such a blessing being able to spend so much time with you and getting to know you. You've become one of my best friends and I'm gunna miss you like no other. Lets start our to do lists YEEAHYEAHH! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Never thought I'd find myself like this.&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' the way your constantly on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Amazed how reality is better than dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin 'ain't no place I'd rather be' than in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Breakin down the days we're apart-&lt;br /&gt;Catchin myself,&lt;br /&gt;Listenin to our favorite songs,&lt;br /&gt;And gazing up at the stars,&lt;br /&gt;While replaying our memories like a never ending love story.&lt;br /&gt;They never seem to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd find myself like this.&lt;br /&gt;Falling faster than our lives colliding,&lt;br /&gt;Realizing every silly little thing reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I've found my other half,&lt;br /&gt;Someone I can be myself around,&lt;br /&gt;Smilin at the fact that I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our days seem like weeks,&lt;br /&gt;And our months seem like years,&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart knowing we wont be us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And it scares me to think,&lt;br /&gt;That you'll simply forget even holding my hand.&lt;br /&gt;With all the time spent and memories made,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't trade it for the world even if it ends with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd find myself &lt;b&gt;in love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that&lt;i&gt; someday&lt;/i&gt; we'll find each other again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Note to self: next blog on ephesians 1 (inheritance &amp;amp; blessings) // backsliding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-485747875632726402?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/485747875632726402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/01/rewind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/485747875632726402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/485747875632726402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2010/01/rewind.html' title='rewind'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-6972878180228448624</id><published>2009-12-31T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:10:32.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2009 in pictures :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;2009 highlights :D i love doing this haha enjoy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/jan01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring semester at Biola :] my twinsieee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/feb02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/feb01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/march03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/march04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/march01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/march05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two most white washed filipinos runnin the mabuhay booth HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/april03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TRIP TO THE PHILIPPINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/april02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/april01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like a local haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/april04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally met my fam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/may03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pcn practice :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/may01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maharlika takin over my spring semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/may02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha had to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/may05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day we inspired everyone to start JEEEERKIN ! hahahaa heyall yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/may07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in JUNEAU !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/may06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha filipinos at the movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/june05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/june01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/june04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/june02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/june03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day transformers came out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/july1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of july wif best buddy miyo :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/july06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pretty much sums us up hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/july3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northern Treasures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/july4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;river rafting with chelsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/july2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT ZIPLINING FOR THE FIRST TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/aug03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/aug02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love these girls :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/aug01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/aug05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in cali :] you're a jerk #2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/sept01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/sept02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA fair &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/sept03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about to go clubbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/sept07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disneyland on my 19th (: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/sept05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST DAY EVER MEETING GABE BONDOC hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/sept04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/sept08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY CYRUS CONCERT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/sept09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/oct1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huntington beachy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/oct2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisterhooood of traveling pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/oct4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/oct5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting Gary Valenciano!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/oct3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/nov3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fam on moms bbirthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/nov4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gunna miss my disneyland pass &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/nov1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maharlika family !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/DSC02823copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninjaaaas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/DSC03010copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas partyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/DSC02896copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;santa monica (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/DSC03034copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas lights !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/18640_388912310509_659800509_104015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROADTRIP ROADTRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/17534_389846455303_519815303_103025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEMEXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/18040_393396865509_659800509_104403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/DSC03073copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS MORNING !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b362/LADYMC123/Photoon2009-12-25at10583copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dang....that was one amazing year :]&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&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&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&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;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-6972878180228448624?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/6972878180228448624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-2009-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6972878180228448624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6972878180228448624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-2009-in-pictures.html' title='my 2009 in pictures :]'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4550979747558829549</id><published>2009-11-27T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:27:23.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY</title><content type='html'>I'm amazed how life changes SO fast. &lt;div&gt;I pretty much have everything on my mind except school HA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds exactly like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4550979747558829549?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4550979747558829549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4550979747558829549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4550979747558829549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay.html' title='OKAY'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-2787793672434959404</id><published>2009-11-10T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:28:21.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>This time of year is just so busy! Time to get seriouzz with school, trips, get that monayy for the holidays. Christmas time is coming woohoo ready to bust out my lights and decorate my room! Loooove it. Can't wait for skoos to be over 5 mo weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-2787793672434959404?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/2787793672434959404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/11/november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2787793672434959404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2787793672434959404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4764608170860160979</id><published>2009-11-01T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:26:52.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loyal</title><content type='html'>Not to sound annoying or anything but this blog is pretty much going to be a rant. I'm starting to realize how I don't have even have ONE friend who I can seriously count on. That sounds so loner-ish but hey its what I feel. Its not like I don't have any friends, because don't get me wrong I have tons. It just... who are the ones that I could call on, on a boring Sunday to hang out with me? Text randomly to go have coffee or just talk? Not make plans A MONTH ahead of time just to say we spent time with each other. Eh it just makes me really bummed how I don't feel like I have anyone to call a best friend. I use to feel like I did, then moving to what it feels like a million miles away didn't help. I'm tired of trying to put way too much effort in friendships that don't even mean anything. This isn't pointed out to any one person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its just me - who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come to the conclusion that I reminisce over the past way too much. And I miss those memories that I can never ever go back to. I just wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4764608170860160979?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4764608170860160979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/11/loyal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4764608170860160979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4764608170860160979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/11/loyal.html' title='loyal'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-2599870578423249603</id><published>2009-10-24T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:42:41.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change.</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of at the point where I just don't care where my life goes anymore. Community college sucks beyond belief and I was all about going back to Biola and actually graduating there. But now all that seems so far :( Darn you expensive Cali and college tuition! So I might move to Washington as soon as January or after summer. Which is obviously NOT exactly what I want. But I suppose ya can't always have what you want. I have no idea what I'm doing next semester, and my grades are about as bad as I make IVC out to be. It just stinks leaving everything from my past behind. I hate goodbyes. I hate moving. and I hate change.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides all this disgusting negativity ha. Maybe I'll actually like going to school over there? Maybe I'll meet new friends ORRR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! Hahahaha now I'm being crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is still good and in control - so behind all this whining and complaining I'm still as thankful as ever for just living for Him :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I HATE RAIN TOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-2599870578423249603?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/2599870578423249603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/10/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2599870578423249603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2599870578423249603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/10/change.html' title='change.'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-1203625946326259589</id><published>2009-10-13T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:14:07.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS SUPER!</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why I always get the inspiration to blog late at night. I'm just so excited !&lt;div&gt;So recently, I've been getting connected and super involved with different church services, bible studies, and just studying Gods word more and getting to know Him more in general :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel as if I've seen more the bigger picture, rather than just what I've always understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm not making any sense. But sometimes I question why God does things and  I get frustrated wondering why and what all the reasons could be. But anyways, sometimes we just gotta say "Because He's God, and He can". I've realized how much of my life is a gift. Everything that I have was all given to me, by Him. Every single breath, step, blink I take is all because He allows me! I don't know- I suppose I'm just amazed how powerful He is. Its just amazing how He knew everything before we were even born. Every mistake, achievement, happy, sad moment. Blaaah its just so exciting every time I get to know God more. Like francis chan said, I just can't wait to see our God and for Him to say "Of course I know her, thats my daughter".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM MEEEEEEESMERIZED BY HIS LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When all of a sudden,&lt;br /&gt;I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,&lt;br /&gt;And I realize just how beautiful You are,&lt;br /&gt;And how great Your affections are for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, how He loves us,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves us,&lt;br /&gt;How He loves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-1203625946326259589?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/1203625946326259589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-super.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1203625946326259589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1203625946326259589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-super.html' title='LIFE IS SUPER!'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4567802269924277889</id><published>2009-09-21T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:40:52.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life just seems as if its just passing by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this crazy busy life of mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel as if I don't even know what to do with my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In need of a new start. Its time to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even though I like to keep you mine,&lt;br /&gt;My plan is not to change your mind&lt;br /&gt;I lock the feelings deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;For another time, for another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4567802269924277889?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4567802269924277889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4567802269924277889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4567802269924277889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-plan.html' title='my plan'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-6307163751850683058</id><published>2009-09-08T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:25:03.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in general.</title><content type='html'>Overall life is great (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....I just realized that all my posts probably sound like that HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm just still in a good mood from how awesome this weekend was.  Other than that its still good :] School at IVC is... well nothing other than going to school. I go to class and leave. Super different from Biola. Its a stepping stone right? Its taking time to get use to but I'm gettin there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I've been way too busy! Not even with school work haha! I guess busy with trying to keep up a social life. Living far from friends is kind of a bust. Its all good though and I feel as if I'm still having way too much fun for my own good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get involved with some sort of youth group/Bible study group asap. Eeee put that on the checklist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm I'm probably slackin on that school work, I should probably be doin that right now oopsies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday is this week (: finally 19 hehe yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write a more heart felt blog later ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-6307163751850683058?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/6307163751850683058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-general.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6307163751850683058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6307163751850683058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-general.html' title='in general.'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4012603521348899183</id><published>2009-08-26T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:41:41.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Finally back in Cali. &lt;br /&gt;Started at my new school, and I gotta say I really miss Biola. I suppose this is okay for now though. Classes are alright, kinda wishin I knew people here though. This week has been so hectic and bussssay. Too many things and no time to do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4012603521348899183?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4012603521348899183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4012603521348899183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4012603521348899183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-6586528287021363574</id><published>2009-08-16T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:03:20.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>notes.</title><content type='html'>Typing out some notes for myself, but your welcome to read them :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Do we have free will?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God is the one pursuing us in this marriage. He is the one seeking and courting us, not us seeking after Him. So all in all no, technically he chose us from the very beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Does God send people to hell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes&amp;amp;no. Everyone has had a chance to have faith in Him whether or not they have a Bible or heard of Jesus. The conscience within us, knowing right and wrong, tells us that there is a higher power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We are being courted by God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When the elect get to heaven we are going to be aware of every sin we committed. Indeed, we will be ashamed. But God being sovereign, will be right by our side showing us how he used the worst situations in our lives to show his glory. We will realize how throughout our whole life, our Father has been holding our hand and molding and shaping us to be the person we were created to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The perfect spouse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A man who can protect, serve, love, and risk his life for you. Someone who will take care and love you for who you are unconditionally. These are the attributes of God x1000. He has all the power in the world, plus the universe &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He made&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to back Him up. (forrreal, the end of that sentence is the bomb right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes all the small details of theology get in the way, but its the relationship that truly matters in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-6586528287021363574?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/6586528287021363574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/08/notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6586528287021363574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6586528287021363574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/08/notes.html' title='notes.'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-2762227773140826984</id><published>2009-08-06T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:33:30.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how is it that...</title><content type='html'>the people who you think would never let you down - do?While the ones you would never think to stay by your side are surprisingly the only ones there for you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm...kinda ironic how things work that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-2762227773140826984?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/2762227773140826984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-is-it-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2762227773140826984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2762227773140826984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-is-it-that.html' title='how is it that...'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-5930558749645517350</id><published>2009-08-05T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:43:37.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong motives.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just super annoyed this week? I can't stand how people treat Christianity as a "phase" in their life. How can you be on the right track then suddenly have completely different motives in life? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe people choose to live their lives according to what's important to them. If they choose not to show Christ, I suppose that their problem and not mine. But, it just breaks my heart to see people so on fire for the Lord then be a completely different person a year later?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-5930558749645517350?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/5930558749645517350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrong-motives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5930558749645517350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5930558749645517350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrong-motives.html' title='wrong motives.'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-8887209616163136744</id><published>2009-08-01T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:52:05.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just when i thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;that was the best school year of my life, everything is going to change?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate change due to the fact that i get attached to every fricken thing so easily.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school options?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st sem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;IVC&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IVC &amp;amp; 1 class at Biola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd sem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;IVC &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IVC &amp;amp; 1 class at biola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;biola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cal state fullerton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;washington&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;philippines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh i cant even afford to pay off last semester yet. i'm scared outta my mind whats going to happen 2nd semester. i really don't want to move out of california. but i know its a huge possibility right now and it'll make everything for my parents a lot easier. 2 weeks left till i leave alaska.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm frustrated with not just school but with life -.- bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you seriously can't appreciate anything until you get it taken away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;askfjlkasjflksjf;ljsaljslkfjsdjvjhwueod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a simple care of how are you doin would make my world go round' right about now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-8887209616163136744?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/8887209616163136744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-when-i-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8887209616163136744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8887209616163136744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-when-i-thought.html' title='just when i thought.'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-6167554534664302279</id><published>2009-07-15T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:03:24.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Breath or Two</title><content type='html'>I find it interesting how God plans certain things to happen at that exact time for you to hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about how insanely fast summer is going. I just feel as if there's not enough time to do anything. Let alone figure out my relationship with God and actually sit down to spend some time with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that exact moment, Jimmy Needhams song - A Breath or Two came on. These are the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm tired of putting one foot in front of the other&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of where it leads me too&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of moving on from my Father&lt;br /&gt;Make me rest my head and take a breath or two. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm coincidence? I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-6167554534664302279?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/6167554534664302279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/breath-or-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6167554534664302279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6167554534664302279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/breath-or-two.html' title='A Breath or Two'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-103708761687595538</id><published>2009-07-15T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:20:10.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>i'm definitely procrastinating on preparing my world civ study guide.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm DEFINITELY tired of my two online classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm worrying that i won't be able to pay for last semester of school let alone the down payment of fall 09 semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to lose weight is stressing me out, but i reeeeally like the cardio/weight classes at the gym :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still annoyed with everyone in juneau....but i kind of enjoy working at the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last 2 weeks of sun has made me happy :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss california, but this summer is going by too fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-103708761687595538?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/103708761687595538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/103708761687595538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/103708761687595538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-6416288378417368271</id><published>2009-07-12T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:00:51.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>afflictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I just wish I could go back into the past and change some things. Then again doesn't everyone. I hate feeling like this. I feel so guilty feeling so down, when I really shouldn't. I just can't help it, and its one of those days where everyone annoys me. I wish I could just vent to someone that could understand. I miss everything and I wish everything could be perfect. I miss everything I &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amazing how I ran into these quotes after I wrote this blog&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" cs lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Some people feel guilty about their anxieties and regard them as a defect of faith but they are afflictions, not sins. Like all afflictions, they are, if we can so take them, our share in the passion of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" cs lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial,fantasy;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit #3 : I've come to the conclusion that I put too much value on this earthly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-6416288378417368271?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/6416288378417368271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-i-just-wish-i-could-go-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6416288378417368271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6416288378417368271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-i-just-wish-i-could-go-back.html' title='afflictions'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-8868970121737847576</id><published>2009-07-08T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:45:42.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally been to my first official youth group in Juneau. It was a pretty basic message, yet sometimes its the simple things in life we forget. correct? It definitely reminded me how we don't have time to complain about our life if God is in it, because what right do we have to complain when there are people who don't have Christ in their life at all? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This message really hit me because I've been dealing a lot with this personally. If you know me, you know I'm really &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;the person who will call someone for help or someone to cry to. Rather, &lt;i&gt;I'm &lt;/i&gt;the person who everyone comes to for advice. I guess I don't really feel worthy of being the one to complain. I have this image where I'm portrayed as the stable friend, and always will be. I sound like I'm complaining that my life is stable, but I suppose in reality I really should be taking the time to really thank God for the life he has given me. I feel very honored :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[sometimes i just feel kinda lonely on this side of the friendship. i can't always be so strong, and &lt;i&gt;sometimes i just wish that their was somebody i could count on for encouragement :&lt;/i&gt;/ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I can't believe I don't even go to church here. I thought it felt great to fellowship with other believers tonight though. Its been over a month without hearing a sermon or singing with a worship band. Although I don't have a home church here, I think it has taught me not to be one of those "Sunday Christians" as they call it. Someone who just goes to church on Sunday to get their weekly dose of Jesus and goes on with the week. It has definitely taught me that I can keep a relationship with Jesus just with my daily life worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A life without Christ is not worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8634712497734399182-8868970121737847576?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/8868970121737847576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-finally-been-to-my-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8868970121737847576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8868970121737847576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-finally-been-to-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-2240269205794841055</id><published>2009-07-04T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T03:26:23.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I want is someone to count on. Is that too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-2240269205794841055?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/2240269205794841055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-i-want-is-someone-to-count-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2240269205794841055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/2240269205794841055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-i-want-is-someone-to-count-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4327272268120448708</id><published>2009-07-01T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T03:10:39.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was planning on scrapbooking all my pictures this summer but I haven't really had time. Then I thought - Whats the point of it when my 'best friends' aren't going to stay friends with me in the next couple years. Hahah how emo, but shoot its so true. Anybody out there willing to stay a loyal friend? Because I've yet to find you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, I've been so busy with work, online classes, karate, plus my gym and rock climbing memberships :] so that should keep me busy for the rest of summer. Annnd I really hope I go to Seattle in July, its time for a little break from Juneau. Except my $6,000 college bill might stop that -.- great and thats only finishing off the first year. Another $30,000 for sophomore year woo hooooo. Biola...I better make you worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th of July next weekend :D Juneau will be poppin holla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4327272268120448708?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4327272268120448708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-was-planning-on-scrapbooking-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4327272268120448708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4327272268120448708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-was-planning-on-scrapbooking-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-5324500227179084768</id><published>2009-06-26T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:29:18.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>king of pop</title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson was indeed a legend. It seriously saddens me how rude and disrespectful people were when they found out he died. He changed the music industry forever, he was the best, and nobody can ever change that. I will forever be rockin' out to your tunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate the sin, love the person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-5324500227179084768?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/5324500227179084768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5324500227179084768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5324500227179084768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop.html' title='king of pop'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4546607248665122796</id><published>2009-06-19T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:43:28.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one year</title><content type='html'>I can't believe its already been a year since I graduated. How in the world does time fly so fast. It seriously feels like prom was last week. I can't keep up with life anymore! Summer even feels like its going by so slow, but then again its already end of June?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever feel like you just want your life to stay in a disney movie ? :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin like I wanna watch Aladdin!&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland withdrawals anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm due for some sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4546607248665122796?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4546607248665122796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4546607248665122796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4546607248665122796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-year.html' title='one year'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-8427789257328598854</id><published>2009-06-17T02:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:34:49.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever?</title><content type='html'>i wonder if its even possible to stay best friends with someone, or to even stay friends for a long period of time at that. i don't think its possible.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone prove me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-8427789257328598854?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/8427789257328598854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8427789257328598854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8427789257328598854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever.html' title='forever?'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-622106707790267946</id><published>2009-06-14T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:41:03.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Champions.</title><content type='html'>Lakers took it. Heeeeeeyall yeahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-622106707790267946?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/622106707790267946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/06/champions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/622106707790267946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/622106707790267946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/06/champions.html' title='Champions.'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-6410145713374047891</id><published>2009-06-12T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:17:43.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Why is it that we always feel the need to blog late at night when we think too much? Well, its summer time. I don't really feel like it is since I'm still taking two online classes. I guess it should since I about sleep till noon everyday. My schedule is all screwed up. I miss school man. Or should I say California. Alaska is laid back and all, but I think its kinda &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; laid back to the point where nothing gets done and nobody goes anywhere in life. Maybe that was a bad statement. But these are just my random thoughts. I always feel like my spiritual accountability goes down to zero when I come here. So if your a brother/sister in Christ, a little encouragement would help me cause I'm a lil shy talkin about that stuff. Anyways, I got that feelin when you think you've made the right choice but then you have doubts and thoughts of what ifs. Hate that. I think we take life a little too much for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-6410145713374047891?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/6410145713374047891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6410145713374047891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6410145713374047891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts.html' title='thoughts.'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-6776113338024804818</id><published>2009-05-26T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:02:41.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foshooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Has it really been one year since I graduated? I’m on the plane right now on the way to Alaska again for the summer. It hasn’t really hit me yet that I’ve finished my first year of college. Let alone out of high school, it seriously goes by so fast. I feel like I’m leaving a part of my life behind that just started. Although, I am excited to see old friends again. I can definitely say that this school year has been one of the best years of my life. God has blessed me with so much this year and I haven’t taken the time to thank Him for what he’s done. I can’t even express how thankful I am for all of my new friends I made this year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; I never thought I could meet people who are more crazy than me haha! I’m so bummed I won’t see everyone till after summer, I hate goodbyes. I heeeeart Biola &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well here’s to the best school year ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If you were apart of it, I just wanna say thank you for being there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="mso-list:none;tab-stops:.5in"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="mso-list:none;tab-stops:.5in"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-6776113338024804818?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/6776113338024804818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/05/foshooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6776113338024804818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/6776113338024804818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/05/foshooo.html' title='Foshooo'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-1497307465575029178</id><published>2009-04-26T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:22:03.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free to be me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(74, 59, 48); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Whoever said walking with Christ would be easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Its amazing how life can just seem perfect one day and flip upside down the next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;These past couple of months have been pretty unexpected and busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;But thats life right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Trying to balance Gods promises, what you think you want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;while at the same time trying to please your parents is not an easy task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Its hard but I've been trying to deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;This past weekend I've decided to re-new my life with Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I went to a morning retreat for my school that lead us into spending an hour and a half in silence just having a date with God. What if I did that everyday? I saw the last date I wrote in my journal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Really? Have I ignored God that much to not spend 15 minutes between JANUARY and NOW with Him? Thats ridiculous, the creator of the universe who saved me from every past, current, and future sin deserves more than I could ever try to praise Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have a lot of decisions to make finishing up the school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cause I got a couple dents in my fender&lt;br /&gt;Got a couple rips in my jeans&lt;br /&gt;Try to fit the pieces together &lt;br /&gt;But perfection is my enemy&lt;br /&gt;On my own I'm so clumsy&lt;br /&gt;But on Your shoulders I can see&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(74, 59, 48); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(74, 59, 48); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;On a different note: I went to the Philippines for 2 and a half weeks. A trip that I'll never forget. Spent a little time in the city and most in the province. I don't understand how people here can complain, I can't even begin to explain all the different emotions I'm feelin right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(74, 59, 48); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-1497307465575029178?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/1497307465575029178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-to-be-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1497307465575029178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1497307465575029178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-to-be-me.html' title='free to be me'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4133882479615314843</id><published>2009-03-22T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:50:58.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've fallen in love all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4133882479615314843?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4133882479615314843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/03/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4133882479615314843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4133882479615314843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/03/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-1717122955813743895</id><published>2009-03-09T01:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:18:44.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for life</title><content type='html'>Once you give your life to Christ your always going to be accountable with all your relationships. Whether a brother or sister runs out on you in life, I believe its my responsibility to be there for them under any situation and bring them back to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't know your reading this, I'm here for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-1717122955813743895?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/1717122955813743895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1717122955813743895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1717122955813743895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-life.html' title='for life'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-1454310327390631135</id><published>2009-03-06T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:51:21.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I am truly grateful for everyone I have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family &amp;amp; friends are the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thannnnk you God :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-1454310327390631135?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/1454310327390631135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1454310327390631135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1454310327390631135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-9403696461661693</id><published>2009-03-04T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:16:12.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comfortable</title><content type='html'>This week has been amazing. I waste my life having fun hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I haven't done homework in like 2 weeks I'm so behind in reading. I haven't been working out as much as I was. My room is a disaster, I need to clean! And my fire for studying the Word is slowly dying down. I need to step up my game man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love? :&lt;br /&gt;Soooo. Chad &amp;amp; I have been on &amp;amp; off for 4 years this coming April.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh does time fly or what? This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Gah relationships are so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Especially now, I don't even know whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well till later- Hopefully next time I blog my life will be more on track. But for the time being IM STILL AS HAPPY AS EVER HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even annoy myself don't even worry about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-9403696461661693?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/9403696461661693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/03/comfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/9403696461661693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/9403696461661693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/03/comfortable.html' title='comfortable'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-1467022646791690258</id><published>2009-02-23T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:17:33.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>revelation song</title><content type='html'>I've feel I've grown so much spiritually just this week.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I've been obsessed with studying eschatology &amp;amp; apologetics.&lt;br /&gt;Just learning about Gods work in general !&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough !&lt;br /&gt;Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than that. I've been reflecting a lot on if I've grown spiritually by going to Biola. I believe I have, along with general biblical knowledge from the classes I'm taking. Sadly though, I don't really think the students are all that accountable. Some people just need to take their Christian walk a little more seriously. I haven't really established that "brother/sister in Christ" relationship with my friends, which is kind of disappointing. But that'll come in time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm hecka excited for the Laker game I'm going to on Tuesday :] hehe yeeauh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-1467022646791690258?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/1467022646791690258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/02/revelation-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1467022646791690258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1467022646791690258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/02/revelation-song.html' title='revelation song'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-4571250523199640815</id><published>2009-02-09T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:31:02.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>going</title><content type='html'>Life is going.&lt;div&gt;School is school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gym talk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've taken about a 5 day break from working out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost 5lbs :) gotta keep goin though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentines is coming up, my favorite :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's up with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even knoooow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-4571250523199640815?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/4571250523199640815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/02/going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4571250523199640815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/4571250523199640815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/02/going.html' title='going'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-8545620823391479044</id><published>2009-02-05T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:33:58.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoho</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been thinking about life in general during my 30 minute drive home from school. Life is so short to not be living it to its fullest. God takes care of the plants and animals, so surely He can take care of us to not be worrisome. I said to myself our lives are too short to screw it up. I was going to go home and live my life differently. Never take anything God gives you for granted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little too late, tonight my hamster Hoho passed away :( I never realized how a little animal could bring my family such happiness by just looking at her. We held her in our hands for the last 3 hours of her life. I promise today that I will never take anything in life for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could people even begin to conceive the idea that there's nothing else after life on earth. There is more to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-8545620823391479044?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/8545620823391479044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8545620823391479044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8545620823391479044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoho.html' title='hoho'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-3318964418549740049</id><published>2009-01-27T22:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:03:10.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College.</title><content type='html'>I am OFFICIALLY going to Biola for 2nd semester. &lt;div&gt;It was such a long process getting the funds to afford it but I MADE IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will seriously never take education for granted ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful that God provides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st semester was amazing :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woooo 2nd semester bring it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-3318964418549740049?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/3318964418549740049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/3318964418549740049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/3318964418549740049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/college.html' title='College.'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-3805167828068344485</id><published>2009-01-25T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:53:14.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not even registered but I'm going to school tomorrow. Stupid loan situation is hecka stressing me out. I can't even get the classes I want now. /rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note :) I've been hittin the gym like crazy this week. I ran 13 miles this week! Yeeeauh, I gotta keep it up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe: So I might be going to the Philippines during spring break :) No way my family could afford it, so my grandparents are flyin us over there. Ah if this happens I'd be so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-3805167828068344485?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/3805167828068344485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/3805167828068344485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/3805167828068344485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-5747903543999867635</id><published>2009-01-23T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:43:54.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>Back to school on Monday, I hope.&lt;div&gt;I signed up for a late loan and if I don't get it by Monday then I'm pretty much screwed for this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherever I end up is where God wants me, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I've just been enjoying the last few days of my break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to get back into my normal routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping in till 2 everyday is not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times going by so fast, where did it all go !?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start getting back in shape. Like asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-5747903543999867635?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/5747903543999867635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5747903543999867635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5747903543999867635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-3430012956129477231</id><published>2009-01-11T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:29:59.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could save you</title><content type='html'>For, as I have often told you before and now say again even with tears, many don't live for Christ. Their destiny is destruction and their glory is in their shame. Their mind is on earthly things.&lt;div&gt;Philippians 3:18-19 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen so many of my friends hit rock bottom. As the verse said above, it seriously brings tears to my eyes that they ruin their lives and have glory in it when in reality they are so broken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-3430012956129477231?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/3430012956129477231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-i-could-save-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/3430012956129477231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/3430012956129477231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-i-could-save-you.html' title='I wish I could save you'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-8470406749028085069</id><published>2009-01-05T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:54:57.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter break</title><content type='html'>Eh, so break has just been doin whatever and whenever!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty relaxing to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-8470406749028085069?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/8470406749028085069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8470406749028085069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8470406749028085069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-break.html' title='winter break'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-1438136994081927022</id><published>2009-01-01T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:58:38.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I loved 2008. Senior year. College applications. Graduation. My last prom and winterformal were amazing. Beach every weekend. Summer in Alaska again. Random hangouts &amp;amp; parties. Lost a couple of my best friends. Turning 18. Biola. Freshman year of college. I've never studied so much in my life. New friends. Having fun like it was the only thing we knew how to do. Family time. Vegas Santa Monica Lakers. Falling out of love and back in when I least expect it. Disneyland became my second home. Learning to forget friendships that will never be the same again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became so much more independent this year and learned to follow Gods guidance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resolutions? Same as always nothing new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. ACTUALLY read the Bible cover to cover this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Work out blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Study like no freakin' other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore, if anyone in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Cor. 5:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-1438136994081927022?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/1438136994081927022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1438136994081927022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/1438136994081927022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-3018295073801828596</id><published>2008-12-29T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:09:19.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna gain the whole world and lose my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-3018295073801828596?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/3018295073801828596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/faithful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/3018295073801828596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/3018295073801828596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/faithful.html' title='Faithful'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-5983784482570864391</id><published>2008-12-28T01:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:29:49.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>This weekend I was Christmas shopping with my mom and was explaining to her how I know so many girls who have everything in the world and yet are not happy. They have everything that money could give them, freedom like no other, and still are not content with their lives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She answers: That just proves money and temporary things obviously do not make you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats so true. I don't understand how people just don't realize that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is the only thing I need in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-5983784482570864391?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/5983784482570864391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5983784482570864391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/5983784482570864391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-7680216852113090257</id><published>2008-12-24T03:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:35:45.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason for the season</title><content type='html'>What is feeling christmasy anyways? Why do we celebrate and dedicate this whole season to Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we concentrate on the everything Christmas is not and let everything else pass by. Lights decorating snow presents santa!? What does that have to do with anything. What do those lyrics really mean "oh holy night" and "tidings of comfort and joy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying merry Christmas and going along with your selfish self should not be the way it should be celebrated. The birth of our Savior and the gift  gave of salvation. That in itself deserves way more than a lifetime of celebrating. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-7680216852113090257?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/7680216852113090257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/reason-for-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7680216852113090257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7680216852113090257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/reason-for-season.html' title='Reason for the season'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-925200652832093542</id><published>2008-12-16T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:46:18.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>break time</title><content type='html'>I'm reeeeeeeeady !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My List of STUFF to do during BREAK :] &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;  .clean my car!&lt;br /&gt;.go to the gym ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;.Lose 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;.organize my room&lt;br /&gt;.take time to read my Bible!&lt;br /&gt;.go to disneyland (:&lt;br /&gt;.go to a Laker game!&lt;br /&gt;.santa monica pier&lt;br /&gt;.see BOLT!&lt;br /&gt;.ebay &amp;amp; pay off my credit card bill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-925200652832093542?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/925200652832093542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/break-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/925200652832093542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/925200652832093542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/break-time.html' title='break time'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-8387312019212868631</id><published>2008-12-15T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:27:45.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>Tomorrows the day. Finals ugh! I probably should've studied more than I did, but eh I was never the one who study's anyway (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This semester went by so fast. So did December, fastest Christmas ever :( ! Only 9 more days?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so ready for break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-8387312019212868631?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/8387312019212868631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8387312019212868631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/8387312019212868631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634712497734399182.post-7648708784418031770</id><published>2008-12-14T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:57:53.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more xanga?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm not sure if I'm going to keep this. I'm still pretty attached to my xanga! But this is waaay easier to use. Maybe I need a new start for blogging (: All my old memories can be kept on xanga. All the way from junior high till freshman year of college! Man does that thing have memories on it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First update on life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start with school. So my 1st semester of my first year of college is yet to be over. 2 more days of finals, and it feels like I just started school. Biola was better than I thought it ever could be, a thousand times better than high school. My friends are amazing and we are the craziest group of people ever. My professors actually care about what's going on with our lives, and take the time each day just to pray before class. I actually finished my 30 mandatory chapels this semester. What more could I ask for in a school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love life? I'm finally taking a REAL break. Its the first time I'm actually single in  almost 4 years! Chad &amp;amp; I are still friends and we're both fine with that. I miss the past, but its most definitely time for me to move on. Maybe not move on, but put my priorities on more important things than a relationship right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritual life, man i gotta get on that. Priorities priorities priorities. Jesus always comes first. Sometimes I need to lay back and re-evaluate how I'm living my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Christmas time which means even MORE family time and I couldn't be happier. What else,  we're still the most immature family ever. We spent our thanksgiving in Vegas, that was interesting. I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should probably get to studying for those finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So heres to a new start &amp;amp; a lotta new memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634712497734399182-7648708784418031770?l=emmaricris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/feeds/7648708784418031770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-more-xanga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7648708784418031770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634712497734399182/posts/default/7648708784418031770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaricris.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-more-xanga.html' title='no more xanga?'/><author><name>Maricris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211199230054832136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8GmqJZldXQ/S10kTAy2EaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y4q-Kr5ByL0/S220/emma'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
